The residents of Avegaard took in their new surroundings as well as they
could through the crushing darkness. Where moments ago they sat under a
sun-lit, cloudy sky that promised rain, the metropolis of 1 million now lay in
a pitch-black world, hot and humid. Those that were not immediately panicking
from their sudden teleportation looked up and out, spying a shape in the
darkness. The news media and military used advanced cameras and optics to try
and discern the nature of the object, which seemed to surround them on three
sides, North, East, and West. Finally, a man posted an enhanced image from a
news helicopter online, showing what lurked beyond in the dark. Pale legs,
knees facing upward, meeting together in the North behind a pair of black
athletic shorts. The legs looked freshly shaved, what hair was present would be
difficult to notice were it not for their current stature, and were well toned.
The man guessed that these must be the legs of a woman, perhaps a rather
athletic person. The city's North side ended just before her crotch. From
either East or West her thighs towered over them, the tops barely visible if
one cranes their neck. Their sky touched the tops of her thighs, leading the residents
to realize a bed sheet covered them. The image spread like wildfire as the
people of Avegaard fell into full on riots, no one knowing why they were on the
ocean-sized bed of some woman. Soon, their wondering would end as the ground
quaked. People felt their bones shake as the legs stretched out, her distant
toes flexing outward. Suddenly, the sky opened as the sheet flew eastward.
Gales of cold wind blasted through the city knocking people and trees over,
causing major injuries. Through the mighty wind the people heard a noise which
drowned out all others, commanding everyone's attention and freezing them in
terror. MMMRH. A... groan rang out from the far North. This was the last
sound the 1,000,000 souls of Avegaard heard, because immediately afterward the
thighs of the woman slid over to the West. The wall of muscular flesh flattened
all like a steamroller. Buildings constructed to withstand hurricanes and
earthquakes found themselves instantly turned to dust. The thousands screaming
on the street were popped, their bloodied remains mixing with the concrete and
metal. The residents of the Eastern neighborhoods received a beautiful view of
the destruction before her titanic thigh rolled over them, too, as though the
rest of the city was nothing more than a fold of her mattress covering. There
were no survivors.
<Can you see anything else?> Julia typed frantically to her sister.
<there's shit under the bed. this lady doesn't clean i guess lol>
<I can't see if the girl is awake or not. Fuck, Hannah I'm scared>
<me too. it's gonna be ok>
<i'll get the next train to bevil once dad gets released>
Julia's heart lurched, <They haven't let him out??>
<still waiting. the nurses said he's stable now i guess they just want to
do paperwork still>
<That's stupid.>
<yeah. it's good though. we'll get to you soon. ily d84;a039;>
<I love you, too. Please be safe.>
Julia locked her phone and stared up at the bedframe to the East. The same
bed had occupied her condo’s field of view and her mind for the last hour. That
was how long the city of Bevil had been sitting on the dusty floor. Once the
capital of their nation, now they were a large stain next to some smaller stains
on top of old hardwood. Bevil was connected by rail to three other cities, and
the government decided to let people use the rails that were somehow still
intact to travel around, and get to family and loved ones. No one knew what
happened or how to get back home, so most are just trying to find some
semblance of familiarity. Julia knew that Hannah and her father would have to
muscle past surges of people likely also trying to leave Atwald City, being the
closest to the giant’s bedframe. There were eight million people there, so the
trains must be overloaded. Hannah’s a smart young woman, she thought to
herself. And Dad is, well, Dad. They’ll find a way home. The rest of
their family was here: her grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles, even
friends of their family. All that was missing was Julia’s sickly father, and
her younger sister. Please, God, get them here quickly.
As she delivered an update to the rest of her family, crowded together in
the condo, they all froze as the loudest thing any of them heard rang across
from the bed. Creaking of gigantic springs, followed by the scraping of skin
over silk. “No. No, please!” Julia begged to the heavens for it not to be true.
But her prayer was unanswered as two massive legs crashed to the floor. One
foot the span of Atwald City crashed to its North. From her vantage point Julia
saw an orange sheen adorned the woman’s toenails. It looked cracked, like she
hadn’t painted them in a while. The second foot swung down from above. Julia
looked away, but heard the impact. Crunch. A series of explosions
followed as the woman’s left foot stepped right on the city. Finding the
courage to look, she saw more than half the city was dust. Fires surrounding
the toes were quickly snuffed out as she flexed and stretched them, pounding
the rubble underneath. Buildings spared the direct impact soon collapsed as the
floor groaned and shook. The woman lurched out of bed, the force of pressing on
the frame knocked yet more buildings over, even shaking Bevil. Julia craned her
head up to see the face of the killer. She had black hair, thin and straight
that ran down to her chin. Julia reckoned even if she was normal-sized she’d be
tall, maybe 5’10’’. Her shoulders were built and strong, complimenting her
well-toned biceps and legs. All she wore was black shorts, her small chest and tight
stomach exposed to the cool, dry air of her bedroom. Her pale face was adorned
with freckles, each one the size of a city block. But there was no expression
on her face, her sharp chin and high cheekbones sat neutrally. Her eyes were
half-open, light green irises peeked out staring straight ahead at the wall.
“Oh fuck. She’s still asleep!” Julia fell into grief-driven panic as the
woman’s foot rose from the ruins of Atwald City and stomped outside the
capital. The rail lines that sat between crunched like little twigs. Her condo
building shook violently, and nearby buildings creaked at the impact. Soon, her
other foot moved, slamming right into Ciel, the city situated to the North. The
entire city disappeared under the sole, any explosions quickly snuffed out. Population
of 3.5 million. All crushed by some woman who doesn’t even notice them. The
other foot moved again, and Julia’s family cowered together, praying as they
expected their end. But Julia saw the wrinkled sole of the woman move right
over them, and felt a slam to the West soon after. “S-she’s leaving us. She’s
sparing us!” Her aunt said in a panicked stupor. Julia just looked at her,
grief overtaking her adrenaline, “H-Hannah… She’s gone. W-why-“ Julia fell to
tears as her grandmother embraced her. They may live still, but cherished
family was lost, and the survivors spent the next hours mourning and
remembering the victims of the woman’s steps.
Sitting atop the towering structure one could only assume to be a dresser,
the mighty and warlike city of West Ionia observed the giant woman’s assault on
the weakling cities at her feet. Seeing her annihilate millions as though her
steps were nuclear bombs inspired the more sadistic jingoists among them, but
most were just plain afraid. The entire military, trained for decades to
counter a potential invasion from the imperialist dogs in East Ionia, was now
on standby to combat her if she got close. The Ionian Science Academy, the
greatest scientific institution in their world, was hard at work to find some
way of getting their 3 million people back to their home. Wherever that is in
relation to this bedroom.
Meanwhile, the brave and valiant warriors of East Ionia sat just behind
their mortal enemies. Only for them, they seemed to be in some kind of
enclosure. Advanced East Ionian sensing technology led their leaders to
conclude that they were, in fact, trapped in a jewelry box, with ankle
bracelets, necklaces, and rings strewn haphazardly about. No one understood how
a metropolis of 1.5 million could fit inside of a decorative box, but no one
cared. All they wanted to know was who was to blame. Concluding that this was
obviously a conniving scheme of the treacherous West Ionians, the East Ionian
military was on high alert, ready to strike anything which came out of the
darkness or beyond it. The Academy of Ionian Science, the best scientific
institution in existence, worked their staff to the bone to develop a way out
of the box to find the West Ionians and teach them a lesson in fair combat. They
were confident in their abilities, having regularly outwitted the charlatans at
the Ionian Science Academy. But before they got the chance to flex their
scientific prowess, a series of large rumbles shook the city. Faintly, sounds
of collapsing buildings and exploding munitions could be heard from outside the
box.
The giant stopped her walking and suddenly shifted directions right for the
dresser. West Ionian jets scrambled and missiles flew to begin a barrage that
would overwhelm any nation in their home world. The woman paid no mind to it,
eyes glossy and half closed. The missiles hit her naked breasts and left no
marks, no damage. Jets dropped bombs and spun out as her body generated drafts
the strength of a tornado. After three steps, she was upon them, their air
force decimated by her mere movements. The army fought with the intensity of a
cornered bear as the woman stared ahead. The artillery and gunfire doing
precisely nothing to her. Suddenly, her throat moved and her mouth opened. “MY-GRMHH-NECKLACE-MRHMMM”
Her incoherent murmur shattered windows and broke soldiers’ eardrums. No
one had the inclination to ponder what that may have meant until her right hand
hovered over the city, clenched into a fist. The mighty hand slammed right into
the center of West Ionia as she yelled in anger, “MY NECKLACE!!” Those
under the fist were vaporized instantly. The sheer power from her muscular arms
flowing into her hand radiated outward, toppling buildings and crushing
millions. Still the woman looked ahead, asleep. The West Ionians broke, most
still shooting wildly out of fear, knowing their bullets will do nothing to the
titaness. As if to respond to their insolent defiance, her fist unclenched, and
her hand swept across, smearing half the broken city. She let out a little
gurgle and brought her other arm up. Her elbow planted on the dresser and she
leaned over. The elbow struck the other half, pinning a block of fortified
buildings to the top of the dresser, killing thousands instantly. The survivors
now had the view of their sky blocked by her chest and neck. Heat radiating
from her body adding fuel to the raging fires she caused. The giant woman, who
easily defeated the mighty city of West Ionia, opened the box behind them as
they lingered in their death throes.
As the box lid opened the East Ionians unleashed hell upon the figure that
opened it. Sure, they weren’t expecting a sleepy-looking woman, but she is a
threat and must be dealt with. Artillery shells tipped with nuclear warheads
fired out, as did the standard flak and missiles. All struck their targets with
beautiful precision, as expected from the great army of East Ionia. But when
the dust cleared above, her freckled form remained undamaged. Without reacting
to the barrage, she slowly lifted the box to her face, the view from the box
now taken entirely by her mouth. The massive pink lips opened as she spoke at
them, “YOU’RE PRETTY, SASHA” Her voice tore apart buildings. The
wind knocked people away, smashing into concrete and tanks. The entire eastern
half of the city was blown apart by her mere words, the sound drowning out the
deafening thunder of war. Her lips jutted out and lowered to kiss the bottom of
the box. At the center of the city was the Freedom Complex, the seat of
government and the most secure, impenetrable fortress in their world. Her lips
crushed each block surrounding it. Soldiers and civilians alike still outside
were squished into paste by her soft flesh, the remainder buried in rubble. A
little spit dripped out, drowning thousands not already crushed. As she receded
her mouth, she breathed in heavily. The suction pulled the entire Freedom
Complex, all its labyrinthine buildings full of powerful, important officials,
straight into her mouth. All whose necks weren’t snapped by the pull languished
on her tongue, drowning in the thin sheaf of saliva that coated it. She set the
box down. Attached to her lips were bits of buildings, streets, and people
squirming in agony. She licked them off and reflexively swallowed them like
they were crumbs. Only a few remained of either Ionian city. Brought to madness
from their humiliating defeat, they languished, all hope of returning home
lost.
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
Julia felt the tremors get stronger. She knew what was
happening. The shock of losing her beloved sister and father broke her, and she
had almost no reaction. She’s back. Just get it over with. The city was
in chaos. Even without her directly attacking the city, the quakes and panic
have burnt much of the capital. Police and the army were trying to maintain
control, but they found themselves beginning to lose their sanity. The family
left their condo after someone began shooting at the units of the building.
Now, they traveled with a crowd of people heading for the large sports stadium
being used as a shelter. The stadium sat on the outskirts of town, and Julia’s
crowd was a mere three blocks away from the military checkpoint that sat
outside.
But the half-naked titaness approached, eyes still
half-closed. The crowd registered her steps and fell to panic. Where once they
all traveled in one direction, they now turned to a mob, people shoving and trampling
as survivors went every which way, the street playing host to a churning sea of
humans. Julia was holding her grandmother’s arm to guide her, but a man mad
with fear barreled past her nearly shoving her to the ground. Her grandmother
was cast asunder by the tumult of bodies, and Julia lost sight of her. She screamed
in equal parts anger and terror, cursing the goddess who condemned them to
death, who didn’t even have the courtesy to address them as she did it. Pushing
out of the riot, she climbed onto a trash can and yelled up to the sky, “JUST
CRUSH US, ALREADY. GET IT OVER WITH, BITCH!”
Julia did not expect an answer. As the woman was one
step from the city, her massive toes resting atop the outer suburbs of the
capita, she let out a dreadful utterance. “TIRED-GRMM-HOT” She planted a
foot over the city, slamming it just on the other side. The other foot
followed, the heel striking a wealthy business district that used to over look
a large river. The opulent skyscrapers disappeared into oblivion as her
powerful foot annihilated them. Julia stared at her backside, every muscle in
her strong back discernible from this far distance. Her hips swayed back and
forth, and her legs began to buckle slightly as she seemed to pantomime sleepiness
in her dream state. The crowd near Julia began to scream more as they noticed
her butt begin to bend out. She was going to sit down, right on top of the city!
She moved with agonizing slowness, as though she were gently falling onto a
comfy mattress. The muscles in her legs bulged and strained as they supported
her torso and backside lowering. The power she demonstrated from her simple movements
were as humbling as they were horrifying. Her ass towered over the inhabitants
of downtown, the black shorts being the last thing they’d ever see. As she bent
down, she suddenly relaxed her legs. Her ass slammed into the city. For her, she
may have dropped only a few inches, but that was enough energy to topple the
entire capital. Quakes so powerful the pavement liquefied, buildings near her impact
spot crumbled instantly. Julia fell off the trashcan, smacking her head on the
pavement. Stunned, she crawled away to lie on a nearby building, watching the
crowd disperse to cower anywhere they could feel safe. Julia began to cry as
the woman’s back lowered. She laid down, flattening millions in mere moments.
Julia directly faced the woman’s breasts, raising and lowering as she breathed
slowly and deeply. Her exhalations sent waves of humid warmth out to the survivors,
only a few blocks from the giant. Julia felt a sting of pain on her forehead.
She felt a wetness drip off her chin and realized she had a massive gash on her
head. She looked down, letting the blood soak her face. She heard whooshing to
her left, followed by the slam of a bicep crashing a block away. The goddess’s
arm had demolished the stadium. Julia felt the tremors of her chest beginning
to rise.
The woman’s body twisted to the right. The sound of
her moving to her side was screeching and deafening, like a train speeding past.
Her torso moved past the tipping point, and she descended toward the ground.
Julia looked up, blood covered her eyes but did not prevent seeing the woman’s
killing blow. Her breasts flew toward the tiny woman, wind from the movement
already arrived, knocking people over who still could stand among the tremors. Uttering
a prayer to the heavens, Julia thought of her little sister and her father and
all her family. She spent her final seconds awaiting the end, hoping she’d see
them all soon. As the sky above her was absorbed by the titaness’s breast,
Julia closed her eyes and relaxed.
“Kelsey. Kels. Wake up!”
Kelsey felt a hand shake her shoulder. Light poured in
through the curtains of her room, penetrating her shut eyelids. She groaned,
realizing she was not on her comfortable bed but was instead lying on the
floor. Her green eyes slowly forced themselves open and she saw her roommate
crouched over her. The angle from which the svelte woman towered over Kelsey gave
her a jolt. “Sasha! What happened?”
“You tell me. You weren’t up for our run this morning.
I came in here worried and found you on the floor. Maybe you’ve been
sleepwalking?” Sasha’s left eyebrow raised behind her bangs. She had her shaggy
brown hair in a messy bun.
Kelsey sat up, feeling a loose bit of cloth fall from
her chest. Quickly, she brought the t-shirt draped over her back up to not
expose herself to her roommate. She hoped Sasha wouldn’t notice her cheeks
turning bright red. “I need that shirt back eventually, Kelsey,” Sasha said.
“And you should sweep in here.” Kelsey looked around at the floor and yelped,
seeing what looked like grey dirt strewn about her. Some of it was on her body,
implying she rolled around in it last night! “Fucking gross. What is it?”
“I dunno. But there are bugs in there. Some kept
crawling away from you out of these weird hive things. I accidentally stepped
on some hives when I found you. I blame you for ruining my sock,” Sasha’s
attempt at an acerbic quip failed, as it usually did. “Though I guess they
started leaving last night. I found a bunch trying to get out past your door.”
“Ugh. Did any get too far?”
Sasha shook her head, “No, I squished all of the
stragglers. But the broom’s by your dresser. Can you clean up? We don’t want
them nesting here.”
Kelsey glanced down to see Sasha’s feet, covered by blue
ankle socks, next to a patch of dirt. The patch had a large foot-shaped
impression in the middle, and her sock was speckled with grey. Kelsey looked
back up and groaned, her protest only partially a joke. Sasha’s icy blue eyes
narrowed, “Your room, your mess, Nurse Kelsey” Kelsey stood, swiping the
dirt and bugs off her legs, back, and ass with one hand, “Fine. But make some
coffee while I do it, yeah?”
Sasha shot her a look of playful defiance, “I’m not
your maid. If I make coffee, it’s because I want coffee. Get cleaning,”
Sasha smirked at Kelsey and stood, walking out the door. Kelsey stared at her
as she left and let her gaze linger a moment. She shook herself out of her
trance. Alright, focus, she thought to herself. Get these bugs out of
here. Slipping Sasha’s shirt on, she walked over to the broom. Before she
took it, she saw more bugs sitting on her dresser. “There, too? Ew,” She
towered over the dirt, spotting little green bugs sprinting around through
mazes of little rectangular hives. Most of the hives were broken. As she
looked, the bugs seemed to peer up at her, making little flashes of light in
her direction, kind of like tiny fireflies. Since the jewelry box was open, she
figured she must have messed with it last night. And sure enough, the bugs
seemed to get there, too. I swear they weren’t here when I went to sleep.
How’d they build this stuff so fast? She picked up the box, removing the
jewelry and setting it aside to clean later, and dumped the bugs on top of the
others. The two nests seemed to release some orange light as they collided,
which Kelsey found quite pretty. Sasha minored in biology. Maybe she’d know
what that light is? She held out her hand past the edge of the dresser and
used the other to gently push the bugs off. She squirmed a little as she felt
the hives and bodies of the insects cracking and bursting under her hand.
Walking over to her bathroom, she fanned off the dirt into the sink and washed
her hands, the torrent of water washing away all the little bugs on her palm.
She walked back to the broom and put the dustpan before
the smallest of the patches on the floor. It was totally flat, nothing seemed
to move in it, at least nothing big enough for her to see from all the way at
her full height. She plopped the broom on top of the hive Sasha crushed. Dust
flung up from the impact, some of it catching in the broom. Grimacing, she
swept toward the dustpan, pulling up the hives still intact, not even noticing
them being torn apart in between the massive bristles. The dustpan was
half-full after the first sweep. So much dirt. Should my landlord get
someone to investigate this shit? She made a note to look up pest control
providers later when she has breakfast. She performed three more sweeps,
pulling all the major bits of debris from the flattened patches. She walked
over to the trashcan by her door and dumped everything in, all the bugs and their
structures amalgamated into a pile of dusty grain. She took out the garbage bag
that lined the can and tied it up. Glancing back at her bed, she spotted yet another
patch. She let out one long sigh as she walked over, seeing a thin smear of
grey in the middle. It seemed she flattened another cluster of hives when she
got out of bed. Kelsey took off her cover and threw it in the hamper. May as
well wash all the sheets, too. It was time for that anyway, I guess. She
surveyed her room for any missed hives, and finding no more, she grabbed the
broom and trash bag and left for the kitchen. As she walked in, she was struck
by the warm, rich smell of freshly brewed coffee. She dropped the bag in the
large kitchen trash can, washed her hands, and looked out her front door. Sasha
sat on their porch, holding a large steaming mug. A second mug sat on the table
next to her. Kelsey walked out, her morning ordeal melting away from her memory.
This day might turn out alright, after all.