“H-huh, where am I?” the woman said as she slowly rose from the floor. She was still groggy from whatever chemicals put her under, but her vision was returning to her as she woke. She found herself in what appeared to be a filming studio filled up almost entirely by a model city. It stretched out 30x40 feet and was intricately detailed, accurately depicting a bustling metropolis down to the tiniest detail. The floor beneath her was the only empty space in the studio, and to her back was the only door.

With the haze clearing from her mind, her memories rushed back into her consciousness. She was Fujiko Mine, a legendary thief and femme fatale, and she had infiltrated a private laboratory to steal an incredibly valuable diamond. It should have been a simple job for a thief of her talents, but she got careless and breathed in a noxious gas that knocked her out. The next thing she knew, she was waking up in this strange studio. There were no signs anyone had harmed her, and she still had on the same clothes she wore during the heist: a white buttom-up blouse with the top three buttons undone, a pair of tight, grey slacks, and black high-heels.

Her senses restored, Fujiko went straight for the door. It was locked.

“Figures.” She turned back towards the city. “What is this place?” As if in response to her question, a loudspeaker in the ceiling started up.

“Welcome, Fujiko Mine,” the loudspeaker projected, “Feeling well-rested?” The voice was being run through a sophisticated modulator making it impossible to discern the speaker’s age or gender. “Before you ask any more questions, allow me to introduce myself and this space. I am the owner of the lab you brazenly attempted to burgle, and you can consider this room your temporary holding cell. Now, I have every right to contact the police and have you arrested, but I’m willing to strike you a deal.” Next to the door, a panel in the wall slid upwards, revealing a massive diamond encased within the wall. Fujiko stared at the object of her desires and instinctively began plotting out how she could break into the jewel’s case. “If you follow my commands to a T, then I’ll let you walk away free with my diamond.”

“Alright, what are your demands?” Fujiko asked, figuring she’d hear the stranger out before inevitably betraying them.

“Before you lies a perfect replica of a major, modern city. Everything is exactly to scale and built from state of the art materials to replicate the feel and density of the real thing.” Fujiko scanned the outer limits of the city, impressed with how lifelike it was. Peering into the buildings, each room was fully furnished and there were even tiny model people throughout the city. It was as if she had grown 100 feet. “I implore you, pick up one of the tiny models.” Fujiko did as she was asked and grabbed a little man off the sidewalk. It was barely even an inch tall and sat motionless between her fingers, but it felt just like a real person.

“How is this possible?” she asked, her defiance giving way to awe.

“After many years, I have completed this perfect replica. The people can even move and behave based on my commands.” Suddenly, the tiny in her fingers began to squirm. She could feel it’s movement, heartbeat and breathing. Shocked, she dropped the tiny and watched it splat as it hit the ground. “Relax, it may seem like a real person from the inside out, but they are advanced animatronics developed by myself. They use highly advanced biomaterials. They’re even edible.”

“Great, so what’s the point of all this?”

“I want you to destroy it.” Fujiko didn’t understand what they were saying. “I want to watch you rampage throughout my miniature city and witness this replicated civilization be effortlessly demolished by your body.”

“But isn’t this your life’s work? You just want me to trash it all?”

“Yes! It has all been for this moment. Please, Fujiko, do this and the diamond is yours.”

Fujiko thought about it for a moment, wondering what events in her life brought her to this. “So, you just want me to play Godzilla for a bit?” she sighed, “Alright. I guess I’ve done weirder things for treasure.”

“Excellent. And please, enjoy yourself.” The loudspeaker died down as the city turned on. What was once an urban replica transformed into a tiny society; lights turned on within the buildings, cars and trains began moving, and the people, completely still a moment prior, were now walking around as if they had been living another day of their lives. The ambient noises of downtown filled Fujiko’s ears as she thought how to approach the situation. There was an open street with enough room for her to fit between the buildings. She took a step into the miniature city, her heel making a loud clack as it collided with the road. The buildings in this area reached up to her waistline.

As soon as she was within city limits, the tiny model people entered panic mode, screaming and running from Fujiko as if she were a giant monster. She walked down the street and watched as the miniatures attempted to flee. Many were too slow to avoid the bottom of her shoes, and she managed to pulverize a few cars unfortunate enough to drive under her as well.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a monster flick. I wonder what I’m supposed to do.” She stopped at an intersection and reached down to grab a frightened tiny. “Monsters usually eat people, right?” She dangled the man over her mouth and stretched out her tongue. The little guy flailed helplessly as he dropped onto her soft tongue. Fujiko sucked on the guy, nearly drowning him in saliva as his body was forced from one cheek to another. “Woah, these things are tasty! Is this really what little people would taste like?” After being sucked on for long enough, the tiny fell onto her molars and met a quick end between her teeth, simulated blood squirting out from his corpse. “Mmmmmm! I’ll have more of that.”

Fujiko found a school bus idling beside her foot and picked it up. She peeled off the bus’s backside with her fingernail and shook it over her mouth to get at the yummy contents within. Some passengers landed on the front of her teeth while others slid down her tongue unable to grip onto her slimy tastebuds. One tiny replicant bounced off her lower lip and landed on her chin. Fujiko brushed over her teeth with her tongue, knocking any remaining tinies to the back of her throat, and swallowed the lot whole. As she tilted her head forward, the one tiny rolled off her chin and fell into her cleavage. Feeling it squirm, Fujiko gazed down at her chest.

“Aren’t you a lucky one,” she goaded “Try not to suffocate in there. I might be too much for you to handle.” She pressed down on him with her index finger, pushing him deeper into her cleavage. After some time, she stopped feeling any movement from him.

Next, she squatted down in front of an office building and watched all the people panicking through the windows. Her ginormous ass hung an inch above the hapless pedestrians below. She waved and smiled at the office workers, amused at how powerless they all were before her. “Let’s see how durable you made these.” She stood up and lifted her right foot above the building. With only a small amount of effort, her leg came crashing through all ten stories of the building, crushing many of the inhabitants. “Wow, that was even weaker than I thought.” She lifted her foot out of the building and noticed a tiny hanging onto her pant leg. Without even addressing it, she plucked it off and smashed it between her fingers. “If these things can’t withstand my foot, I can’t imagine they can hold the rest of me.” She walked over to another building and sat down on it. It creaked and buckled under her weight, but for a moment it seemed like it would stay standing. Then, the whole thing fell flat beneath her. Fujiko laughed as she sat in the rubble; this all seemed so strange at first, but she was beginning to enjoy being a giantess monster.

She slowly made her way towards the city center, stepping on and eating people along the way. The further into the model, the taller the buildings got with some stretching up to Fujiko’s chest. She came to a stop when she noticed the beads of sweat forming all over her body (the tiny population noticed these a lot sooner as the falling droplets washed them away). The studio had gotten warmer since she started. “This must be your way of telling me to strip,” she quipped. She unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and took off her pants revealing her extra skimpy, purple bra and panties. She draped her clothing over a nearby rooftop and left her heels on the side of the road.

Fujiko stretched her arms over her head; her sweaty body glistened under the studio lights. The screaming died down around her with the tinies becoming too distracted to panic. Fujiko breathed a heavy sigh and dropped to her knees. She lied down on her belly, filling the street with her body, and rested her head on her hands. She could feel tiny bodies squirm all across her frontside, sandwiched between her and the road. The bodies under her breasts lay still though, having been utterly flattened under their weight.

“Hey, Prof. Whoever-you-are, can you order your bots to give me a foot rub?” Without delay, the tiny replicants booted out of panic mode and into service mode. A group of them climbed onto her feet and began rubbing all over her soles. They tried their best to lick off the sweat and dirt, some even wriggling their way between her toes. Other tinies climbed elsewhere along her body: on her legs, across her back, in her bra. There were a couple tinies trying to bounce on her butt cheeks like they were mattresses. After a while, Fujiko rose off the floor, sending tinies spiraling off her body, and returned to her destructive duties.

She approached the tallest building in the city which reached up to her chin and wrapped her arms around it. The windows cracked as her breasts pushed into them. She pressed her crotch into it and began grinding up and down alongside the building. Windows shattered and structural supports gave way as the giantess pleasured herself. It felt like a magnitude 10 earthquake to the people inside, most of which had no means of escape. After a few strokes, the building gave in, collapsing between the pressure of her thighs and tits. When Fujiko released the tower from her grip, what remained was unrecognizable; it looked more like a crumpled soda can than a skyscraper. Not yet satisfied, Fujiko grabbed a handful of tinies off the ground and shoved them into her mouth. She couldn’t get enough of the power trip and proceeded to stomp around the city. Buildings, highways, and people all fell before her awesome might.

It wasn’t long before the entire model city was just a pile of rubble and all the tiny people were either stains on the pavement or inside Fujiko’s stomach. The giantess sauntered through the debris hunting down any remaining tinies. After some searching, she found one left at the edge of the city. It stood there in wait wearing a familiar red jacket.

“Lupin!” she cried giddily. Fujiko picked up the fake Lupin by his jacket and held him in front of her face. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” The tiny Lupin tried speaking to Fujiko, but she couldn’t make out anything he said. “What was that? You’re too small. I can’t hear you.” Though she couldn’t understand his words, she recognized the lustful look he had in his eyes. Realizing speech was futile, the tiny Lupin resorted to action. He dove out of his clothes and made straight for Fujiko’s mountains. Fujiko squealed as the gentleman thief wiggled his way into her cleavage. “Hey! That tickles!” She slid her hand between her breasts and felt around for the little guy, eventually pulling him out. “Have your fun? Well, I know a spot you’ll really enjoy, lover.” She pulled at the front of her panties while dangling Lupin above them. The master thief’s eyes nearly bulged out his head as she presented her treasure to him. She dropped Lupin into her underwear and let the elastic snap back to her groin. A mischievous smile grew across her face as her lover got to work. With that, the replica and its inhabitants had been completely wiped out.

“Thank you, Fujiko, you were magnificent,” the loudspeaker projected. “As promised here is your reward.” The glass casing slid open revealing the diamond, and the studio door unlocked itself. Fujiko put her clothes back on and took her prize.

“Thanks, doc. If you ever have something else you want stolen, don’t hesitate to call.”

            Fujiko Mine woke up in a large, familiar looking filming studio. The walls and floors were all painted black, the white ceiling was dotted with bright fluorescent lights, and the only entrance/exit, a black, wooden door, stood locked behind her. Once the grogginess cleared from her head, she immediately recognized the strange room.

            “This again?” Fujiko cried out. “But I haven’t stolen anything from you.” Months ago, Fujiko had been kidnapped by a mad scientist after a failed heist. But instead of punishing her, the scientist gave her a chance to atone by fulfilling their greatest fantasy: destroying a lifelike model city filled with miniature, humanoid robots. It was a weird request, but Fujiko wound up enjoying herself. At the very least, it beat going to prison or dealing with any of the more dire consequences she had come to expect from her profession. Like last time, she was unharmed and still had all her clothes on. She was wearing an orange, ruffled tube top, tight, leather pants, and a pair of biker heels. Looking around the studio, she was surprised to find it empty. Where once had been a miniature metropolitan was an empty space. There was nothing in the room save for the confused woman and a loudspeaker in the ceiling corner.

            “Hello, Miss Fujiko,” a voice said from the loudspeaker. It was heavily modulated, but clearly coming from the same individual that had gleefully watched Fujiko destroy their life’s work. “It’s a pleasure to see you again. Sorry for bringing you back here so abruptly.”

            “You should be. You could’ve called, given me a heads up before you snatched me against my will.” She crossed her arms and pouted.

            “I understand, but the matter was urgent. I couldn’t risk you rejecting my next request.” Fujiko turned up her head in protest. Sure, she enjoyed destroying this weirdo’s toys last time, but if she acted out the fantasies of every pervert that kidnapped her, then the trouble would never end. “Of course, you will be fairly compensated.” The wall behind her slid open, revealing an ornate dress, brilliant jewelry, and matching accessories behind a bulletproof glass encasing. The outfit was encrusted in silver and obsidian and shined a brilliant hue. “This is the Wedding Set of Persephone, an ancient relic from the Aegean Sea. It’s in pristine condition and valued at five million dollars.” Fujiko stared at the dress with a lust she held only for treasure.

            “Alright, what do you want me to do this time?” she asked. The speaker died down and a rumbling rose up from the floor. A large panel in the floor, about 30x40 feet in size, slid open, revealing a brand new replica. This wasn’t like the last one, though. It wasn’t one city but several spread across rolling, grassy plains. They were beyond tiny, the tallest buildings stretching the length of Fujiko’s pinky finger. To Fujiko, it was like looking down at a topographic map of the countryside. The models were too small to make out any details from where she stood. She bent down and gazed over one of the models, her boundless face eclipsing the city’s sky. There was something moving in them, some featureless dots moving through puny streets. The loudspeaker whirred back to life.

            “Perhaps this may be of some use?” A magnifying glass popped out of the floor, allowing Fujiko to get a closer look at the model. Peering through the glass, she was amazed at how realistic it all was, as if an actual city was shrunk down to a miniscule size. What were featureless dots to the naked eye were actually lifelike human automatons. “Impressed?” the voice said. “They’re exact copies of the previous model at 1/100th of the size. Their taste, texture, and AI are as sophisticated as the larger version, though most of that will be difficult for you to perceive while you rampage.”

            “So, same deal as last time?” she said with a sigh. “It doesn’t look like these will hold out as long, so I’ll have to savor them.” Fujiko stood up and took a step onto the artificial grass. As her boot touch downed next to a city, the tiny citizens toggled to panic mode. Minute screaming rang out all throughout the town as the little automatons ran around in a craze. Fujiko barely noticed their changed behavior as they were now nothing more than formless specks at her feet. In one, simple motion, she brought the toe of her boot off the ground and lowered it onto the suburbs below. She had only moved her toes an inch, but in doing so flattened entire blocks. Scores of houses and people were wiped out in an instant with no chance of escape. They were so small, she felt no resistance under her sole as if they weren’t even there. “That’s a bummer,” she thought aloud. “How can I enjoy all this power if I can’t even feel it?” She took off her footwear and bore down on more of the city with her bare foot. It was subtle, but she could feel thousands of lives extinguish beneath the ball of her sole. “Much better,” she said with a grin, grinding her foot into what remained of the suburbs.

            Fujiko laid down on her stomach, her face suspended over a miniature downtown. Flat-roofed buildings the size of sugar-cubes sat helplessly beneath her visage. She brought her pursed lips down on them, demolishing the entire district with a kiss of death. Anyone fortunate enough to have been kissed by Fujiko Mine would have described her lips as extraordinarily soft and pillowy, but to the tiny replicants they were devastating weapons of mass destruction. As she pulled back, she chuckled at the red stain her lipstick left on the debris.

            There were only a couple skyscrapers left in the city, four towers that stood no taller than Fujiko’s pinky. She laid her head down on its side to glance inside them. She could barely make out the crowds gathered by the windows. All the tinies could do was observe the decimation surrounding them. They were capable of praying, of holding onto the slimmest hope that they could be spared, but doing so was pointless. Their logic told them annihilation was inevitable; it told them the rubble, once teeming with life, and the gorgeous goddess responsible for snuffing it out, would be the last things they ever saw.

            Fujiko thought about what to do with these last skyscrapers. Since she was already bent over them, she figured it be easiest just to eat them. But they’re made of metal, right? she thought. That can’t be good for my figure. Her nose hovered right above the towers, and Fujiko was sure she smelled something sweet coming from them. She licked one, nearly snapping it in two with the force of her tongue. The tiny inhabitants jumped back at the massive tastebuds filling up their view of the outside as they scraped across the windows. “It’s so sweet!” she exclaimed.

            “I made everything out of edible materials,” the voice said from the loudspeaker, “and laced them with sugar and other ingredients. Each building has its own flavor in case you needed something to snack on.” Fujiko licked the other tower. The first one tasted like strawberry, the second was green apple. The two structures were close enough together that Fujiko could wrap her whole mouth around them. Her open maw descended on the towers, enveloping the tiny inhabitants in darkness. Closing her jaw, her incisors tore the buildings from their foundations, and with her tongue, she brought them careening onto her molars. The skyscrapers put up no resistance as the woman’s teeth clenched down on them, killing nearly everyone inside. Chewing on them felt similar to eating wafer cookies, even having the same, subtle metallic flavor that comes from baking powder.

            With one city toasted, Fujiko stood up and approached her next victims a few feet away. She stood along the next city’s edge, her toes bordering the area like a round, fleshy mountain range. “What should I do with you?” she pondered, tapping her finger against her chin. “Maybe I’ll take a seat and think it over.” Turning around, Fujiko let the city folk gape at the moon hanging over them before dropping it out of the sky. Hopping into the air, she plummeted butt-first with the force of a meteorite. Her leather-clad ass pulverized everything caught beneath it, leaving two round craters in the dirt. “Ow, maybe I overdid it a little,” she said wincing. The cushioning provided by her fat cheeks softened some of the impact, but she still felt a tinge of pain on her landing. “And I got my pants dirty too.” She examined her muddied backside, not even acknowledging the millions it just crushed. “You owe me a new pair, you know,” she shouted to her voyeur. She slid off her pants and tossed them aside, revealing the dark red G-string she was wearing.

            “Of course,” the voice responded. “Anything you want.” Fujiko could tell the person was breathing heavy, clearly enjoying the show she put on. She looked down at her half-naked body.

            “Guess there isn’t much point in keeping this on,” she said, pulling off her tube top. Her voluptuous breasts hung freely in all their glory, no longer restrained by any fabric. She stretched her back and arms, letting the world beneath her take in her beautiful figure before jaunting over to the next city. Fujiko got onto her hands and knees and held her chest over the mini metropolis. Her boobs hung over the hundred thousand pedestrians like guillotines primed for execution. She swayed her chest from side to side, knocking over skyscrapers with her nipples. After enough teasing, she lowered her chest onto the city, smothering it beneath her fat tits. The woman laughed maniacally as she ground the tiny civilization into the dirt. It was quite the sight, the nearly naked woman bent over, ass wagging in the air as she rubbed her breasts into a hive of human bugs. Her voyeur was beside themself.

            They had played back the recordings of Fujiko’s prior rampage hundreds of times. With each tiny replicant recording their view of the events, along with hidden cameras scattered throughout the model city and studio, they could watch the action from every conceivable angle. This time was no different, though only a select amount of tinies were recording to save on data storage space. They viewed their monitors fervently as Fujiko crushed city after city, but it wasn’t enough. Even with the advanced practical effects, the screen was still a barrier impeding true immersion. They needed to be there, to see their goddess in the flesh.

            “Wait one moment, Fujiko,” the voice called out. Fujiko had stood back up and was brushing the dirt off her tits. “I want to show you something before you continue.” The thief was intrigued and obeyed the request. The studio door unlocked and a petit, twenty-year old woman walked through. She had black hair in a straight bob and wore large circular glasses over her bright blue eyes. She was over a foot shorter than Fujiko, her eyes sitting at the level of the older woman’s chest. Her figure was very slim with a flat chest and small hips. She wore nothing but a skimpy green bikini. The elastic on the front of her bottoms was worn down, likely from shoving her hand inside too much.

            “And you are?” Fujiko asked, not expecting a young woman to walk in on her.

            “Dr. Elizabeth Micro,” she replied, too nervous to look Fujiko in the eye. “Just call me Liz. I’m the one who created all this.”

            “You?” Fujiko gasped. She eyed the young girl up and down. “I figured it was a pervy geezer on the other side of the speaker, not a cute little thing like yourself.” Dr. Micro blushed at the off-hand compliment. Her face only got redder as Fujiko approached her, the woman’s breasts poking out an inch away from her face. “You come to get in on the fun?” The young doctor had to crane her neck to meet Fujiko’s gaze. The lady thief was experienced at seducing all walks of people, but the young, innocent types were her favorites. They were so fun to tease and so easy to manipulate.

            “Y-yeah. I’m still recording it all, but I wanted to get a closer view.” She fidgeted with her fingers, trying her hardest not to stare at Fujiko’s perfect body. “You can carry on. I’ll just observe from here.”

            “You’re just going to sit on the sidelines while I do all the hard work? Nuh-uh, you’re coming with me, young lady.” She grabbed Liz’s arm and brought her to the far side of the model. The layout of the cities grew denser the farther in with the far edge being a sea of buildings akin to megalopolises like Tokyo or Shanghai. Walking through the model felt surreal to Liz. This wasn’t her first time towering over the tinies, she created them after all, but walking behind Fujiko, watching her casually stomp through the miniscule masses, set her heart aflutter. She was a macrophile and normally didn’t get much pleasure from the thought of being big, but being with Fujiko, letting her take the lead, broadened her perspective and opened up new routes to derive pleasure from. Besides, the recordings of this were going to be killer.

            Fujiko bent down and dug her hand into the dirt, scooping up a few city blocks into her palm. Holding it up to her chest, the tinies were lifted miles above what they considered the ground. They ran around in a panic, terrified of the amused faces looming over them. Fujiko tore a building off its foundations and tossed it into her mouth. “Mmm, you really outdid yourself with these. Go on, try one.” She held out the suburb to Liz. The young doctor already knew what her creations tasted like, but obliged anyway, picking up a few houses with her fingers and dropping them into her mouth. Giggling, she held out her tongue to show Fujiko the tiny residents crawling around their new neighborhood. Fujiko lightly poked a group of tinies, catching them on her finger before sucking them into her own mouth. She then closed her palm tightly, squeezing the life out of what remained of the crumbling suburb. Both women laughed at their victims as they swallowed, high on the superiority they had over the meager specks.

            At the other end of the studio, the puny buildings were so densely packed that it was impossible to step around them. The women stood at the edge of the cityscape, Fujiko goading Liz to take the first step. She lowered the tips of her toes into the concrete jungle. A feeling of exhilaration rushed through her as the buildings crumbled under what little pressure she applied. Fujiko placed her hands on the shorter woman’s shoulders and leaned up against her back. “No, no. Not like that,” she said with a devious grin. “Watch how it’s done.” She crossed her left leg over Liz’s and stomped down next to her foot, obliterating everything beneath it in a single blow. Liz followed her lead, lowering her sole with all her might and extinguishing thousands of lives. The area beneath them quickly evened out as the two playfully performed a deadly dance. 

            With the megalopolis sprawled out before them, Fujiko laid down on her back, making a cot of the smushed debris beneath her body and sending rolling clouds of dust and dirt past the buildings surrounding her frame. She looked like a giantess centerfold laying mostly naked on top of the metropolitan. Her hair coursed through the streets and over rooftops like overgrown vines. Her arms steamrolled blocks as she moved them comfortably under the back of her head. Liz could do nothing but stare, awestruck at how perfectly this woman pushed all her buttons.

            Fujiko uprooted some buildings between her fingers and flung their contents into her belly button. Her navel quickly filled up with thousands of bodies before beckoning her partner to get closer. Liz knelt down between Fujiko’s legs and watched her trace a line from her crotch to her navel with her finger. Liz’s heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to leap out of her throat. She bent down and dragged her tongue across Fujiko’s lower abdomen, licking up to her belly button and scooping hundreds of tinies into her mouth. The little bugs squirmed helplessly on her tongue before drowning in her saliva. Without swallowing, Liz planted her lips on Fujiko’s belly and sucked up the remaining tinies, scooping up what remained with her tongue and downing the whole mass in one gulp.

            Fujiko sat up. Detritus rained from her back, falling into the imprint her body left behind. Liz was still kneeling before her when Fujiko wrapped her legs around her. Fujiko grabbed a skyscraper, popped the top off with her thumb, and shook it over her waiting maw, pouring hundreds of tinies onto her tongue. They piled up across the wet muscle until they reached the edges on either side. As the pile grew, scores of people rolled off either side and fell for miles until crash landing onto the woman’s ample chest. Fujiko’s tongue shivered in anticipation as it held up the pile of tiny, squirming bodies. She placed her hands along the back of Liz’s neck and pulled her forward. Liz opened her mouth, her heavy breathing knocking a few more tinies off the side, and slid it around Fujiko’s tongue. Her movements were slow and steady; nerves mixed with excitement froze her in place, anxious of embracing the woman she idolized. Fujiko pushed forward, planting her lips around Liz’s and banishing the doctor’s doubts with the heat of their fervor. The two passionately made out, eviscerating the people caught between their tongues. Fujiko’s legs wrapped tightly around the young woman, her massive breasts pressed against her flat chest, and her tongue maneuvered deftly within the other’s mouth, overwhelming Liz with her sexual expertise. Dr. Micro forgot all about her miniature creations as the two collapsed to the ground and rolled around the megalopolis. Every part of their body, from their backs to their butts to their legs and heels, participated in the city’s devastation. The world shook for the puny automatons as everything they knew was decimated by the giantess’ lovemaking.

            Fujiko pinned the younger woman to the floor. With one hand, she scooped up several buildings, picking up hundreds of pedestrians along the way, and slid them into Liz’s panties. Her fingers penetrated her vagina, shoving the replicants and their homes into the damp, endless cavern. Those that didn’t drown were pulverized against the pussy’s walls as Fujiko bent and twirled her fingers inside. Any composure Dr. Micro had vanished in an instant as she succumbed to Fujiko’s dominion over her.

            By the time Liz climaxed, most of the model country had been wiped out. Only a few buildings were left standing, along with a few hundred replicants, but they were too insignificant to count. With her job done, Fujiko stood up and walked to where she left her clothes, leaving Liz lying on the ground exhausted. The studio door unlocked and the glass casing surrounding the antique dress opened up. “Miss Doctor,” Fujiko called out, “would you be a dear and pack that up for me?”

            “Yes, ma’am,” she replied between breaths. “I’ll do anything for you.”

            “Good girl.”

            After exiting the elevator, Fujiko Mine sauntered through the luxury apartment’s stark white hallway. The clack of her heels echoed through the building as she made her way towards one of the penthouse suites. She had secured an invitation to a high-class soiree put on by the world’s elite and had dressed to impress. She wore a tan, pearlescent, spaghetti-strap dress and a pair of brown stiletto heels; the dress did the bare minimum in covering her always impressive breasts, and the skirt’s split rid up her right leg all the way to her waist. She was prepared to turn heads so far they wouldn’t notice all the money she planned to siphon from them.

            The party attendees were some of the richest, and most corrupt, people in the world. Some were bosses of actual criminal empires, others were politicians and royals who dipped into public funds for their own indulgence, and quite a few were CEOs pilfering off the hard work of their underpaid employees. They were the perfect targets for the professional thief and femme fatale: hedonistic egotists who’d drain their vaults for the company of a beautiful woman like her. As Fujiko liked to put it, “Steal from the rich to give to the more deserving: namely myself.” She didn’t plan on stealing much tonight. Some jewelry here and some cash there, whatever she could fit in her purse. The main goal was to make connections, network a little, so she could eventually slink straight into each partygoer’s offshore bank account.

            Fujiko reached the suite door, and after checking her hair and makeup in a hand mirror, walked on in. To her surprise, the place was empty. The extravagant, multi-room apartment was clearly prepared for a party, fanciful foods and overpriced beverages were scattered throughout, but there wasn’t a soul to be found. “Something’s not right,” she thought aloud. “I’m never the first to arrive.” There were supposed to be upward of fifty guests attending, but as far as she could tell, she was the only one to arrive. Not even the hosts appeared to be present. Fujiko walked through the entryway into the parlor, her heels clacking against the marble floor. She immediately spotted the security cameras dotted throughout the interior, though it wasn’t clear if anyone was currently watching her through them. “Guess I better be careful with what I take.”

            What she didn’t notice were the miniscule specks on the floor beneath her. Fujiko was in fact the last guest to arrive. All the billionaires in attendance had shrunk down to a millimeter tall and were scattered throughout the apartment. Many were on the floor, some on the tables, countertops and furniture, and a few found themselves in more interesting locations. The tinies in her path froze with their mouths agape at the sight of the curvaceous woman towering far above them. To Fujiko, the act of walking across the room was a simple one, requiring no direct thought from her; but to the people below, it was a nightmare. Their entire world shook as the woman’s slender legs rose skyward and came crashing down with the force of meteors. The puny bodies of billionaires were pulverized under the toes of Fujiko’s heels. Flattened in an instant, the tinies at least received a quick, excruciating death. The ones lucky enough to avoid her gait looked on in horror at the paper thin remains of their companions dotting the floor.

            Fujiko was oblivious to the lives she just stole with her feet, still wondering where everyone could be. The parlor was a large room surrounded by windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. The view of the city, soaked in the rays of the freshly setting sun, was almost as gorgeous as Fujiko herself. She was a little bitter that no one was there to appreciate the work she put into dolling herself up. Within the parlor was an L-shaped sofa and decorative coffee table facing a 65” flatscreen; on the other side of the room, past a lit fireplace, was an in-house bar complete with a countertop, barstools, and drink rack. “I could go for a drink.”

            Fujiko approached the bar, leaving a trail of carnage in her wake, and sat down on a stool. She didn’t realize that seat was already taken by a miniaturized woman. “Look down here, you stupid bimbo!” the woman shouted, her harsh words travelling nowhere near far enough to reach Fujiko’s ears. “This isn’t right! We run this world! You should be under our heels, not the other way around,” she cried, having never faced a problem that she couldn’t solve with money. The last thing she saw was the full moon hanging over her before crumpling under the weight of Fujiko’s ass. A man on the counter tried to get the giantess’ attention.  He jumped and waved and shouted, but none of it mattered. A bent elbow came plummeting down on top of him as Fujiko rested her head against her hand. The man, a multi-billionaire who used every trick in the book to amass his absurd wealth, was so insignificant that she didn’t even feel his guts splash against the back of her arm. Not far from him was another shrunken attendee, an oil baron with a penchant for womanizing. He felt no remorse for the victims around him as he was too enamored by the massive pair of tits suspended in front of him. His only concern was formulating a strategy to get between the soft mountains.

            Fujiko noticed a bottle of champagne on the other side of the counter and reached over to grab it. Her chest pressed into the countertop as she stretched herself over it to grab the bottle and a glass. The oil baron got far more than he bargained for, buckling under her boob as it ground him into the surface. Fujiko poured herself a drink, failing to notice the four people trapped at the bottom of the glass. The cascading alcohol pushed down on the tinies, keeping them pinned to the glass and drowning one of them. The other three surfaced, given the briefest respite as they caught their breath, before the glass they found themselves in started tilting. A pillowy upper lip stretched across their only exit Fujiko took a sip of her drink. The man closest to Fujiko’s mouth, a record setting athlete whose greatest feat was dodging drug tests, swam with all his might, but quickly found himself sliding down the woman’s tongue into her throat. Perhaps drowning in overpriced champagne wasn’t so bad a fate, at least compared to being sucked down the woman’s gullet and landing in a lake of searing stomach acid.

            Along with drinks, the bar also had hors d’oeuvres, including caviar. Fujiko pulled the platter of fish roe over to her. A group of tinies were feasting on the supersized delicacy, themselves being no bigger than the eggs they were biting into. Fujiko plopped a spoonful onto the back of her hand, catching a few partygoers in the process, and scooped it off with her tongue. She pressed the roe against the roof of her mouth, crushing both the eggs and the people and releasing their delicate flavors throughout her mouth. She snacked on hors d’oeuvres and sipped on champagne for a while, waiting for anyone to show up.

            Eventually, she decided she had enough. “This is ridiculous. I’ve wasted enough time here.” She leapt off the stool, crushing a pleading woman under the heel of her stiletto. “I’ll just find something nice to take and be on my way.” Fujiko walked all over the suite, stepping on countless tinies as she went room to room in search of valuables. There were plenty of rare artifacts, books, and art pieces throughout, but nothing caught her eye. She wanted a big gemstone or an intricate piece of jewelry, something that felt good to have without needing any historical context to enjoy it. By the time she reached the master bedroom, she gave up. “Ugh, tonight just sucks!” A miniature man and woman were on the deluxe king size bed getting down and dirty. They were so into it, they hadn’t even realized they shrunk. Frustrated with her lack of results, Fujiko flung herself onto the bed. As her bare back collided with the couple, the two became one as their bodies were smashed together and their lives snuffed out.

            Fujiko returned to the parlor so she could leave. By this point, most of the guests had been stepped on, swallowed, or otherwise killed by the unaware femme fatale. The few survivors were cowering underneath furniture, praying to gods they didn’t believe in that they’d reform themselves if they made it out alive. With so many deaths under her shoes, it became impossible not to notice the viscera dotting the floor. “Weird. Where these wine stains always here?” Fujiko didn’t give the matter much thought, though she was upset at the red goo plastered along the bottom of her expensive heels. “Well, I was drinking white wine, so it’s not my fault.”

            On her way out, Fujiko turned towards the security camera. She pulled her lower eyelid down, stuck her tongue out and gave it the middle finger before leaving in a huff.