The chemicals swirled around the glass flask, mixing with one other to blend into one uniform green liquid. It had taken months’ worth of research and work, but Mrs. Taylor had finally done it. Her hands shook slightly as she poured the mixture into the vials she had prepared, careful not to spill a single drop of the precious liquid. She glanced up at the clock after sitting there used flask back down; Laura would be here any minute. The teacher’s heart beat a little faster as she thought about the girl. Just the thought alone was enough to get her excited. Objectively she should have hated Laura, she was an awful student who hardly ever paid attention in class, and only passed because most of the faculty either didn’t want to have her again next year or were simply afraid to fail her. When she wasn’t busy sleeping through class, she could normally be found tormenting any unfortunate student that happened to be nearby. Swirlies, black eyes, wedgies, and verbal abuse were all regular occurrences from Laura. The girl had a particular interest in a few unlucky students; Stacy, the cheer captain, had been subjected to some particularly awful “pranks”, Will, the smartest in the class, had been given numerous bruises and black eyes. Though they seemed to die down after he agreed to start doing the bully’s homework. Laura ruled the school with an iron fist, and Mrs. Taylor couldn’t help but love it. She knew it was wrong though, feeling this way about a student, but that didn’t stop her from finding any excuse to see Laura when she could. Laura was in fact the reason for her current project, her growth serum. Through some of their talks they had discovered a mutual fascination in the idea of being a giant. Laura was crazy over the idea of having that much power, she already dwarfed everyone in the school, but what if she could dwarf the school itself. Mrs. Taylor had no interest in being big herself, but unleashing Laura on the world and being able to see the ensuing destruction was an irresistible prospect, she may even be rewarded for her efforts. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the door to the lab swung open, an intimidating silhouette taking up the entire door frame.

“You wanted to see me after practice?” Laura stepped into the room, carried by a confident stride which quickly brought her over to her teacher. Her 6’5” body dwarfed the woman, who now gazed up at the massive athlete in awe.

“Y-yes, thank you so much for coming! How was practice hun?” The older woman asked.

“It was good I guess; the rest of the team needs to work harder though. I mean, if they’re ever going to look like this, they got to step it up” She chuckled as she flexed one of her biceps, the mound of muscle quickly hardened to show its impressive size and tone as the teen displayed her physique. Small droplets of sweat clung to the toned body and ran down the hard muscle, proof of her hard work. Mrs. Taylor felt like she was going to faint as she watched the braggadocios display. Her cheeks turned bright red as her heart fluttered.

“I don’t think they’ll ever get as strong as you,” she praised “Anyway, I have some very exciting news though, its finally completed!”

“…What is?” Laura looked around the room in confusion, having already forgotten about their discussion of making her grow from so many months ago.

“The growth serum silly!” Mrs. Taylor reached down and carefully picked up one of the delicate glass vials, holding it up for Laura to see. “I’ve been working on it endlessly, but I think its finally ready.”

Laura gazed at the green liquid with curious eyes. Her mind raced with the possibilities of what could come if it really worked. Finally able to do whatever she liked, take whatever she wanted, bully anyone and everyone. “You’re telling me if I drink that…I’ll grow? How big?” she asked eagerly

“Well, I’m not sure, you should at least hit 50 feet according to my math, although there is a small risk you get even bigger. Potentially the growth could be exponential.” The teacher flipped through a notebook that was sitting on her desk and showed the student various equations full of symbols Laura didn’t recognize nor cared too. All she cared about was getting bigger. She reached forward and snatched the vial from the teacher with ease, her larger hands making the glass container look tiny. Before Mrs. Taylor could say anything, Laura tossed her head back and poured the mixture into her mouth. They both stood in silence for a moment, but nothing happened.

“Well…looks like your math was wrong, better get back to figuring it ou-“ Laura stopped mid-sentence and clutched her stomach, it felt like someone had punched her right in the gut. Mrs. Taylor began to approach her but quickly backed away as the girl’s body began to grow before her very eyes. Her already long legs began to shoot up even higher, the mass of muscle that made up her arms quickly doubling, then tripling in size. Within a few moments the girl now stood at three times her original height.

“What the fuck!” Laura looked at her now massive hand as she stooped, her head now easily touched the ceiling of the large lab room. “Holy shit I’m… I’m fucking giant!” She felt another surge of energy course through her before the process happened again, her body rapidly grew, forcing her muscular frame to burst through the ceiling and continue upwards towards the heavens.

Mrs. Taylor craned her neck up in amazement as she fawned over the now massive teen. Her abs were now the size of cars, her legs now rose above the second story of the newer part of the school. The sight was beautiful. Her serum had worked, and her giantess now loomed far above her. Hey eyes moved their way down and now looked at the massive sneaker that was now only a few feet away. It dawned on her how lucky she was that she hadn’t been standing any closer to Laura, as she may have been grinded to death under the sneaker which now took up most of the room, or at least what was left of the room. The basketball shoe had clearly seen better days. Dirt and grime stained nearly every inch of it, hiding the bright red color that the shoes had once shown. The bottoms were scuffed and worn down from being used up and down the court for the past years.

Above Laura took a moment to take in her new stature. She looked down at the now tiny school that surrounded her, some of the students that had happened to be outside cowered in fear of their now giant classmate, others ran inside to hide from the massive bully, but it wouldn’t save them. The titan let out a booming laugh as she reveled in just how much power she now held, she could truly do whatever she wanted now, who was going to stop her? As the multitude of possibilities ran through her head, she remembered the one who had granted her this power in the first place and looked down to see Mrs. Taylor gazing up at her. The woman looked like an ant to the now giant teen, just an insignificant black dot in front of her sneaker. A grin formed across her face as she began to lift her foot.

Mrs. Taylor’s body froze as she watched the sole of the sneaker rise above her and replace the sky, her view now nothing but the underside of the shoe. Grime and mud clung to the massive sneakers; the tread was worn down to near nothingness at this point. Then it began to lower. The teacher screamed out in terror as the shoe descended upon her, this wasn’t supposed to be how this ended. She had made Laura a goddess, given her the power she had wanted for so long. She was supposed to be rewarded for her efforts, not become a victim of them. Finally, her feet began to move, but it was already too late, the sneaker came down upon her and pushed her into the cold tile floor of the lab. Laura applied no extra pressure, just simply let her foot down on the ground. That was more than enough to end her loving teacher though, the woman popped under the thousands of pounds that now rested on her, becoming nothing more than a red dot on the sole of the shoe, mixed in with the other insignificant debris. Laura didn’t even bother to check what remained; confident she already had a good idea of the teacher’s fate.

Satisfied with what she had done, Laura began to look around the school for other potential victims. She lifted her foot and took a step, her foot slamming down into the west wing of the school with ease. Mr. Green’s English class was crushed underneath her and buried in the rubble. 28 lives ended in a second simply because the girl stepped carelessly. Her rampage soon ramped up as she stomped around the massive campus, watching with glee as her massive feet left craters wherever they happened to land. Students who tried to run or escape the collapsing building didn’t make it far. Many ended up under her feet. Others crushed as she swiped her finger on the ground, grinding them into nothing. A few very unlucky ones were tossed into her giant mouth, reduced to a few extra calories for her to burn. As the minutes passed the death toll quickly racked up as more and more classrooms and fleeing students met their end under the foul sneakers that came crashing down around them. After four minutes of playing the west wing of the school was nothing more than a smoldering pile of rubble and broken bodies, with one very happy tomboy standing in the middle. Laura let out a small giggle as she looked around, though to the unfortunate people at the school it sounded more like roaring thunder.

Finished with her playtime in the building, she turned her attention to what remained of the rest of the school. As she decided what to do next, she noticed some of her classmates rushing to the parking lot, piling into their cars hoping she would be distracted long enough to get away from the rampage. Laura took a step and was immediately upon them. She sat down, allowing her massive butt to plop down on the entrance of the parking lot, sealing off their chance of escape. One daring car had tried to speed under her as she sat but was only crushed under her plump ass. The truck crumpled like a piece of tinfoil under the girl, and its passengers were turned into stains on the sweaty gym shorts that clung to her ass.  The fleeing cars were forced to slam on brakes as their exit was now blocked by the athlete’s massive crotch. Laura reached down and snatched up one of the cars and brought it up to her eye. Five students were piled inside the car, now left with nowhere to go, and too high up to get out. Laura began to apply a little pressure slowly, causing the roof of the blue sedan to begin to cave in. The metal creaked and groaned under her force, sinking lower and lower into the car. She watched with glee as the passengers screamed, begging her to spare them, but she paid no mind. Finally, she applied more pressure, flattening the car completely in between her fingers before tossing the hunk of metal and gore away. There were still plenty of other victims to play with. The next car was put between her bicep and arm, before she began to flex. The muscle quickly expanded and crunched the car against the hard muscle. Laura relaxed and allowed the remains of the car to plummet back down into the parking lot.

As the rampage continued Mr. Wells scurried over to his office window, peeking out to look on at the carnage that was unfolding outside. He was met with a grotesque sight, the remains of his student’s bodies strewn about in the rubble of the west wing and the mostly demolished parking lot. It made his stomach churn in disgust. His eyes then turned to look at the massive girl that now sat in his parking lot and was greeted with the monstrous sight of Laura. Her dirty sneakers stretched out on either side of the school, allowing her thighs to create an impenetrable wall of thigh muscle. Her short clad lower half sat on top of what used to be the exit to the main road the school sats on. As his eyes continued up, he saw her face, sharp blue eyes and a brown pixie cut made for a striking appearance on the young titan. A twisted smile formed across her face as she looked at the tiny student in between her fingers. Mr. Wells also recognized them, it was Avery, the captain of the boys’ basketball team. A straight A student who had just recently been accepted to the top university in the state. Laura brought her fingers together, sending out a red streak in every direction as the boy was crushed between them. A disturbing giggle followed.

Mr. Wells ducked back down, in all his years as principal he had never thought he would have to deal with something like this. “Why did it have to be Laura?!” He let out a pained whisper. Laura was constantly in his office, and to say the two didn’t get along would be an understatement. She had made his career hell for the past few years, constant fights and bullying, always in detention, and regularly pranking him as well. He could do nothing to combat this giant girl, his only option left was to run, and let the police or military handle the situation. No one would think him a coward he hoped, and at this point he didn’t care.

Wells glanced out the window once more, Laura had found another group of fleeing students and was preoccupied with them for a moment, though he was sure that wouldn’t last long. Deciding to seize the opportunity, Wells sprinted for the door and busted out into the open courtyard of the school. His legs began to pump as hard as he could make them as he sprinted in the opposite direction of the giant student. All he needed to do was make it to the forest that bordered the school to the north. He wanted to turn back and see what was happening behind him but knew that the lost time might mean a death sentence for him. His lungs burned as he sprinted through the courtyard, he hadn’t run like this in 20 years.

THOOM

Wells ran headfirst into the solid wall that appeared before him. The impact knocked the wind out of him and sent him reeling. He landed on his back, now dazed and confused as to what had just happened. As he regained his senses, he sat up to see what he had run into. Before him sat a tan wall, filled with a chaotic web of crossing lines and creases that ran through its entirety. It didn’t take him long to deduce that it was a hand, a giant hand, which could only mean one thing. He slowly lifted his head up, allowing himself to look up into the sky. Far above, Laura smiled back down at him, a terrifying look in her eyes.

“Where you going Mr. Principal?” she asked rhetorically. Before Wells could stand back up and attempt an escape, he was snatched up by the massive palm that had knocked him down. The hand was uncomfortably warm, and slightly sticky for some reason. Wells wasn’t sure he wanted to know why honestly. The palm was rough, a large callus sat at the beginning of her middle finger. A testament to Laura’s active lifestyle. Wells quickly felt the air begin to be crushed out of him as the fist tightened and began to rise off the ground. After some moments it opened back up, allowing the tiny prisoner to breathe. He was looking at her face, suspended high in the air.

“LAURA PLEASE WE CAN TALK ABOU-“ He began to plead. His insignificant cries were mere squeaks to the giant girl.

“Ya know you always thought you were so big, always putting me in detention, threatening to kick me off the basketball team, calling my parents. That was pretty fucked up!” Her voice boomed out, nearly deafening the man. It sounded like the voice of some divine being, calling out the end of days.

“I’M SORRY LAURA PLEASE JUS-“ He was interrupted again

“I think you deserve a taste of your own medicine actually,” she began to smile as she lifted up her other arm above her head. “A little detention of your own might teach you a lesson” She brought the principal over to her now exposed armpit. Allowing him to see where he would be serving his “detention”. The skin before him was clearly sweaty, and short thick hairs had begun to sprout from the skin. Clearly Laura hadn’t shaved in a while.

Before he could plead anymore, he was shoved into the hellish armpit. He was pushed face first into the slick skin, and immediately wished she would have just killed him. The stench hit him like a freight train as he sucked in air to replenish his lungs. An acidic smell which caused his insides to burn, and his mind to scream for mercy. He couldn’t believe a teenage girl could even produce something this foul. It only got worse as Laura began to drag him around the armpit, giving him a full tour of the landscape. His face and body were rubbed roughly against the stubble that covered the underarm, turning his skin red and raw. Wells couldn’t decide what would kill him first, the sweat or the smell. He only prayed one would come soon. The principal, once the boss of the school, was now nothing more than a sweat rag for the star athlete. Laura let out another giggle as her torment continued.

Laura eventually removed him from his detention, growing bored of her little game before bringing him back down to the ground and dropping him. Wells laid and sucked down the fresh air that was finally available to him.

“Bye bitch!” He heard the titan say as he looked up in horror. Her hand curled up into a might fist as her arm cocked back behind her head like a world class boxer. Within a split second she let the punch fly, slamming her fist into the tiny principle that lay before her. As her fist came back up not much was left of the principal that had made her school life hell, just a small red smear. Still, Laura punched the remains a few more times just for good measure.

Not much of the school remained at this point, just a few remaining walls that had survived her rampage. Laura began to think about where to head to next when she noticed the slightest bit of movement near the bleachers on the football field. Her eyes lit up in delight, the cheerleading team had been there practicing! This would be a perfect ending to her terror at the school, finally putting all those preppy cheerleaders in their place.

Laura stood and lumbered over to the bleacher nonchalantly before sitting down in front of it. She imagined the fear the girls hiding under it must be feeling, knowing that she’s right outside their hiding spot. It filled her heart with joy to think about. Her massive hands reached down and grasped the metal bleachers on either side before effortlessly ripping the structure up out of the ground and tossing it away. It was easy work for the muscular titan. The cheer team was now in plain view, left out in the open, cowering as they looked up at the massive basketball player.

“Hey girls! Hiding from me?” Laura grinned as she teased the tiny team. She studied the fear on each of their cute little faces as she loomed over them, pausing as she got to the captain, Stacey. Stacey had been one of Laura’s favorite victims throughout the school year. The cheerleader was gorgeous, which is good as it made up for her lack of brains. Laura remembered the anger she had felt when the girl had rejected her advances all that time ago. Now it was time for revenge.

“I’ll tell you guys what, you do me a favor and maybe some of you will live! No promises though! How about… you guys go ahead and give me a foot rub; I’ve been in these sneakers all day” With her offer made Laura reached down and peeled off the sneakers that clung to her feet. A noxious odor poured out over the football field as she sat her foot back down and began to work on the other shoe, popping it off as well. The cheerleaders now unfortunately stood before her sock clad feet. The black athletic socks had clearly seen better days, they were worn to threads, nearly falling apart after years of constant abuse by the teenager. Laura’s pinky toe stuck out of a small hole that had formed on the side of one of the socks, allowing her giant toe to breathe. She peeled the nasty socks off next, before stuffing them into the shoes, and tossing them aside. She pushed her feet forward presenting them to the tiny team that would be rubbing them and nearly crushing them in the process. “Get to work!”

Stacey looked at the horrified faces of her teammates in despair. This couldn’t really be happening, could it? They were supposed to be going to Starbucks after school today, not enslaved by their bully. She noticed tears running down Gwen’s face, it broke her heart to see her friend in such a state. “L-lets just do it guys…maybe she’ll let us go!” Stacey said with as much confidence as she could muster She knew they almost certainly wouldn’t be let go, but it was the best shot they had at surviving this. She led the way, approaching the steamy feet and touching her hand to the grimy flesh. “Ewwww” she muttered to herself as she felt the sweat stick to her. The rest of the team soon joined her in their disgusting task and began to message their new god’s feet.

Laura wiggled her toes as she felt the team begin their work, sending a rain of debris and sock lint down towards the tiny girls that toiled at her heels. This was just too good, the entire cheer squad turned into nothing but some fucking foot slaves. She should have done this sooner, she decided. This went on for some time, before finally Laura grew bored of their torment. She sat back up, startling the tiny girls below.

“You guys did ok I guess,” she rolled her eyes, “but I have to go so I think our time is over. Maybe some of you can come with me though!” She smiled as she reached down and snatched up the majority of the girls in one of her hands before reaching for her sneakers and pulling the socks out. “How about you ride in here, don’t really have any pockets on these shorts” She laughed before tossing some of the girls into each shoe.

Stacey landed with a thud as she hit the damp insole. As the rancid smell of the sneaker entered her lungs she began to gag, and wished she would have died from the fall instead. She looked around her new prison, Kayla and Jennifer had also been thrown in and were getting back on their feet on the other side of the shoe from her. The insides of the sneakers were destroyed beyond belief, as the lining in most of the shoe had been worn away, and the once white insole was now colored a dark brown. Beneath her feet Stacey could faintly make out the number “13.5” in large lettering, though most of the marking had been rubbed away. She looked up as the light in the shoe began to disappear, only to see Laura’s now socked clad foot hovering over the entrance. “RUN!” She squealed, trying to alert the other girls as she sprinted down the shoe trying to escape the impending doom behind her. Stacey quickly passed the other two girls who still hadn’t fully recovered from their fall. She looked over her shoulder to see the rapidly approaching sock engulf them in an avalanche of dirty cotton and sweat. The two disappeared beneath the sole. Before she could make it to the toe section Stacey too was caught under the sock, steamrolled by the massive toes and forced down the advancing foot. As things settled, she realized she had miraculously lived, now wedged beside the ball of Laura’s foot. She began to sob, unable to decide if this was a blessing or not.

Above, Laura finished putting her shoes back on and was delighted by the crunches she felt under her feet as they settled. She turned her attention back to the three remaining girls that stood before her before snatching them up as well. “As for you three, I don’t really have anymore room, but I could go for a snack after all this fun!” She grinned sadistically as the group began to scream and squirm in her hand as she raised it over her mouth, Gwen in particular screamed out in a shrill voice. She reveled in this for a few moments before finally opening her hand and allowing the girls to plummet into her open mouth. Within a flash they were gone, dropped into her stomach to be turned into fuel for her rampage. As she savored the moment Laura felt a burning sensation spread throughout her, growing in intensity quickly. Her body began to expand again, pushing her up even higher towards the heavens. “Oh God” she muttered as the growth overtook her. After a few moments of this painful process Laura had more than doubled in height, she was now truly a titan compared to the rubble of the school beside her. A delighted giggle escaped her as she took in her new height. “Oh my… I’m like a fucking God!” she bellowed out cheerfully, “This town doesn’t stand a chance… this country doesn’t stand a chance! You’re all like fucking ants!” She shouted at the citizens near the school who began to flee as Laura paused to take in this power. Laura smiled as she began to walk to her next victims with Stacey still imprisoned in her sneaker.

“Where is that girl?” Tracy questioned glancing down at the time on her phone. “She was supposed to be home over an hour ago!”

“I’m sure she’s fine hun” Marcus chuckled, sitting his mug down on the table before walking over to his wife and hugging her from behind, “Laura knows how to take care of herself ya know? You worry too much”

“Well this is the third time this week, AND she didn’t clean her room up like I told her! I just went in there to get her laundry and the place is a mess, its going to take me all week to wash all the dirty clothes I found” Tracy scoffed. “She is so grounded when she gets here…”

Marcus didn’t respond, he’d let his wife fight that battle with Laura if she wanted to, he’d rather just stay out of it these days. Laura was a good kid deep down he knew, just a little…self-centered sometimes. She and Tracy had been butting heads more and more the older she got though Staying out late, skipping school, never cleaning up…it was always something it seemed. For now, he closed his eyes tried to enjoy the peace though, holding his wife tight in his arms. Whenever Laura got home, he knew the peace would be over for today.

A few moments later Marcus’s peace was interrupted as the mug he had sat down moments before began to rattle. His eyes flicked over to the disturbance; the mug bounced ever so slightly every other second as he watched. Before he could process what was happening the rest of the house began to shake along with the mug, a steady beat of tremors growing in intensity could be felt on the floor. There had never been an earthquake before here, at least not in the 43 years he had lived here.

*Crash*

The TV came flying off the wall as the biggest tremor yet hit the house, it felt as though it had shaken it off its foundation. “Get down!” He commanded as he pushed his wife to the floor, doing his best to cover her head from any other falling debris. The tremors continued to grow.

THUD

THUD

THUD

A massive boom sounded directly outside the window as the final tremor hit, and then, quiet. Marcus waited a few moments, making sure that the event was truly over before lifting his head up. He let out a sigh of relief, it must be over.

“What was that?!” His wife asked in a panic

“I’m not sure,” He began to stand up now, and looked out the window to see if the neighbors’ houses were ok. Instead of the normal view of the neighborhood though, Marcus was greeted by a new sight. He looked on dumbstruck as he tried to assess what his eyes were seeing. A massive…Sneaker? A filthy shoe the size of a house sat outside his window, leading up to a monolithic tan pillar that ascended up higher than his eyes could see from where he was standing.

“What is it?!” His wife asked, more worried than before after seeing her husbands puzzled face

“Ummmmm…” Marcus failed to answer as his wife stood up to see for herself. Her face gained the same blank expression as her husbands as she took in the puzzling sight

GROAN

The two jumped as the roof cried out in an awful moan. The sound of wood snapping and drywall crumbling filled the air as the entire roof snapped off the top of the house before being tossed aside by whatever monster attacked their house. Marcus looked up and squinted his eyes as he cowered beside his face, the silhouette of a monolithic figure now loomed above them, its wide eyes gazing down at them. As his eyes adjusted, he began to make out the creature more clearly.

“…L-Laura…?” he asked in disbelief. There was no doubt in his mind that the giant face that now filled the sky was none other than his own daughter’s, but it made no sense. How? Why? What had transformed his little girl into the imposing figure that just ripped the roof of the house with ease.

“Sup mom and dad?” Laura asked cheerfully, grinning with glee as she watched her parents cower before her. This was going to be fun.

“Laura what’s happening?!” Tracy yelled at her daughter in a panicked voice. This was all too much for her to take in.

“Well one of the teachers at school helped me out and I’ve finally been given the power I’ve always deserved is the short version of it” she said happily, flexing one of her enormous biceps to emphasize the power that she had gained earlier that morning. The mountain of muscle hardened and showed off its strength to the terrified pair of parents below. “I just finished…playing at school,” she grinned, thinking of the destruction she had just brought down on her former school, which now stood as nothing but a mess of rubble and squished students. “And thought I should come home, figured you might be worried ya know? Plus I need to explain how things are going to work from now on so…”

“W-what are you talking about Laura? We need to reverse this now!!” her mother yelled up

“Reverse it? Why in the hell would I ever give this up? This is what I’ve always wanted! Ya know you always have been way to controlling mom, I think you need a little discipline, might fix that attitude problem!” Laura said with glee, mimicking the same speech her mother had always given her before dolling out punishments in the past. This time however, Laura would be the one doing the punishing.

Marcus didn’t even try to stop his daughter from picking her mother up in between her massive fingers. He was still in shock from this unbelievable turn of events, his little girl now looming over him like some type of God. A wrathful angry kind of God as well he was beginning to realize. He could only watch on in horror as his wife was drug away screaming by the monstrous fingers which sealed her fate.

Laura sat down, letting her firm ass slam into the road in front of the house and creating two distinct craters under each gigantic cheek. Her legs stretched out, allowing her muscles to relax after all the fun she had had earlier at school. Her sneakers smashed through two of the houses behind her own, the Johnson’s and the Peeler’s homes if she remembered correctly. She shrugged, maybe she had just squished two families under her shoes accidentally, maybe she hadn’t, it didn’t really matter at the moment. She turned her attention back to her mother after settling into her new seat, the tiny woman thrashed against her fingers, but it was no hope. Finally, she placed Tracy in between her mountainous thighs and rested one finger on her to pin her down, it was perfect for what she had planned.

HOOOCCCCKKK

Tracy’s fight against her daughter’s finger paused as the disgusting noise filled the entire neighborhood. Tracy shifted her attention away from the finger that was crushing the air out of her and gazed up at the massive face that filled her sky. Her daughter was clearing her throat, and Tracy knew what was to follow. She had constantly berated Laura for spitting, it was simply unladylike, but her lessons on manners clearly hadn’t worked, as the teenager had continued to spit wherever she pleased. Her heart began to pound faster and faster as her body flooded with adrenaline while she watched the massive lips above her begin to part, and slowly a thick glob of spit began to fall from them. The giant sphere of spit was enough to fill a pool, and it was now headed right for Tracy’s head. She began her futile escape attempt again, trying desperately to pry her way out from under her daughter’s grasp, despite the obvious futility. The spit continued to work its way down to her, suspended on a viscous string of saliva that stretched thinner and thinner as it approached its victim. Laura’s eyes lit up with anticipation, it would only be a few more seconds.

PLOP

The connecting string finally reached its limits and snapped in half, allowing the loogie to drop like a bomb on Laura’s unfortunate mother. The bombardment of water hit her like a nuke, slamming into her and forcing what little air she managed to suck into her lungs out immediately. Tracy felt as if she had been plunged into the bottom of the ocean, an ocean of her own daughter’s nasty spit unfortunately. She instinctively gasped for air, sucking down a mouthful of the bitter tasting saliva that surrounded her now. She coughed and sputtered as she tried to get it back out of her mouth, but the taste had burned itself into her tastebuds at this point. The sticky pool of spit slowly began to spread out along the road, creeping its way over to the neighboring houses. This allowed Tracy’s to finally break the surface and gulp down fresh air. She was completely soaked in the viscous liquid; her hair was a wet mess that she tried to clear out of her eyes so she could see again. She thanked God as she took in another breath, she was sure she was going to die just a few moments ago, doomed to a fate of drowning in her bratty daughter’s spit.

Above, Laura couldn’t help but laugh at what she was watching the tiny ant squirm and writhe in the puddle of her spit. “Having fun down there?” She giggled, bearing a toothy grin at her mother, “Hope you learned your lesson on whose really in charge now!” With that she took one of her fingers and pushed Tracy out of the sticky puddle she was still swimming in, depositing her on the front lawn to recover. Tracy sputtered out the spit that was still inside of her, and continued to gasp for air, shaken by the horrific ordeal she had just been put through. Laura could now turn her attention to her dad, who was still frozen in shock as he watched his daughter’s vulgar display of force. “Guess we should teach you a lesson too huh, just to make sure you understand!” Laura’s hands reached down under the end of her shirt and began to pull it off her towering body, as the cloth came up more and more of her sculpted body was revealed. Each abdominal muscle rippled and flexed with power, forming a tan landscape of perfectly chiseled contours that were reminiscent of one of the great Roman statues etched out of the finest marble. The tanned skin that stretched over the powerful muscles was perfect, taught, and unyielding. Her form glistened as the light from the day’s blazing sun shone down upon it. The sight of the colossus’s intimidating body was as mesmerizing as it was beautiful. Marcus still couldn’t believe that what he had seen today was real. His little girl, who he had held in his arms and raised over the past eighteen years, had become some brutish titan, rampaging and destroying anything she saw fit. It simply couldn’t be real.

Marcus was ripped away from this thought as his daughter reached for him before he could even attempt to run or hide from her and scooped him up in her fist. He let out a grunt as his daughter’s fist clenched around him, crushing out any air that existed in his tiny lungs and threatening to pop him like a grape if anymore pressure was applied. “Please…don’t….” He attempted to croak out, though it was hardly audible to him, and certainly inaudible to Laura. He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for mercy from, but after watching his wife’s “lesson”, he knew whatever Laura had planned couldn’t be good for him. His fears were confirmed almost immediately as he was brought to the massive wall of muscle he had just been admiring, and held inches away from the imposing abs. Then, without warning, Laura shoved her tiny dad face first into the sweaty muscles and began to grind him against the hard flesh.

“See how powerful I am? Feel the strength behind all that muscle dad?” Laura questioned as she continued to rub her father all over her sweaty torso. “That’s why I’m in charge now, the rest of you twerps could only dream of being as strong as me before I grew to this size, and now? None of you stand a chance!” She laughed as she explained her justification for her actions. Marcus could hardly even make out what she was saying as he struggled to stay conscious, it felt like his face was going to melt off as she rubbed him back down her abdomen, allowing him more time to get to know her body. Some of the salty sweat off her skin had made its way into his mouth and set his taste buds ablaze. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love ya still,” She brought her father up to her face and dangled him before her eyes. He hung there limply, to hurt to struggle or squirm even. His face rubbed red and raw from its time grinding against her abs. “I just need you guys to understand I make the rules now and accept that. OK?” She smiled as if she was simply explaining an easily understood fact, and not practically enslaving her own parents.

Satisfied with her lesson, Laura dropped him on the grass beside Tracy and gave the two a few more seconds to recover while she put her shirt back on. Normally she wouldn’t be so nice to her victims, but these bugs were still her parents after all.

“Now, do you two understand your place?” Laura asked firmly

“Yes! Yes we understand!” Both Tracy and Marcus yelled out over each other with panicked voices, desperate to make their submission known the deity like being before them.

“Great! Why don’t you two crawl over here and kiss my shoe, just to prove it” She smiled as she looked down expectantly at her victims.

With little hesitation Tracy and Marcus both began to crawl quickly over to the massive sneaker that rested in front of them. Their lips were soon pressed against the filthy shoe, the same shoe which unbeknownst to them imprisoned Stacey within its putrid interior still. They kissed again and again, causing humiliation to wash over Marcus as he tried to grapple with his new position in life, but he understood any type of resistance was useless at this point, all he could do was pray the government would stop Laura somehow.

Satisfied with their submission Laura picked them both up and sat them back in the family home, which now lacked a roof thanks to her. “You two stay here, I’m going to have some fun real quick!” She flashed them a toothy smile. Marcus’s heart sank as he imagined what she might be about to do to others, but he also felt relieved that he was being spared from whatever was to come.

Laura now turned her attention to her neighbors, many of whom had already fled while she toyed with her parents, though others had attempted to hide in their homes. She recognized many of the homes having grown up here all her life and knew most of the families that lived in them at least somewhat. Some she had even been close with like the Campbells for instance, whose home now sat in the shadow of her towering form. None of that mattered now though she thought, she was a god, and these were just toys for her to play with.

CRUNCH

The Campbell’s home turned to dust underneath the tread of her sneaker as she brought it down onto the insignificant structure. A family home full of memories and love reduced to rubble and splintered wood underneath her in an instant. A feeling of ecstasy rushed through her as she took this in, she still hadn’t gotten used to the power she had now. It was everything she ever wanted, everything she felt she deserved.

Laura’s sneakers began to turn the rest of the neighborhood into rubble as she stomped around the community. Her hands, ass, and most other parts of her body also got a fair share of the action and contributed to the terrible destruction she brought about. Marcus and Tracy could only watch and listen to the horrific noises as their daughter “played with the neighbors”. Screams from voices they recognized filled the air as Laura captured a fleeing young couple, the Thompsons. Despite his better judgement Marcus glanced out the window as their cries rang out, and he saw the young man and woman both struggling in his daughter’s fist as she held them in front of her. They had only recently moved to the area, Marcus had just been talking to the young man the other day, and now he was about to be killed by his daughter. He closed his eyes and looked away, as Laura raised them over her open mouth. A few moments later the screaming stopped.

Laura let out a satisfied sigh as she felt the tiny couple slide down her throat. They made for a nice snack, and at least they had served that purpose for her. It was a more useful end than many of the other neighbors had received, many of whom were currently nothing more than red smears on the soles of her sneakers. She turned her eyes to one of the few remaining houses, the Jeffersons. She had never cared for them, not that they had ever done anything in particular to her, she just didn’t like them. They’d make for a nice last victim she decided, before scooting over to the house and lowering her head to peep through the windows. She scanned the home for a moment, no sign of them inside but their cars were still in the driveway, so she doubted they had fled. “Come out now and I’ll make it fast, not nice to keep your neighbor waiting!” she said happily as she looked for any possible hiding spots inside the ruined home. No signs of movement were to be seen though, apparently, they didn’t want to take her up on the offer of a fast death. “Fine! Have it your way” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

RIIIIIIPPP

Laura began to tear pieces of the roof off bit by bit, slowly revealing more and more of the house, and narrowing down where they could be hiding. First the living room, then the kitchen, then the bathroom, all empty. Finally, she tore into the master bedroom, and there her prize sat in the corner, a family of three, cowering. She reached down and snatched up each member as they began to scream and beg for mercy, which is exactly what she wanted.

“Ya know, when a god offers you a quick death maybe you should take them up on it, Idiots!” She taunted as she squeezed the family in her fist. Her other hand came over and plucked the son up by his head, taking him away from the group. He was a little older than Laura, but she remembered him from when he had attended her high school.  She began to squeeze, slowly adding more pressure onto his tiny head. As the pressure increased so did his panicked struggles, his feet swinging violently beneath him until…

POP

“Ewwww!” Laura chuckled as her little game ended. “Like a fucking grape!” She didn’t even notice the terrified screams of the young man’s parents, too engrossed in her fun to care. She turned her attention back to the wailing parents and began to think of a fun way to get rid of them. She reached over and plucked the mother out of her other hand, before dropping her back into the ruins of the family home and standing up. The little woman fell to her knees as she cried, having already given up hope of any escape from Laura. Laura lifted her shoe over the house, deciding to finish it and the woman off.

THUD

She twisted her foot against the remains of the house, making sure there was nothing recognizable left of the once beautiful home. Satisfied, she turned her attention to the father who she still held in her hands. “Honestly I’m getting kinda bored, you guys are making it too easy,” she rolled her eyes, “Think I’m just gonna send you away, not like you have anything left here” she motioned over to what remained of his home. Not waiting for a response, she tossed the man into the air, sending him flying straight up. She readied her fist as he came plummeting back down, screaming the entire way. Her muscles tensed as she timed the shot, and at the perfect moment she let the punch fly. Her knuckles slammed into the tiny man, transferring the massive amount of energy they held into his miniscule body, and sending him flying away from Laura. She let out a bellowing laugh as she watched him go flying off into the horizon, before he was no longer able to be seen. “They’ll probably find him miles from here…if there’s anything left to find!” She chuckled, and with that there was nothing left of the Jeffersons.

Within the span of 20 minutes, nothing remained of the neighborhood other than Laura’s own home. The only standing house stuck out prominently in the sea of rubble and destruction that surrounded it, and inside Marcus and Tracy clung onto each other, awaiting the return of their daughter, and praying she would show them the mercy she had withheld from the neighbors.

Laura reached back inside the house and picked her parents up, happy to see they hadn’t tried anything stupid like escaping. “Well, I think that’s about all the fun I’m going to have here! Time to take a little family trip to the city!” She gleamed, “which means you guys are coming too, only problem is these shorts don’t have pockets, and one of my shoes is already taken so…” She reached behind her and shimmied her shorts down, revealing a pair of massive panties which clung to her ass. “I was thinking you guys could stay in here! It’ll be warm and safe, won’t have to worry about accidentally crushing you or anything! Its perfect!”

Marcus’s heart sank as he heard his daughter’s twisted idea of where he would be spending time on their “family trip”. He wanted to fight, to struggle, to scream, but he knew that wouldn’t change her mind, she was already corrupted by the power she had gained. Instead, he silently accepted his fate.

Laura used her free hand to pull the elastic waistband back, revealing her plump ass cheeks. Positioning her parents over the opening she let them go, allowing them to plummet into the musty prison that was her panties. A loud pop rang out as she let the waistband go and sealed her parents in darkness.

Marcus felt like he was going to die as he tumbled down into the sweaty prison. It had to be at least 110 degrees in this hell hole, and the smell of his daughter’s sweaty ass had already begun to melt his brain. Tracy was nowhere to be seen, unbeknownst to him she had landed on the left cheek, and he on the right. It would be useless to try and find her in the inky darkness that surrounded them, he couldn’t even see his own hand. He laid his head against the plump skin in front of him and decided to preserve his strength for the time being.

Laura pulled her shorts back over her ass and was finally ready to leave. She looked north towards her next victim, the city. Greenville, was the closest big city to her home, and she had been plenty of times on various trips and outings, but this trip would certainly be the most fun. With more people, bigger buildings, and plenty of interesting things for her to smash. She began to walk towards it, her massive feet shaking the Earth as she left the smoldering rubble of her neighborhood. After a few steps though she felt a familiar feeling, the burning sensation began to swell deep in her core; she was growing again. Laura savored the feeling, knowing that it only meant she was becoming stronger. A feeling of pure bliss filled her body as she began to reach new heights, sprouting up even taller than she had ever dreamed. “Fuck yes! I’m growing again,” she shouted “It’s so over for you little ants”. Something was off about this growth spurt though, it went on for longer than the previous ones, and she had even begun to…glow? At first Laura wasn’t sure she was seeing things correctly, but it was undeniable, her skin had begun to produce a white light during the process, presumably a side effect of the serum. As she continued to grow, she took a hold of her shirt and tore it in two, throwing the ruined garment to the side. As she did so she let out a powerful yell, a primal scream as she took in her new power. The tremendous sound would have deafened any tiny who was unlucky enough to be too close, and even in the far away city it could be heard. Now she stood even bigger than before, clad in nothing but a sports bra, and showing off the wall of muscle on her torso. She began her march on the city again.

Inside the city, police chief Bradley slammed his phone into his desk. He had just finished calling for a state of emergency, and every available police officer to report to the station. Police cars, rifles, and men were all being prepped for what was coming, even SWAT was put on alert. He looked back up at the TV, a news helicopter had reached the abomination that was making its way to the city and had just shown the giant grow even bigger. It was already over he knew. Their death was coming, and she would be here any minute now.