In this chapter: More
storylines are concluded. Characters
from the past are reunited. Micros are
shuffled around, and an intriguing question is presented.
Grove View Apartments - Miranda
“Good work again, little ones! I didn’t think it would, but, like, this new
color looks great on me. Haha, new school year, new me!” Miranda
happily giggled as she twirled and fluttered her freshly painted dark purple fingernails
around in front of her face and over the buildings and suburbs of Ashton City. Miranda blew on her nails a bit to hasten the
drying process as the smell of pungent nail polish blanketed the city’s streets
and neighborhoods as her micros rushed inside their homes or the nearest
buildings to avoid the noxious fumes enveloping their surroundings, “we can do
my toes later when I get home from the gym, okay? Miranda said with a wide, perfect smile.
Miranda stood up, sliding her feet into a pair
of white sneakers, and adjusting her shorts around her upper thighs. Miranda packing up her bag full of school
supplies and books, slinging it over her shoulder as she brushed her hair with
her free hand over her upper back, Miranda turning back towards her city with a
stringent look on her face. “Oh, and I
thought of a new rule before I went to sleep last night… we can start doing it
tomorrow, but basically I want everyone to, like-” Miranda spoke as she heard the
footsteps of a roommate walking down the hallway outside of her door. “It’ll have to wait… have a good day” Miranda
softly spoke as she blew a small kiss and turned away from her people, securely
locking her bedroom door behind her and driving herself to campus.
Finishing her classes and driving
to work, changing into her uniform in the bathroom, having a part time job as a
desk receptionist at a small neighborhood medical clinic by the university
while she finished her nursing qualifications.
Miranda having spent so long in school so that she could stay with her
people that she blew away her original goal of becoming a nursing assistant
into being on the verge of achieving an advanced practice registered nurse
qualification with a specialized master’s degree. Miranda questioning her own intelligence
several times throughout the entire program as she struggled and stressed through
tough subjects but studied and studied until she was confident in herself and
her capabilities with each passing grade.
She tried her best to avoid
and ignore the passing of a few iterations of roommates moving in and out of
her apartment much to the suspicions of the women she had lived with for a year
at a time, sometimes they were polite and friendly, sometimes there were fights
and arguments, other times her roommates would attempt to sneak into her room
while she was at the gym or at work to find out what Miranda was hiding behind
her always locked door, but nothing less of kicking down her door would have
achieved discovering the tiny city that Miranda owned as roommates came and
went throughout the years, Miranda the watchful guardian of her people.
Despite the sometimes tense
and awkward situations with the rotations of new roommates every summer, Miranda
remained in the apartment. Miranda 23 nearing
24 years old as the girls that lived with her became younger compared to
Miranda each time, making it easier for her to ignore them and their differences
so that she could focus on herself and her city, not wanting to deal with 18-
and 19-year-old girls like she had dealt with in the past much to her
aggravations with certain former girls.
Accomplishing her desires of keeping Ashton
City safe from any outside threats, her city all to herself for years under her
tight control for her to enjoy and watch over however she wanted. She provided for them, let them grow, let
them rebuild, but Miranda wasn’t afraid to enact divine intervention when she
felt that it was appropriate, smiting her people or crushing things she didn’t
like with a quick poke of her finger or a small blow of air from her full, pink
lips.
Not being able to avoid the
inevitable any longer though, Miranda was set to graduate from the university,
and after years of living in Grove View tending to her city and her city devoting
themselves to her needs, it was quickly coming to an end. With no options for further education at the
university, Miranda would be forced to accept her degree, rendering her
ineligible for further student living at the apartments that housed her people.
Miranda attempting to plan
something to save them, not wanting to just abandon her city or leave them
behind to some random young woman who would take her spot in the apartment and
play god over her people, Miranda began interviewing for jobs, accepting a
tentative position at a local hospital upon completion of her degree and test
results. Miranda falling in love with
the hospital the second she walked through its doors as she couldn’t stop
smiling during the entire interview and as she was leaving the facility, knowing
she would be able to live her dream of always wanting to help people in need,
or rather, people of the same size.
Miranda rented a much nicer separate,
one bedroom apartment all to herself near the hospital, but without much money
to pay two rents, she placed the payments on credit cards until she could
afford them. Miranda thought about
failing her exams on purpose, perpetually keeping her student status, but it
was an afterthought, she was ready to move on with her life and work at the
amazing hospital that she couldn’t stop thinking about day and night, realizing
how tired she was of being cramped in small room surrounded by loud brats who
wanted to party and intrude on her business just for the sake of her city. Wanting to make her own large paychecks as a
specialized nurse, affording bigger and better furnishings, providing a better
environment for her people, it was all starting to make sense, until Miranda
started to slowly transport her people from Grove View to her new place.
There were many accidents as
Miranda tried taking a few thousand people at a time over to her new
apartment. Thinking she could scoop
sections of the city into a bag or an empty food container, buildings crumbling
under her hands and between her fingers as she tried so carefully to pick them
up as hundreds of people died at a time against her body, her people begging
and pleading for her to stop, but they know they had no voice against the young
woman who ruled over them for years.
The most important thing was
getting her people out though, keeping them somewhat safe in the many back and
forth car rides over to the new apartment, deciding to settle them atop her
coffee table, housing them in a tipped over makeup box, allowing the micros to
walk in and out until she figured out how to get the rest of the city to her
new place, but the majority of her people remained at Grove View as Miranda sat
at her desk, staring at her city in bewilderment.
“Natalie, I need a better idea
to get everything out of here, nothing I’m doing is working” Miranda texted.
“Of course, goddess” Natalie
quickly responded.
“How long will that take?” Miranda
replied.
“To move an entire city,
goddess?” Natalie promptly questioned.
“Yah, what else would I mean?”
Miranda rudely responded.
“I’ll try my best to let you
know shortly, goddess” Natalie responded as Miranda frustratingly hmphed,
hovering her face over the city, and staring at the sections of the city that she
had failed at transporting, smoking debris littered around below her face as
her people worked night and day to put out the flames and clean out the
deceased bodies buried under the immense piles of rubble and dust.
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Ashton City – Natalie
The city had survived on and
prospered well enough over the prior few years.
Reconstruction was successful in the many areas that were destroyed by
the original giantesses, saved populations from other cities were fully
integrated, neighborhoods were rebuilt, new skyscrapers were even approved for
construction by Miranda. People lived
their lives relatively normally and as happily as they could despite
occasionally watching Miranda smite someone, they went to their jobs, their
careers, some keeping the power on, they dined at restaurants and bars as nicer
and more useful supplies were provided to the people by the goddess almost
every day.
Monuments were built all over
the city for remembrance of certain events, like the coffee wastelands where
Miranda burned and drowned people to death by accident, or the neighborhoods
crushed by Anastazja, the biggest monument going to Jessica Day as people held
vigils there often to remember those who were mercilessly destroyed by an evil
woman they hadn’t seen in nearly four years, but the traumatic memories of her
massive face and body lingered fresh in their minds as they watched neighbors,
families, and friends become bloody splotches on her perfect brown skin.
Natalie watched from behind
the monitors as the cameras showed Miranda unknowingly destroying the monument
to Jessica Day as she tried to scoop people and buildings into a massive
container, Natalie not even reacting anymore to the deaths she was witnessing as
her mind was seemingly gone, living her life on autopilot; images of Miranda’s
hands flattening people as they ran and begged for mercy went right over
Natalie’s head as the monument and everything it symbolized crumbled to powder.
She simply waited day and
night to receive commands from her goddess even if they didn’t come, her eyes
hollow and empty, her body frail as she only ate just enough food to survive,
her skin pale from lack of light being in the bunker almost constantly, a diverse
team of workers and engineers surrounding her in the bunker running cameras and
other operations to make things easier for Natalie so that she could perform
her task of solely communicating with Miranda, each one of them loyal to their
goddess.
Natalie had watched Miranda
smite and use her own people as toys for years without reacting, just simply
surviving in a husk of her body as the camera showed Miranda crushing people,
shoving them into her sex, eating people, sitting on them; Miranda’s ideas for
capital punishment for rule breaking evolved as she got older and more annoyed
with her people in general.
Miranda despised the micros
who had broken her rules, taking it personally as they were her beloved creations,
almost bothered by having to deal punishment to her people, instead, wanting
them to just obey her without question, but there were always those who didn’t
listen, Miranda in response, coming up with horrible ways to smite them
thinking that it would discourage other people from breaking her commandments,
but still, there was an unfortunate number of people who misbehaved, and
Miranda continued her punishments without remorse for the delinquents who
defied her ultimate authority no matter how many needed to die.
The goddess’ most notorious
punishment became rather infamous to the people of the city, some, despite
seeing the cruel displays of wrath from their goddess still thought there was
no way they would get caught wandering outside city walls, or disobeying one of
the goddess’ specific commandments, yet it happened, they were completely
unaware to their mayor Natalie’s other primary job, which was a constant
monitoring of the camera feeds across the city and sending out her teams to
round up those who dared to break Miranda’s trust and present them to the
goddess for retribution.
The infamous punishment only
coming to fruition when Miranda was in specific and motivated mood, rather than
just quickly smiting her people like she had over the years with other methods,
Miranda would allow the punished micros to join her on her trips to the student
gym while she exercised. The punished
dying in an overbearingly hot, humid, dark, pool of sweat in Miranda’s
leggings, crammed into impossibly tight spaces against her skin or gym attire
as they were horrifically and agonizingly crushed as she performed different
exercises that were worse than others for the micros.
The micros stuck in her
athletic clothes were always so apologetic, begging for forgiveness, swearing
they would never dare to defy her again, but Miranda couldn’t even hear the
squeaks of their voices as she lunged down for a squat or peddled atop an
exercise bike. The micros so firmly
pressed against the thick fabric of her leggings that they were unable to see
in the darkness encompassing them, it was hot as Miranda’s bare skin radiated
heat onto them like a sweltering steam, the intense quakes from Miranda’s heavy
movements causing the micros to puke all over themselves along with the
humidity and constant turbulent bouncing as micros slowly popped into red
bursts. Eventually, her skin became so
hot that it would start to secrete sweat from her pores until the survivors
were fully engulfed, the surface tension of the water keeping them submerged
within the harsh, salty liquid, trapped inside her sweat droplet as she
squatted down, tossing their bodies around as they slowly drowned or burst
against her.
Most of the city’s people were
loyal to Miranda over the years though, knowing that if they just did what she
said they would be fine and free of punishment, which was true for the most
part, sure there was some accidents here and there, but that was just their
life under Miranda, as a result, existence was treated more casually than meaningful
as Miranda could choose who died whenever she felt like it, giving the micros a
bit of a jaded approach to their lives, but Miranda treated her loyal people
well enough despite some peculiar and difficult rules that seemed almost
childish at times, but her care for her people seemed to dwindle the closer she
got to graduating and closer she got to her dream job at the hospital.
Natalie knew they were moving sooner
rather than later, tasked with coming up with a plan to literally move an
entire city safely to a new, strange place far away than what they had become
accustomed to in Miranda’s bedroom, the constant threat of a random young woman
discovering their city, but Miranda kept them safe through all that time,
finding some relief that they would be going to a place where it would just be
them and Miranda, a place where they could serve her without the fear of anyone
else ruining it.
Natalie wasn’t as capable of
thinking freely as much as she once had been as her mind was damaged over the
years, nonetheless, started to come up with crude and illogical plans on moving
people and buildings freely. At first it
worked, Miranda would rip buildings out of their foundations, killing some, but
keeping the majority of the building intact, placing them in foam and protective
wrap purposed for extremely fragile objects, but nonetheless somewhat
successfully. Slowly, but surely the
major buildings and denser parts of the city were being moved along with
people, but something terrible was becoming obvious to the population.
The smaller sections of the
city, the neighborhoods, the towns, the parks, everything too small for Miranda
to really be gripped between Miranda’s fingers or guided into a safe container were
becoming stranded, and Miranda knew it, Natalie knew it, everyone knew it, some
people were going to be left behind much to their dismay, unsure of what was to
become of them. “I CAN’T TAKE YOU ALL… I… I’M SO SORRY…” her
booming words echoed over the damaged city missing half of what it used to be,
some sections of the city still smoldering with the ashes of her failed
attempts at saving them.
Miranda becoming less attached
to the city and her people by the day, but still selfish enough that she would
rather kill them herself than leave them behind to some random young girl that
would take over her bedroom. Not being
able to think of any other feasible way to have all her people survive in such
a small section of the city that made it to her other apartment. In her mind, it didn’t make sense to keep a
million people in a makeup kit while the rest lived in apartments and high-rise
buildings on her new living room table.
Natalie and the bunker ripped
away as the electronics and screens broke everywhere, the feeds on the cameras
cut as the massive quake shook everyone to the ground, Natalie flailing without
much emotion as the other people screamed around her at the erratic movement. The people inside bouncing unpredictably,
hitting their heads and bodies against the thick, concrete walls of the
military base as Miranda carried her mayor’s home into its own safety wrap, bringing
it to the new apartment and lazily scattering the bunker about the table by the
makeup kit and the former remnants of Ashton City, disorganized and half
destroyed.
The new room was much bigger,
way more space, the table beneath them stretched out farther than Miranda’s
desk ever had, some of their buildings on their sides instead of upright,
burning as well, but the flames were too small for Miranda to notice to do
anything about it as the micros lacked the tools and equipment to douse the
embers themselves.
The micros that had been moved
were stuck with a completely illogical and logistical nightmare of trying to
rebuild an entire city from the ground up with almost no supplies while missing
many of their people, but they were safe for the time being and alive as they
waited for their blue-eyed goddess to use her power and return things back to
normal.
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Grove View Apartments – Miranda
Miranda graduated, her family
in attendance to support her as she walked across the university stage dressed
in robes, sashes, and cords. Miranda hugging
her sister and brother, her mom, a few cousins, uncles and aunts, but wishing
her dad could have been alive to see her walk across the stage, but after the celebratory
dinner, her family went home across a few state lines back to Tennessee as Miranda
went home to Grove View, her roommates out partying downtown as she was left
alone, undressing from her graduation cap and gown into her comfortable bra and
tight leggings, her room packed up as the next day would be the last day she would
be allowed to live there.
Miranda sniffled a bit as she
looked at what remained of her city, most of it gone, everything that was left
just looked like a mix of brown and green with lines of streets and highways that
separated neighborhoods and suburbs scattered around, the big buildings
missing, most of the people moved to her new apartment, but some were still
down there. “I just… I can’t bring you
with me… unless you like, want to live in a box for the rest of your life, but
I think it’s better this way…yah?” Miranda whispered, curling her lips as she
pondered what she was about to do.
As if reliving a sick animal
from its terminal pain, Miranda began destroying and cleansing what remained of
Ashton City, confident that the survivors of the new city in her new apartment
would be just fine while she spent one last night finishing what she thought was
necessary.
Miranda poked at different
neighborhoods, rubbing and twisting her finger over them as she cried and
sniffled, dragging her finger over distinctive sections of the land to make it
as quick and merciful as possible as she carved out canyons deep enough to
reveal the wood of the desk that had been buried underneath for years. Miranda trying to distract herself with the
thoughts of how excited she was to be starting her new job at the hospital the
following week as she ruthlessly slaughtered thousands of her people stranded below
her chest.
Unaware that her people below
her angelic wrath were begging and pleading to be brought away with her as they
were squished and grinded into the dirt and streets, people crying and dropping
to their knees as Miranda’s dark purple fingernails pointed down towards them
before the shadow enveloped them, feeling no pain as their bodies were pressed
out underneath her into nothingness.
Neighborhood after neighborhood
being wiped away, district after district full of panicked and frightful people
ran over by her soft flesh, like a giant eraser, the people looking up to see a
titanic pillar of her tan skin or the glossy surface of a purple tidal wave
speeding towards them with godlike momentum, barely having time to react as she
obliterated micro after micro with minimal effort. Then it was suddenly over, only a few
thousand survivors spread out across the land and out of her knowledge as
Miranda felt satisfied that she had successfully and mercifully ended the lives
of those who were stranded.
Miranda fulfilling the move
out rules and requirements of cleaning her room before leaving, she went to the
kitchen and returning with a couple of paper towels and a simple spray bottle
cleaner, spraying the remains of the city with the harsh chemical solution as
the remaining survivors burned and itched at their reddening skin as they
screamed, rolling themselves on the ground to try and find relief as the
chemicals started to burn worse, but then they suddenly felt no pain. Miranda wiping and polishing away what
remained of the destroyed land and any spared survivors along with the sweeping
movements of her hand, balling up the muddy paper towels and tossing the wadded
tissues into her trash bin as she sniffled atop her bed for hours, sad about
what she had done as she tightly hugged her fluffy pillows for comfort.
Miranda couldn’t find reprieve
though, not wanting to linger and wallow around the bedroom that had become a
graveyard of her people. She quietly moved out her things during the
middle of the night to her car, keeping her bedroom door open and leaving her
bedroom key where Ashton City once stood atop the newly cleaned desk, not
wanting to wait for her roommates to see her as she disappeared in the dark and
out of their lives. Miranda not looking
back at Grove View as she drove away into the night towards her new home.
She stepped into her new
apartment, her eyes still reddened and sore as she observed the lack of progress
of the new city, knowing it would probably be a while until they were able to
communicate with her again, she simply smiled and watched them as hundreds of
thousands of micros moved around the damaged buildings attempting to rebuild
them. “This is home now…” Miranda
whispered as she leaned back into the couch, looking up at the ceiling and
daydreaming about what her first day at the hospital was going to be like.
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Miranda’s Heaven– Natalie
Miranda lovingly decided to
name her new city something different after having moved her people and erasing
what was left of Ashton City in the process, thus, the survivors of Ashton City
became the inhabitants of “Miranda’s Heaven” a city that Miranda had named
after herself and the actions that she took to save her people from the horrors
over the years and moving them to a new home, but something worse was happening
in Miranda’s Heaven without the goddess’ knowledge as she began focusing on her
career rather than her loyal people.
It had been a year since the
move to the new home and Miranda’s Heaven was still without power, no plumbing,
no infrastructure, no stability, as if Miranda never had the knowledge to
properly plan on designing a city from the ground up. There was still no way to communicate with
the goddess, unable to inform her of the small details happening in the city as
the communication arrays and terminals were without power and backup
generators, the military base and all its supplies being destroyed when Miranda
had scooped the bunker and Natalie away.
The people desperate for Miranda’s leadership and help.
Crude shanty neighborhoods and
territories were constructed and claimed by selfish groups, hoarding supplies,
other people starved to death when Miranda would work long shifts at the
hospital, Miranda becoming so busy that her basic responsibilities of taking
care of hundreds of thousands of micros was being forgotten as if forgetting to
feed a house pet while on vacation.
Miranda’s Heaven was a
disorganized mess as Miranda barely interacted with them as much, her life and
happiness becoming her career and her healthy lifestyle, occasionally Miranda would
smite her people to urge the progress of reconstruction and establishing communications
with her, thinking threats would motivate them, or using her people to paint
her nails or rub her clit, but it was without much acknowledgement or praise as
the people were slowly feeling abandoned and forgotten by her, left to fend for
themselves without her leadership and her once caring and intimate involvement
with their lives that they devoted to her in return.
Neighborhoods formed alliances
with other groups as anarchy took over, people killing each other for scraps of
food and water the few times Miranda remembered to drop off supplies for her
people. Natalie sat in the bunker all
alone as she felt attached to the concrete walls and darkness, as if still
waiting for a command from her goddess, assistants brought her food and water,
but she went through the motions and barely took care of herself, her mind
still gone if not more so than when Ashton City existed a year prior.
Tens of thousands of people
were dying over the course of months as they couldn’t achieve meeting their
basic needs the more the people took up arms against each other and fought for
food, water, and supplies, all hopes being lost day after day as the people
felt like their god had abandoned them to die.
But one day was different, a glimmer of hope of a return to normal for the
people of Miranda’s Heaven.
Miranda was preparing herself in an unusual
way, the city and the people having been used to seeing her walking around in her
nursing scrubs or gym clothes, quaking what was left of Miranda’s Heaven with
her footfalls, but this time, she was dressing herself in elegance as the
people watched her from miles away, a skin-revealing black dress, high heels,
perfect makeup, waving blonde hair, her figure stunning as her heels stomped by
them. A necklace, earrings, a new,
expensive purse slung around her shoulder as Miranda was collecting large
checks from the hospital and able to afford the things she wanted.
Miranda walked over to the
table as if ready to acknowledge her people in a way that she had used to, an
act that her people were desperate and starving for, but with no way of being
able to tell her. Miranda bending down,
her beautiful face looming above the people as her cleavage bulging out of her
dress became their horizon, the people coming to a standstill as they all
looked up towards their alluring goddess, hoping she would smile back down at
them and tell them it was all going to be okay, but she looked nervous and in a
hurry.
She opened her newest glittery
red shoebox that had contained the fancy high heels she was wearing beneath the
table. Miranda carefully scooping the
broken and unfixed city and all her people into the shoe box as thousands of
people died in an instant, hundreds of thousands of survivors struggling
against the soft foam that nestled the bottom in the dark box apart from a few
small air holes in the ceiling above them as Miranda snuggly closed the lid
over them.
Miranda placing the shoebox
with her micros under her bed as there was a loud ringing chime. Miranda’s heels slowly clacking against the
floor as a door was heard opening.
Natalie in the destroyed bunker, half breathing and injured from the
sudden traumatic quakes as people pulled her out of the rubble to safety,
unaware as to what or why this was happening.
“Wow, you look stunning!” a young man’s voice could be heard from the
distance.
“Aw, thank you!” Miranda
giggled uncontrollably as the door closed behind the pair.
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Miranda
Miranda knew she was in love
with the man she had met at the hospital, working together for months as she intimately
got to know his character, handsome, smart, caring, him and her career, and
keeping fit, becoming the primary focus of her life as she felt on top of the
world. Miranda’s people stuck in her expensive
shoebox only as an afterthought, not having heard or read a single word from
her people in over a year as they looked lost and unwilling to do what she said
anymore, the specks just wandering around the table aimlessly and without
direction from her point of view.
The city was barely repaired,
no progress was made in construction or expansion, people barely walking up to
her when she presented her nails for them to paint. Miranda had lost interest, not wanting to do
anything with them if she couldn’t see the results of her help like she could with
real patients at the hospital.
There were only so many micros
she could smite, sat bored at her table after a long day at work, dressed in
her scrubs, realizing that they weren’t going to make the progress she wanted
of them and return to normalcy, Miranda sad when she figured that she would probably
never hear from Natalie or anyone of her micros ever again, part of her not
wanting to get rid of them permanently though, like a sentimental token of
remembrance of her old life and the power she felt, holding on to them as they
lived in her fancy shoebox beneath her and within earshot of Miranda’s hot and
heavy sexual moans atop her bed.
Until one late, breezy night,
Miranda got a call from the last person she would have ever expected while she
lounged on her outside patio. “Hey, blondie…”
Jessica’s unforgettable voice sounded through Miranda’s phone speaker as her
heart dropped.
“J-Jessica…?” Miranda
nervously responded as she stood up, quicky shuffling herself inside and into
her bedroom.
“How are you, Miranda? It’s been a while” Jessica pleasantly asked.
“Uh… I’m okay, but like, why
call me?” Miranda asked.
“I just wanted to make sure
you were doing okay… um… listen, I’m getting the girls back together and wanted
to see if you were interested in coming too” Jessica said.
“The girls?” Miranda
questioned.
“Yah! Lacy, Ana, and me… I’m sure they would be
glad to see you” Jessica chirped.
“Uh… I don’t know, it’s been like
five years since I’ve seen them” Miranda said dismissively.
“I know, it’s been forever,
but I talked to them, and they seemed pretty excited about you coming along”
Jessica said.
“Really? They don’t still hate me?” Miranda innocently
asked.
“No way! I don’t think they ever really did… we were just dumb girls back then, c’mon,
it’ll be fun; dinner, beach, party at my house… I’ll even give you some clothes
I’ve been working on for free…” Jessica enticed.
“Oh, that’s right, you’re
like, a big design owner or something now, yah?” Miranda asked.
“You could say that!” Jessica
giggled as Miranda clicked her tongue, Miranda dangling her feet over the edge of
her bed by the red box occupied by her micros as they stared up through the air
holes at the bottom of her soles, Miranda rubbing the bottom of her chin a few
times as she was pondering the idea of a reunion with her former roommates.
“I’ll have to submit some time
off requests and stuff from work, but, sure… I guess I can be there” Miranda agreed.
“Do that! Three weeks from now, it’ll be perfect
weather here…” Jessica said.
Miranda smiling as she felt an
excitement flushing throughout her body, wanting to impress the girls with all
of the progress she had made in her adult life as she looked down at the
shoebox under her bed between her feet, her giddiness turning into that of sadness
as she had been luckily reminding herself to feed them every once in a while, and
keep them alive as she walked to her kitchen to grab a few things for the
micros.
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Los Angeles, California - Jessica
“Well, it’s all about
managing people properly… knowing what and who is disposable versus what
isn’t…fashion is a ruthless world and that’s the mentality I have to champion in
order to be successful and support my employees and subsidiaries more than adequately
while making sure customers are happy with my products” Jessica eloquently spoke,
sat in a director’s chair as she was being interviewed by a film crew and
fashion journalist.
“And you had experience
managing people before you took over your mother’s position?” the older woman curiously
asked as Jessica chuckled and smirked.
“Oh, yeah, you could say that
I had plenty of experience with managing people” Jessica nodded and slyly smirking
over towards Lacy in the corner of the clothing warehouse who was trying not to
laugh herself and ruin the interview.
“Well, to sum it all up, we’re
just glad that you’re launching an entire line of women’s athletic-leisure wear,
I tried on the leggings earlier and they’re amazing, the most comfortable pair
I’ve ever had in my life” the woman said as Jessica smiled and nodded a thank
you. Jessica was dressed professionally,
shaking a few hands, and taking some pictures with people once the interview
was concluded.
“Are you done being Ms.
Popular?” Lacy joked as the two walked out of the warehouse and outside,
Jessica’s heels clacking across the streets and sidewalk towards her car. The two driving back to Jessica’s house as Jessica
dressed herself into more casual clothes, Jessica wanting to be more inconspicuous
as to avoid any unwanted attention out in public if she were to be recognized
by annoying people.
She hung her suit jacket up in
her mother’s old closet that now belonged to her, kicking off her business
pumps and placing them in between a pair of strappy pink platform pumps and a
pair of familiar red stiletto heels she had bought many years prior to crush the
micros in her old bedroom, the aged bloodstains still dried against the
expensive soles as Jessica turned and flicked off the lights on her way
out.
The two jumped back into Jessica’s
car, playing loud music all the way to the airport, the girls smiling wide as
the sleek, luxury car pulled up to the tall, lost-looking Ana who wasn’t
expecting such a pricey car to park in front of her. The girls jumping out and cheering as they
all hugged onto Ana who was both happy and shocked to see her former friends
nuzzling against her chest and shoulders at their respective shorter heights.
The girls catching up with Ana
over lunch as they had planned on going to the beach later in the day. Stopping by Jessica’s house so Ana could
settle her things into one of the many guest rooms and take a long nap after a
long flight. Ana waking up a bit later
as Jessica gave Ana a tour of the mansion while Lacy smoked weed up and down
the elegant hallways behind them. The
trio of girls having a good time as the sun was starting to pass its midday peak,
the girls grabbed their swimwear and beach necessities before heading out the
door. “And you, eh… work for Jessica?”
Ana asking Lacy.
“Yeah, I basically photograph Jessica’s
new clothes on models and stuff or do photoshoots wherever she sends me and
then… she pays me” Lacy said with a shrug of her shoulders.
“And you like this?” Ana asked
Jessica.
“Of course! She’s done a good job actually; I only caught
her smoking on the job twice” Jessica joked.
“Where is your girl, Lacy?”
Ana curiously asked.
“Jessica sent Ki to Japan to be
a fashion consultant or something for a few weeks, I don’t know, she won’t tell
me” Lacy said.
“That’s ‘cause it’s a
secret! And… how great is it that she
speaks Japanese?” Jessica cheered over the music playing in the car as she
drove down busy streets.
“That’s because her parents
are from Japan and taught her…” Lacy emphasized.
“That’s weird, I thought she
was from New Zealand this whole time” Jessica said as she sarcastically laughed,
“girl, I’m kidding…” Jessica said as she saw the awkward stare coming from her
best friend.
“Is Miranda coming?” Ana
asked.
“Yah, she said she would meet
us at the beach after she lands” Jessica said.
“What about her stuff?” Lacy
asked.
“Oh, I have a driver waiting
for her, he’ll drop her off and take her stuff back” Jessica said.
“Oh… oh wow… I can see the
city!” Ana shouted in excitement as she pressed her hands against the glass and
looked out of the window of the backseat, watching Los Angeles’ skyline in the
distance slowly slide across her gaze.
“I missed your accent so much,
Ana” Lacy giggled.
“It has been, what, ehh… five
years, yes?” Ana questioned.
“Yeah… a little more than
that, creepy how fast it goes by, huh?” Lacy said as the trio drove up the
California coast.
***
***
***
Malibu Beach, Malibu, California – Five Years After The
Incident at Grove View Apartments
“Is that
her?” Ana asked, the three girls under a few beach umbrellas as Jessica had her
body out in the sun for some tan time.
“Huh?”
Jessica questioned, shielding her eyes with the back of her hand from the sun
as she looked over and down the length of beach strand.
“The one
walking this way” Ana said, pointing at the woman walking towards them.
“The
blonde one…” Lacy said from under the umbrella shade, not wanting her sensitive
pale skin to bake and sunburn.
“Everyone
in California is blonde” Jessica quipped.
“Shhh!” Ana
hushed as she leaned her body up from her relaxed outstretched position atop
her towel.
“Yeah,
that’s her, dude” Lacy said.
“Wow, I
thought she would have gotten fat by now for sure” Jessica giggled.
“Nope,
just still dumb, perfect cheerleader body Miranda” Lacy crudely joked. The girls smiling and hollering the second
Miranda got close, as if they had been friends all along, the amount of time
all being separated was an afterthought as Miranda exchanged hugs with everyone
after setting her bags down in the sand next to the towels and into the shade
under the umbrellas as Lacy handed Miranda a can of fruity alcohol from the
cooler next to her.
The
girls reminisced about their lives, catching everyone up on their jobs, their
achievements, their interests, their love lives, their future plans, and goals. The girls were excited and supportive of
everyone’s changes since moving out of Grove View, but as the drinks continued
to flow, they started talking about their days from the apartment, going
through the events and laughing about it, genuinely having a good time as if
they had all matured and were seemingly passed long forgotten grudges and
grievances.
“Ugh… only
because Ana used her fucking monster sized feet to squish my army after I won
by the way” Jessica emphasized, flicking her hand up in the air
dramatically.
“Haha! I know!
That was such a crazy, like, stupid idea” Miranda jeered in laughter,
the girls sharing a few more canned drinks from out of a cold cooler as Lacy
smoked rip after rip of weed from her custom glass pipe she was able to afford
from Jessica’s more than generous paychecks.
“Eh… it
was very funny” Ana said with a chuckle.
“You
always made the tinies look so fucking extra small, Ana, you have no idea”
Jessica said as she flipped over to her back and scooted into her towel in the
shade, popping open a bottle of tanning oil and rubbing her skin down until it
shined.
“Or what
about when Jessica’s mom came over and cleaned up that country on the floor
underneath our crappy table in the living room?” Lacy said with a grin.
“I
remember Miranda being so upset, ugh… can you imagine if we had tried to
take care of them, too?” Jessica questioned.
“It
would be a little nightmare” Ana said with a chuckle.
“We
could have fed them easily. A little
crumb of our food was like the size of a whole mountain to them…” Miranda
pondered.
“Sure,
but you would have dropped that crumb right onto a city and killed ‘em all, Ms.
Walking Accident” Jessica laughed as Miranda shook her head and smiled, knowing
that Jessica was probably right as she took another swig for her canned drink.
“I was
so uptight back then, y’all, I’m sorry…” Miranda admitted as she curled her
lips.
“It’s
okay, we all sucked when we were younger, I know I did” Lacy apologetically agreeing.
“I am
sorry too, Miranda, I did regret leaving angry with you the last time we spoke”
Ana said as Miranda smiled and brushed it off, unbothered and forgiving Ana
with a tight hug.
“Fine…
I guess I was kinda mean, too… ugh” Jessica groaned, half apologizing as girls
all laughed and took a few more sips of their drinks, returning to the
conversation at hand.
“Didn’t
you get rid of a country, too?” Lacy asked Ana as she took another puff of
smoke.
“Yes,
they were being annoying, crawling on me when I sleep, so small I could not
even see them, always ending up where I did not want them” Ana said with a
disapproving shake of her head and shudder.
“Don’t
you regret kinda getting rid of them too fast?” Jessica asked, scooting her
towel back down into the sunlight and stretching her body outward, leaning over
to tan her backside, folding her arms under her head. “I would have had so much fun with a
whole country in my room instead” Jessica giggled.
“Of
course, but eh… I got drunk and just started stomping them, yes?” Ana laughing
a bit.
“But you
ended up liking the tinies though, remember?
You and I and Jessica getting our feet rubbed and stuff” Lacy said as
Ana nodded in agreement and smiled.
“I did,
yes, I had my little moments of fun though before I went back to Europe” Ana
said.
“Ugh,
it’s not fair, even Lacy got a whole dumb country” Jessica said with playful
frustration.
“I don’t
know dude, they kinda sucked, they didn’t do anything anyway… that’s why I peed
on them” Lacy said, exhaling another puff of smoke.
“Wait… what? You… really did that?” Miranda questioned
with a surprised raise of her brow.
“Mhmm… I
was all mad because I accidentally swallowed my little friend from my other
city and had broken up with Ki at the time, so I peed all over their cities and
everything to try and make myself feel better, it felt good, sure, turning
entire cities into yellow-y looking mud, but it was also kinda gross… ew” Lacy
said as she shivered at the memory, the other girls sat in silence for a few
seconds at the gross confession.
“Wow…” Jessica
broke the silence as Miranda clicked her tongue and cringed. Miranda feeling much better and much more
merciful about how she treated her micros after hearing Lacy’s disclosure.
“You still have your people,
Miranda?” Lacy asked, Miranda sighing as she curled her lips. Miranda reaching over to her side and fishing
out a red glittery box from her bag, setting it down in the middle of all the
girls dressed in their various styles of swimwear.
“What is
this?” Ana curiously asked as she stared down the box.
“What’s
left of everyone from Grove” Miranda said as she opened the lid of her fancy
shoebox revealing tens of thousands of micros crawling around the flat bottom
of the box.
“Holy
shit, Miranda… I thought you were supposed
to be the nice one” Lacy joked.
“Yah! I thought for sure you would still have a
city, what is… this?” Jessica asked as the four girls leaned their faces
over the box, looking down at the micros together.
***
***
***
Natalie
Natalie
had been surviving off scraps, the only light peeking out from the box were the
holes in the massive ceiling of their prison, the walls too thick to cut
through with any tools that they had left over from the broken buildings that
they used for shelter as they were trapped inside, occasionally Miranda would
feed them as they all begged and screamed to be released and go back to the way
things were with their goddess, but their words and yells were always useless,
going back to killing each other, but Natalie just sat in silence. Not reacting to the quakes of being moved or
hearing Miranda’s muffled sexual moans and whimpers from high up above.
That was
until Natalie shielded her eyes from the sudden blinding bright light, looking
upwards as her vision slowly became clearer with each passing second. Seeing the blurry images of four gigantic women’s
faces until Natalie’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping, her heart sinking as
she burst into immediate tears, it was Lacy’s face hovering high above her,
just like her most painful memories reminded her. Natalie struggling to breathe, feeling
herself on the verge of feinting and passing out as her heart raced faster than
she could fathom.
Lacy with the same glazed brown
and blue eyes, her hair shorter and highlighted with a few bright colors amidst
the familiar dark black wavey locks, the same pouty lips as Natalie broke down,
flailing on the floor as she screamed her voice raw out of pure panic. She begged to have a heart attack so that she
could die in an instant, Natalie refusing to look up as her mind imploded, the
shock of seeing Lacy again reactivating every traumatic and fearful emotion and
memory that she ever had, snapping her out of the mindless monotony that had
been plaguing her for years. Natalie desperately
desirous for death as she slammed her hands and kicked her legs into the floor
beneath her.
***
***
***
Malibu Beach, Malibu, California – Five Years After The
Incident at Grove View Apartments
“So why
bring them here, Miranda?” Ana asked.
“Yeah, I
haven’t seen a tiny in so long… wow… I forgot how small they really were”
Jessica said as she winced her eyes over the box to focus on the little specks
clambering around below her face.
“I don’t
know, I thought, maybe like, we could all finish this together, just like how
we started?” Miranda hesitantly suggested.
“You really
don’t care about them anymore?” Jessica asked with raised brows as if surprised.
“I just
have another life now… and they haven’t been able to talk to me in so long,
it’s like having a pet that can’t move or something, it’s just like… sad…yah?”
Miranda said, the disappointment in her tone obvious to the girls as they
looked at one another and then back down towards the micros moving around the
bottom of the shoebox.
“Pfff…
that’s lame… this isn’t some movie, why not just throw them in the ocean and be
done with it instead of all this, let’s finish it together thing?” Lacy mocked
with a teasing voice as Miranda became embarrassed, her tan cheeks flushing a
little pink as Jessica chuckled.
“Shut
up, Lacy, it’s fine… I remember for forever wanting Miranda to have fun with us
while we squished micros together, Lacy, why not do that now? Just one last time?” Jessica asked as Lacy
shrugged her shoulders, lighting up another bowl of freshly packed green.
“Eh… you
have fun, I am going to feel the water” Ana said as she stirred against the
sand, but before she got up, Jessica excitedly smiled wide, reaching into the
box, and pinching a group of micros between her fingers, quickly pulling Ana’s
struggling blue bikini top down and slamming the mass of micros into one of her
bare tits and letting the bikini top snap back into place as her tits jiggled a
bit from the rebound.
“Hey!”
Ana shouted as she immediately felt the tickles of the speck sized people
against her large breast.
“Haha!”
Lacy and Jessica snickering as they all watched Ana slapping her hands at her
bikini, crushing the micros against her skin and nipple through the fabric,
tugging her top outward as the dead micros fell to her abs and splattered some
more before brushing off their remains with her beach towel.
“Don’t
be too mean, god…” Miranda said as she winced her eyes a bit at the violent
sight.
“Sorry,
I just… it’s been so long” Jessica said with a grin and giggle.
“At
least just make it quick, okay? No
suffering, that’s like, my one rule for this” Miranda said as Jessica rolled
her eyes, the girls all nodding.
“Mmkay…”
Jessica unenthusiastically agreed.
“Oh,
shit! I haven’t been able to do this in
forever” Lacy excitingly realized as she reached into the box, pinching up a
group of micros between her black nails and hovering them over the opening of
her weed pipe, sprinkling them in as she smiled, puffing her lips outward as
she placed the flame over the cannabis, inhaling the smoke and charred remains
of the dead micros into her lungs for a few seconds before she slowly blew
outward, “Fuck yeah…” Lacy mumbled. Lacy
reached in again, pinching another group of people between her nails, dangling
them in front of her eyes as she laid back against her chair, unaware that a
few micros escaped her grip and fell all the way down, smashing on her chest
and neck.
Lacy
lowering the group down to her pouty lips as she opened her mouth a bit,
sticking her tongue out and letting the micros fall into her mouth before she
gulped them down whole with a hefty swallow.
“Hey, what did I just say, that’s not quick enough? Now they have to die all slow in your stomach”
Miranda frustratingly reminding Lacy.
Lacy shaking her head and pinching up another group, letting them fall
in her mouth as this time she dramatically chewed and grinded her teeth
together hard, pulverizing thousands of micros in one dominating chomp.
“Better?”
Lacy asked with a wide grin as she stared down Miranda.
“I
guess…” Miranda said, rolling her eyes.
Lacy
reached in one more time, pinching up another large group of micros, unaware
that in her grip, she possessed Natalie, a young woman that she didn’t know
existed and unknowingly tortured her life during her time with Biraal City back
in Lacy’s bedroom, making Natalie’s life worse than misery could describe.
Lacy gently placed the group
of tinies atop her pale stomach surrounded by her colorful tattoos, her body
shaded by the umbrella, letting the micros run and walk around her midriff
while she blew smoke at them from above and giggling at the tickling feeling of
their bodies struggling around her jeweled bellybutton piercing.
***
***
***
Natalie – Lacy’s Body
The
amount of panic in Natalie’s heart, mind, and body might have been enough to
change Lacy’s decision if only she knew what it had felt like to be tortured
and empty for so long, but she didn’t and never would care about what was
happening on her midriff above her black bikini bottom.
Natalie wailing and crying as
hot smoke whipped by her face like hot volcanic ash, her vision blurry as she
tried to stare up at the black-haired monster’s eyes that loomed above her in
the distance as the other micros around her panicked and ran in every direction,
suddenly a darker shadow was over them as Natalie closed her eyes for a moment,
a sense of sublime alleviation and comfort washing over her body after five
years of torture, looking up to her right and seeing a massive hand coming
straight towards her, and for the first time since Natalie could remember, she peacefully
exhaled through tearful and painful whimpers as she laid back and waited for
the release she had been so desperate for.
***
***
***
Miranda
reaching over and slapping her palm against Lacy’s flat stomach, splattering
all the micros on Lacy’s midriff. “Don’t
torture them, Lacy… god…” Miranda said, completely unaware that the bloody
remains of her former mayor Natalie were being discarded against her thigh as
she brushed off the crushed bodies on her tanned skin with a few rubs of her
hand. Lacy massaging the slightly
stinging pink handprint left by Miranda on her stomach.
“Ow…”
Lacy murmured.
“Then you
show us how to do this then…” Jessica said with a beckoning raise of her
eyebrows.
“Fine…” Miranda
said, reaching into her shoebox and placing a large group of micros down on her
towel next to her sand covered toes.
Miranda quickly picking up her sandy foot and slamming it down on the
micros with force, squishing them under her sole in an instant, “See? Quick and easy, like no pain, yah?” Miranda suggestively
spoke, rubbing her sole into the sand next to her towel to grind away the
hundreds of dead bodies stuck to her skin as she dragged her foot back next to
the other.
“Oh,
okay, like this?” Jessica sarcastically teased, taking a sip of her fruity drink,
and placing it in the sand before reaching into the box, dangling the micros
pinched between her nails under her and onto the towel as she teased and
bounced her red bikini covered ass above them before slamming it down atop them,
feeling a large gritty crunch, grinding her oily hips back and forth a few
times as she became comfortable on her towel again.
“Yah,
sure” Miranda said with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Well,
there are so many left” Ana said as she peered her face over the box, seeing tens
of thousands of little specks running around the bottom of the box still, her
oversized tits and cleavage hovering right above them as her red hair cascaded
down her shoulders and back.
“Then do
something about it” Jessica teased. Ana curling
her lips as she was digging her hand into the sand and gripping a clump of sand
with her fist, letting the sand stream out of the bottom of her hand like an
hourglass as she hovered it above a large mass of micros, the micros
disappearing under the sand as it built up into a little mound, each grain of
sand like a heavy stone to the micros as it bludgeoned them to death as the
sand kept piling atop them like a tomb before Ana threw the rest of the sand
outwards away from her legs.
Ana
brushing the excess sand off on her legs as she reached her hand back in and
grabbed at a large group of tinies, gently holding them in the palm of her hand
as she stared at them, Ana chuckling to herself as she slowly wrapped and
folded her fingers in towards them and squeezed hard, feeling their bodies
crunch and pop within her closed fist as a few drops of blood dripped from the
bottom of her hand and soaked the sandy beach next to her legs, Ana wiping her
red stained hand into her own towel to rid her palm of the gnashed bodies.
“Don’t go too fast, Ana, fuck…”
Jessica said as she reached over, pinching a group of micros between her
fingers as she dangled them upside down in front of her face and above her oily
cleavage, watching them for a few seconds and smiling before barely squeezing
her thumb and index finger together, feeling the micros explode with just a
little pinch as her fingers stained a dark red, letting their discarded bodies
fall to the sand at her side as she rubbed her fingers together to rid her digits
of the dead crumbs flattened into her finger’s creases.
“Oh,
Ana! I’ve always wanted to do a body
shot off you, please, please, please?” Lacy pestered, excitingly leaping from
her chair, and pinching up a large group of tinies between her fingers,
dangling them in front of Ana’s green eyes.
“What is
a body shot?” Ana confusingly asked.
“It’s
like a-“ Miranda began explaining before Jessica placed her palm on Miranda’s
mouth, shushing her, Jessica wanting to watch.
“Here,
just lay back…” Lacy said as she gently ushered Ana into laying down back against
her towel, her long legs to the side of Lacy as she poured a bit of the fruity
alcohol across her abs and into her bellybutton before sprinkling thousands of micros
down atop the liquid and Ana’s midriff.
Lacy brushing her hair back behind her ears and rearing her head down as
she dragged her tongue and lips across Ana’s tight stomach, slurping the micros
down her throat along with the bubbling drink to dissolve with the others
trapped within Lacy’s stomach acid.
“I do
not like that…” Ana cringed as she sat back up, Lacy returning to her chair
giggling like a child.
“Wanna
do one off me, Miranda?” Jessica teased, tapping her fingers around her navel.
“No,
thanks…” Miranda rejected.
“Aww…
fine” Jessica said, reaching into the box with her bloody fingers, pinching
another mass up, hovering them above her face as she let them drop onto her
plump lips, letting them squirm for a few seconds in the wrinkles and wetness
before she licked her lips clean and began to slowly tease her tongue around
them within her mouth.
Jessica suddenly flicking her
tongue, launching the tinies in her mouth to the sides of her teeth before
chewing them to a fine pulp, swallowing their remains down, “Yup, just like I
remember, just kinda tastes like salty blood” Jessica hmphed as Miranda reached
back for her drink, Jessica quickly reaching in and pulling out another crowd
of terrified tinies, placing them right under Miranda’s pink bikini thong as
she was leaning over to drink as Ana smirked at the devious sight.
Miranda
shifting her weight back down as she finished her drink, the curve of her ass slowly
rolling back and settling over her tinies without her even knowing, crushing
them under the tight, warm fabric underneath her asshole as Jessica acted like
nothing happened, Miranda thinking it was just grains of sand from the surrounding,
picturesque beach landscape.
“Oh! There is something I that I have never tried when
we were younger” Ana said as she sat up with a curious look on her face,
reaching her long arm towards the box as she pulled away, “No, wait… ehh… I
cannot” Ana said.
“Just go
for it, Ana, have fun” Miranda said with a smile as Ana nodded and curled her
lips, reaching her nails into the box and gathering a group between her fingers
as the girls watched.
“No, do
not watch, I do not want you to see” Ana said as the girls looked at each other
awkwardly.
“But why?”
Jessica asked, lowering her brow at the strange request.
“Please?”
Ana asked again as Lacy, Miranda, and Jessica slowly turned around confused,
unable to see Anastazja. Ana quickly
turning on her butt and gently peeling up her blue string bikini bottom,
sliding the tinies into her bikini bottom and into her red pubic hair before
gently settling her bikini waistline back in place against her hips and waist. “Okay, you are fine now to turn” Ana said as
the girls turned back, looking around for evidence.
“What
did you even do?” Lacy curiously asked.
“I buried
them in the sand, yes?” Ana innocently playing dumb as the girls returned to
drinking and talking amongst themselves.
Meanwhile, Ana could feel the micros working their way through her fiery
hair, feeling their small tickles as it was Ana’s first time ever feeling the
tinies by her sex, the micros slowly working their way down her mons,
attempting to escape the humid and musty red forest, the bikini fabric too
tight against Ana’s toned hips to crawl underneath.
Ana found herself unimpressed
though, the many little sensations atop her lips and by her clit that were
supposed to be pleasant and erotic, were uninspiring to her against her massive
body, much preferring her time with her man back home, satisfied that she had
not missed out on what the other girls seemed to enjoy from time to time while
they were younger.
Ana nonchalantly leaning her tall,
lounging body away from the girls and reaching her blue nails downward passed
her athletic midriff, scratching at her bikini fabric, crushing all the micros
against her hair and sex until she no longer felt anyone moving around, knowing
she would shower their bodies off later at Jessica’s house.
The
former roommates drinking and crushing micros together for a while as the sun
was starting to sink low in the sky as the horizon was glowing on the verdant
of sunset. Laughing hysterically and
falling over each other in what was turning out to be an amazing and worthwhile
reunion. “Come on, Miranda, just take a
rip…” Lacy said, offering her weed over to her.
“They
drug test at the hospital, like, I can’t” Miranda giggling and waving her hand
with rejection.
“Do
it, girl…” Jessica sang as she laughed.
“I can’t,
please…” Miranda said with a little innocent tipsiness in her voice and girly
giggle.
“That’s
okay… I’m glad you really stick to who are you Miranda, it’s what I always
liked about you” Jessica said, complimenting her as Miranda smiled. The girls all knowing the day was winding
down as the sunset was in full view at the ocean’s horizon.
“We
should go get some dinner after we shower and change and stuff” Miranda
suggested.
“Yes! I miss good American food so much” Ana
happily agreeing as Jessica nodded her support while Lacy looked over towards
the glittery, red box sparking in the sinking sunset.
“There’s
only a little bit of tinies left, Miranda… they’re all yours…” Lacy said as she
leaned back in her chair, adjusting her black bikini top with a few tugs of her
newly tattooed hands.
“Have
your last fun, Miranda” Ana said with a warm smile.
“Yeah,
go for it, girl…” Jessica said, taking the last few gulps of her canned drink. Miranda looking around at the girls as Ana
stretched out her body as she relaxed with her hands comfortably behind her
head, unaware that she still had a few red dots on her abs from earlier.
Miranda sighing as she looked
into the box, seeing just a handful left, maybe just over five thousand if that,
all that remained of her former life as a goddess, every last micro that she
had ever owned, doing everything she could to keep them protected and safe, she
provided for them, cried over them, but now they were staring back up at her crystal
blue eyes.
Her eyes welting a bit as she stood
up, squatting her legs down over them as her bikini stretched around her hips. Miranda gently scooping her hands into the
box, collecting all the micros in her cupped palms, “I just… I need a second…”
Miranda sadly said as she carried the micros under her bouncing chest towards
the waves away from the girls, the micros nestled and cradled in both of her
palms and up against her warm body, looking up over her bouncing bust to see
her sniffling face looking back down at them.
Miranda’s feet and toes
becoming wet in the soaked sand as she waded her body into the ocean up to her waist,
the waves rocking her a bit as she kept the micros carefully secured under her pink
bikini clad chest. “I have to say bye
now. I…I’ll always remember how you made
me feel… I’ll remember keeping you safe… I’ll remember teaching you how to
paint nails and making me laugh… I just wish so much that you all could have
rebuilt yourselves…I’m really going to miss you…” Miranda whispered to herself
as she held the tinies close to her body for a few extra seconds, bringing them
up a bit over her chest and hugging onto them tightly against herself.
Miranda’s tinies started to
crumple and fold against her chest, squeezing them above her cleavage and skin
as hard as she could to make sure that her people didn’t suffer any pain,
feeling the resistance of their bodies for a brief second before they
splattered and popped into red stains across her curving, tanned body.
Smiling as she waved her arms
in front of her, dumping their remains into the ocean as the waves slid by and
crashed behind her on the strand. Miranda
dunking her body down into the ocean up to her neck and cleansing herself of
every last trace of her people away and off her skin.
Miranda looking down at her
toes sinking into the sand as she slowly waded back to shore and up to the
girls, her body dripping wet as she placed her shoebox back into her bag before
splaying out back down across her towel and watched the sun disappear under the
horizon as the sky darkened with hazy gradient shades of blue and orange glows.
“That’s
it… every last little tiny…all gone” Miranda said as she sniffled a bit, trying
to hide her emotions.
“Hey,
don’t worry, girl, your life sounds awesome right now, and you can always come
visit when you want” Jessica said, leaning over and patting Miranda’s back a
bit, a rare friendly sentiment.
“Thank
you…” Miranda said as she deeply and wistfully sighed.
“That was little more fun than
I thought it would be” Lacy admitted with a curling lipped smirk.
“It was,
yes?” Ana said with a satisfied hmph.
“I
guess…at least they don’t have to worry about like, anything ever again, right?”
Miranda said as she folded her arms back and rested her head.
“Well yeah,
it’s easy to not worry about anything when you’re dead” Jessica lightheartedly quipped
and giggled as the girls sat in a relaxed silence for a few moments, just
listening to the waves crashing against the shore as the sky grew darker. The lives of the former roommates carrying on.
“Hey,
quick question… do you think you would buy these?” Jessica said, as if not
caring about the atrocities she had just committed and showing the girls a few
pictures of a clothing set design Jessica had been working on.
“Yeah, I
totally would” Miranda said, poking her head up and looking at the dressy top and
skirt on the phone screen, Lacy and Ana saying no which wasn’t a surprise to
Jessica.
“Well, someone
out there is going to love it…” Jessica said as she pulled the phone back to
her face, her fingers still stained with dried blood and sand as she smiled at
her designs, swiping over her phone’s screen a few times.
Lacy
taking a huge rip from her pipe as she stared at the sand for a moment, then
the crashing waves in the distance, looking over towards the girls who looked
happy and relaxed resting against the sand and their towels. “I have a question too…” Lacy mentioned.
“What is
it?” Ana asked, peeping an emerald eye towards Lacy.
“Do you all
think that what happened to us, ya know, like at school, with all the tiny people
and cities, and countries or whatever… ever happened to anyone else out there,
like in the world?” Lacy asked, her eyes glazed over as she looked both
curiously high and overtly serious at the same time.
“No… there’s,
like, no way…” Miranda dismissed as she nestled her head further back into her
folded arms. Ana simply dismissively hmphing
as she bent a knee upward and enjoyed the cool breeze wafting off the darkening
ocean.
“Nobody else
in the world went through we did, Lacy…we’re special” Jessica teasingly
and sarcastically dismissed as she placed her phone in her bag and adjusted her
bikini bottom around her waist with a few tugs of her red fingers.
“Hmm…
yeah… you’re all probably right” Lacy said, taking a puff from her pipe and wriggling
her toes into the sand beneath her chair for a few moments as the girls sat in
a serene silence amongst themselves alongside the waves until the glows of dusk
were gone, fading to night.
“Come
on, let’s go get changed…” Jessica said, smiling as the girls agreed and stood
up, shaking the sand off of their bodies and packing their things, folding
their towels over their backs as they turned away from the water.
The four
girls walking up the beach together as they left trails of footprints behind
them in the soft sand…
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Somewhere in the United States
“Oh! I love this top!” a woman said overjoyed
as she browsed through the upscale clothing store, “and it goes with this
skirt, too, it’s perfect” the woman said, excited as she tried on the outfit in
the changing room, twirling herself in the mirror a few times as she smiled
wide at how great it looked on her, complimenting her figure beautifully. Dressing back into her former, more comfortable
clothes as she placed the new outfit on the check-out counter as the employee scanned
the expensive pair of clothing price tags, the obscene dollar amount popping up
on the register’s screen.
“Jessica Rosales’ designer
sets are always so nice, ugh… I wish I could afford them more often” the young cashier
said to the woman.
“Don’t worry, you will one
day!” the woman said in a friendly and supportive tone.
“Are you gonna wear this out
on a big date or something?” the clothing store employee curiously asked.
“Oh, no, no, this outfit is
just for me this time” the woman said with a light chuckle, smiling as she
handed her card over to the employee for payment.
“Aww… well you’re very pretty,
I’d hate that nobody would get to see you slay that top out there like the
goddess you are” the young worker said with a giggle.
“Thank you! You’re so sweet… and don’t worry, a lot more
people are going to be seeing this outfit than you might think…” the woman said with a wide, sly smirk as she
took her card, carrying her bags out as she exited the store…
THE END