Friday night, less than two months left in his senior year of high school, and he was stuck at home.

Jake sighed as he flopped back onto his bed, the bed springs offering a faint groan in response to his slender frame. He could dimly hear the sound of Olivia Hudson's party across the street, echoing through his otherwise empty house.

His dad was supposed to have left him the keys to his car before both his parents went to help his sister move into an apartment off campus but he had forgot. Reaching back and grabbing his phone off the night stand, Jake could still see the text from his dad, “Sorry, Jake-o! Completely slipped my mind!”

He groaned as he read it again.

Jake had a key to his mom's minivan but because they had taken that up to help Alicia, he was stuck at home on a Friday night. Somewhere in the distance he heard a girl practically scream bloody murder accompanied by muffled splashes. No doubt someone had just tossed their girlfriend into Olivia's pool.

He doubted anyone would say anything if he got up, crossed the street, and walked into Olivia's party like he was supposed to be there. He had known her for practically their entire lives, and she had mentioned something about him being welcome when her boyfriend and one of his buddies had blatantly carried a keg through the front door that afternoon. At the time though, he thought he'd have the keys to his dad's car and he said he had plans.

If he went now, and Olivia saw him and asked about it, Jake realized it would sound like he was trying to sound cooler than he was when he said he had plans. And if he tried to explain what his plans had actually been, then everyone probably would look at him like he wasn't supposed to be at a cool party.

Opening Instagram on his phone, he sighed as he saw his feed fill up with posts from where he was supposed to be: the weekly Magic the Gathering tournament at Axe Grinder Games two towns over. He didn't need to check the time to know things were basically done, he only had to look at the pictures flooding in from both the store's instagram and his friends. Jake couldn't stop himself from cursing under his breath as he processed the sweet cards people had managed to snag that week.

“Random, my ass,” he muttered to himself. People were getting good draws because the cosmos was simply punishing him for not being able to make it that week. Sighing, he could only hope they appreciated it.

He perked up when a picture from GMGina97 suddenly popped up at the top of his feed. He instantly clicked on it, and watched as her practically flawless face filled most of the screen next to a rare card that had gone to the winner of the tourney. Jake would never say it out loud, but Gina was his favorite part of the store.

She had been working there the entire time he had been going there. First when she was still in high school and now while she was taking classes at the nearby community college. It wasn't merely that she was attractive, it was that she was easily the coolest person he knew.

And not cool in the sense of Olivia Hudson and all the so-called 'popular' kids at his school.

Real deal fucking cool.

Flicking through her Instagram, Jake couldn't help but see evidence of it with every post. A shot of her playing with her band, her full sleeve tattoo visible as she shredded on guitar. A picture of the model she had built for the big dramatic climax of her current D&D campaign. Her with a big pint of some fancy craft beer on her twenty-first birthday. Even the selfies and the shots of her lunches that he found between her best posts made him wish he had more to say to her than the basic shit-shooting he managed whenever he was at Axe Grinder.

He sighed as his free hand fumbled with his belt and the fly of his jeans as he settled on a picture she had literally captioned 'It's a Trap!' for May 4th. Her blonde hair was piled atop her head in a beehive updo and she was wearing what looked like a TOS-era Star Trek uniform with the neckline plunging deep to reveal her bountiful breasts. Jake grunted quietly as he set to work, trying to zoom in on her breasts but accidentally focusing on her shiny leather Doc Martens instead. Unable to zoom out, he simply tried to scroll back up to her chest but as he passed over the field of Command Gold, he watched the app flicker as he 'liked' the photo.

“Oh shit.”

Jake dropped his phone onto his chest like it was radioactive while he tried to process what he had just done. The photo was two weeks old, and she had taken dozens of selfies since then, even a few more that were clearly designed to get likes from all the guys with crushes on her. Liking that one though, the smarmy 'trololol it's a thirst trap' one.

Only the loserest of losers would like that one.

As he started to reach for his phone and hope that he could undo the like before anyone noticed, it buzzed. He yelped, his hand backing away from the phone before slowly creeping back only for it to buzz once more. He waited, his fingers trembling, before he finally snatched it up and turned it over.

Jake's eyes bugged out as he saw the notifications on his lock screen.

Gina had messaged him.

She had slid into his DMs.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to act cool as he unlocked the screen and read the two messages.

“Hey,” she had written, sounding cool even in text format, “Didn't see you at the draw tonight. You ok?”

Jake's heart skipped a beat. Gina had noticed he wasn't there? He didn't think she thought of him outside of maybe being a friendly customer. Striking while the iron was hot, he replied, “Yeah, I'm fine, just stuck at home this week. No car.” He added a frowny face to complete the message.

The reply was almost instant, “That sucks.”

Seconds seemed to stretch into eternity as Jake felt the potential for a real conversation pouring through his fingers like sand. “Yeah, it wouldn't be so bad if my neighbor wasn't throwing a party across the street.”

“Party?”

The single word response felt like a sudden accusatory stab in Jake's gut. A girl as cool as Gina was probably wondering why he was sitting around scrolling through her Instagram when he could just waltz into the party across the street. Frowning, and doing his best in the limited time frame, Jake shot back, “Yeah, dumb high school party.”

“Ugh, those are the worst. I hated them when I was in high school.”

Jake smirked, suddenly feeling the barest hint of a connection between him and Gina, “Yeah, she like invited me but it was one of those 'don't really come' invites.”

The response came back lightning quick, “Bitch.”

Before Jake could offer anything more, Gina sent him another message, “Want me to go and teach her and all her little friends a lesson?”

Laughing, Jake shot back, “Sure. Maybe you can get them to at least shut up.”

“Cool, what's your address?”

Jake blinked, and whispered quietly to himself, “No fucking way.” before taking the biggest chance he had ever taken in his entire life: he quickly tapped out his address and hit send.

Several long seconds passed and Jake suddenly felt like he had completely blown it.

She was no doubt sharing screenshots of their conversation with her friends, laughing about the stupid high school nerd who thought she was coming over to his place. He shut his eyes tight and cursed quietly to himself as he realized he'd probably never be able to walk into Axe Grinder again while she worked there.

And then his phone buzzed. Opening his eyes ever so slightly he felt them instantly widen as he read the three simple letters she had sent back.

“OMW.”

The ground rumbled beneath his feet.

“Do you feel that?” Austin asked from the driver's seat of his car, banging his head along to the thumping bass his new sound system was putting out.

“Yeah!” Chris called back, barely able to hear Austin between the car's stereo and the music spilling out of Olivia's front door, “It's pretty intense!”

Austin leaned over and shut the stereo off, and for a moment Chris could almost feel the sudden lack of noise. “Yeah, dude, it's pretty great,” Austin began as he got out of his car. He stood in front of the open door for a second before leaning back against it like he was posing for a photo shoot, “I'd say it was worth every day working with my annoying fucking uncle.”

Chris offered a short laugh and a, “Yeah, man, that must have sucked,” even though he knew that Austin had barely done any work at his Uncle's car dealership over the past year. A part of him wanted to give Austin shit for it, but he was distracted by the abs peeking out from beneath the hunk's shirt. Chris knew he should know better, especially since he was fairly certain the rumor that Austin was bi was wrong at this point, but he couldn't help himself as he saw Austin's biceps bulge against his too tight t-shirt.

He wasn't even listening to the handsome boy's words anymore, simply watching his soft lips go as he swayed back and forth to the heavy thumping of the car's subwoofer.

“Wait,” Chris suddenly said, making Austin's eyebrows knit together in annoyance at being interrupted, “You turned your stereo off, right?”

Before Austin could respond, Chris felt a strange jolt run up through his legs as his whole body swayed in response. Austin's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open before he finally stammered out, “Y-ye-yeah.”

“Was that an-” Chris didn't even finish the thought before another more powerful jolt made them both visibly shudder. Looking back and forth, Chris realized that the trees around them were shaking and so were the cars.

Thump!

Chris heard the sound right before he felt another vibration, and he could see several trees on the far end of the street shake.

Thump!

He peered through the inky blackness of the unlit suburban development, swearing he could make out a big black car at the far end. The car seemed to suddenly lift off the ground and as it passed through a shaft of light cast by a house down the street, he realized that it looked like the chassis was covered in leather.

Boom!

The vibration was more intense, and Chris felt himself stumble backwards, only staying upright thanks to Austin's firm hand on his shoulder. He could feel the other boy's breath on the nape of his neck, and heard him softly whisper, “Holy shit...”

Chris looked over his shoulder to see Austin's head crane back, and he turned around to follow the boy's gaze.

Two or three houses down sat two of the biggest Doc Marten boots he had ever seen, their thick soles easily rising up to Chris's knees. The leather was smooth but clearly scuffed and a little worn from use, and each of the eyes glinted in the dim light coming from open windows up and down the street. The boot ended what looked like several feet above his head, and that's where the frayed hem of a pair of pale blue denim jeans started. He started to lean his neck back as he took in a pair of legs that rose higher than the houses that lined the street.

A thick black belt cinched the slightly oversized jeans to what Chris quickly realized was a woman's waist, her pale stomach barely exposed by the way her plain black tank top rode up on it. Hands big enough to engulf his entire body sat on either hip, adorned with bulky rings, and sporting chipped sparkly purple nail polish that looked like the night's sky itself had been painted across the woman's nails.

His eyes followed a tattoo up what he now accepted was a gigantic woman's arm, dragons seeming to coil up along her forearm until disappearing beneath the rolled up sleeves of a faded green button down shirt she wore over her tank top. Even though he doubted the giantess's bicep was anything in comparison to Austin's if he were the girl's size, Chris couldn't help but notice the way it seemed to bulge beneath the breezy button down, forming what looked like a small hill in the fabric.

Finally he came to the giant's face.

The first thing he spotted were her plump dark red painted lips, that contrasted her pale blemishless skin. Above that he caught the shine of a septum pierce hanging from her cute button nose. Blue eyes sparkled from within perfect cat's eye makeup, and finally blonde hair sat in a messy bun atop the giantess's nearly seventy foot frame.

Her big scarlet lips twitched upwards in the barest hint of a smirk.

“We're fucked,” Austin muttered

BOOM!

Chris fell backwards with Austin as the giantess took another step forward, neither of them prepared for it because they were too focused on her face up in the sky. Another explosive noise ripped through the world and suddenly Chris found himself plunged in shadow as the giantess literally loomed over them both. Looking into the heavens, the comparatively tiny teen realized that the girl's bright blue eyes weren't on him or Austin but Austin's car.

Her voice boomed like a thunderclap, “Sweet ride.”

Metal screeched as her enormous hand wrapped around Austin's Mustang, her purple nails standing out against the car's cherry red finish. Austin flailed beneath him and screamed as his car was lifted casually into the air all the way to the giantess's face.

She held it in both hands and inspected it like it were an impressive model, turning it over again and again.

Chris grunted as Austin pushed him aside and jumped to his feet. “Hey!” He screamed up at the giant girl, “What the fuck do you think you're doing with my car?! Where the hell did you even come from you freak?!”

The giantess held the car up close to her face, one of her big eyes squinting to get a look inside before she scoffed, “Automatic? What a worthless piece of junk.”

With a shrug, she tossed the car over her shoulder, and Chris watched it sail back across the street before it landed with a horrific crash on a neighbor's front yard. Glass shards exploded outward as the mustang's roof crumpled, and the car rocked back and forth before coming to a stop a second later.

Austin let out a horrific painful scream, and Chris watched as he rushed toward the girl's enormous booted foot, his face rapidly going from its usual tan to a deep rage-filled purple. Chris winced as he realized that even Austin's 6'2'' frame fell several feet short of the top of the girl's boot. When the boy began to pound against the leather a second later, Chris wanted to call out and beg him to stop but fear strangled his voice in his own throat.

“Aw, was that your car, little dude?” The giantess cooed as Austin continued to pound against the side of her boot, “Well, sorry not sorry.”

And then the wall of leather simply twitched.

Chris didn't even realize he was screaming until Austin hit the ground thirty or forty feet down the road. A tremor beneath his feet told Chris that the giantess's foot had already settled back down after kicking Austin away like he were an annoying bug. Adrenaline kicked in and the young man could finally move, his body scrambling toward Austin as quickly as his limbs could carry him.

The gigantic girl followed his mad crawl with vague interest, her eyes flickering between him and Olivia Hudson's house. Behind him, Chris could dimly hear people back in the party freaking out as they caught sight of the gigantic girl and processed that she was real. He didn't care though, he was focused squarely on the crumpled body of his crush sitting in the middle of the street.

Chris choked on a sob as he got close and could see the way Austin's body was twisted about, blood the same color as the giantess's lips seeping out of him in all directions. Then came a horrific wet sound from the broken young man, and Chris realized that he was still alive. Austin twitched and it was accompanied by what sounded like corn popping in the microwave as his broken bones and joints tried to do something to get him up.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Chris muttered as he knelt over Austin and heard another horrible wet noise, softer and more deliberate than the previous one. “No, no,” he whispered as he realized Austin was trying to speak, “Austin, don't...”

The ground shook beneath them and the giantess's voice rang in his ears, “Oh, sorry, was he your boyfriend?”

Chris looked up to see the arrogant smirk she wore on her face and all of the questions of who she was or how she got so big or why she was doing any of this were burned away by the sheer rage that suddenly filled him. “Fuck you, you big fucking bitch!”

Her head bobbed back as if she had been slapped, and then she simply said, “Rude.”

Before Chris could comprehend what was going on, he realized he was staring up at the grimy tread of the giantess's boot. “Oh no, no, no,” he stammered, as his body went from fight to flight in an instant. Grabbing onto what he hoped were Austin's shoulders, Chris tried to drag him out of the way but then the boot was upon them.

The force of it hitting him was so strong that he didn't process the pain until he was already flattened against the ground, the tread mashing through his ribcage and legs, separating his body between what was being ground by the boot and what was being ground into it. He could barely make out some light behind him but then the leather groaned as the giantess pressed down with her toes. The light disappeared and for a brief moment it felt like his entire skull were being pressed by a single weight.

Then Chris felt nothing.

Jake stared out his bedroom window in disbelief, still trying to process what he was seeing.

Gina from Axe Grinder Games was standing on his street, sixty or seventy feet tall, and she had just totaled Austin Young's car before crushing him and another guy beneath her boot. Now he watched as she slowly lifted her boot off the pair, sticky strings of viscera stretching between the treads and the road below.

“Eww,” her voice boomed over the whole neighborhood as she twisted her foot about.

Terrified screams came in response, and Jake watched the crowd that had formed on Olivia's porch recoil as the boot tread was turned toward them. Several kids, girls and guys, vomited as soon as they saw the mashed up remains of the two teens.

“Fucking gross,” Gina continued as she smashed her foot onto Olivia's lawn and swept it back and forth, like she were trying to get dog shit off her boot rather than a person. The perfectly manicured lawn that Jake knew Mr. Hudson prided himself on was churned up in an instant and mixed up with the freshly mashed flesh. A laugh filled the heavens as the enormous blonde said, “Don't worry about your lawn, I'm basically fertilizing it.”

As the gigantic girl started to move toward them, the crowd on the porch split into three distinct globs. The majority poured back into Olivia Hudson's house, literally running over each other to get back inside where they no doubt assumed they'd be safe. Gina didn't stomp up to the house though, instead pausing and watching the other two groups that had split away.

One group swarmed over Olivia's packed driveway, desperately trying to pile into any car they could open. Jake watched them as they panicked, running up and down between the rows of cars like chickens with their heads cut off, pounding on windows and yanking on door handles. A few people even made it into their cars, the engines roaring to life only for them to realize a second later that they were boxed in by partygoers who didn't make a break for it.

As Tyler Aull's big black SUV started smashing into other cars to make a path, Jake was shocked to find himself eagerly anticipating seeing it smashed to bits by Gina's boots.

“Well, I'm already gonna have to clean these anyway,” boomed the giantess's voice.

Jake flung open his window and leaned outside to catch sight of Gina's backside.

Despite the slightly oversized jeans, the denim still stretched taught against her gorgeous ass as she lifted her foot and began to smash the other group of people that had fled. They were simply trying to make a break for it down the street, and were quickly meeting their ends beneath Gina's boots.

“Ugh,” she grunted as she smashed a girl Jake didn't know into the sidewalk. High above, he watched as Gina wiped her brow clean of sweat before sighing, “This isn't supposed to take this much effort...”

She turned and squatted down around one of the thick maple trees that lined Jake's street, and easily wrapped both of her hands around its trunk. Her grunt as she yanked it upward was overpowered by the sound of the tree being torn up from its roots, clumps of earth raining down as she hoisted it high into the air and then literally gripped it like a bat.

Whoosh!

Windows rattled in their frames as she gave it a quick test swing, and then looked back down at the stumbling party-goers.

“Where do you think you're going?” She taunted before lifting the tree overhead and smashing it down hard against the ground. Screams were quickly muffled as the twenty or so kids remaining were smacked about by the tree's thick branches. Using the tree as a broom, she then casually swept them all back towards Olivia's house, sending them tumbling about like they were nothing more than pieces of garbage on the floor.

Jake watched as a slender Asian girl he recognized as Courtney Sung went rolling directly in front of the driveway. To his surprise, she managed to stand, looking little more than scraped up by the no doubt terrifying ordeal.

And that's when Tyler Aull's SUV smashed into her, sending her hurtling all the way into Jake's driveway. A horrific crack echoed up to his room as he watched her body snap against the trunk of his dad's car. Her body slumped down onto his driveway and lay there completely still.

Gina's laughter filled the world as she set her boot down atop the SUV, instantly halting its escape. “The look on your little faces is probably priceless,” she said casually, using her boot to push the SUV back and forth, never giving the other cars a chance to move through the opening Tyler had created.

Dragging the uprooted tree forward slightly, she let it drop to block the passage of the other cars before lifting her foot off of Tyler's car. Tyler gunned his engine but the car didn't move because it had been smashed even with the ground by Gina and its axles were no doubt split in half.

“Oh no, did your big bad truck get busted under my big bad boot?” Gina cooed as she bent down, clapping her hands against the doors just as people tried to pile out. She lifted the car into the sky and rattled it hard enough that Jake could hear the people screaming inside as they were tossed about. She smirked as she peered inside, her big lips silently counting how many people were trapped in her grasp.

“Mhm, gonna save you guys for later,” she whispered as her thick tongue licked her lips.

Metal screeched as squeezed down on the SUV, crumpling it so the doors would no longer open. She then bent down and slammed the heavy vehicle right in front of the door to Olivia's house, cutting it off as a potential escape route.

Turning back around, she casually stomped on the few people not completely maimed by the tree, and focused all of her attention on the three cars now trying to free themselves from Olivia's driveway. She leaned over them, hands on hips, inspecting them for some quality that only she understood. Gina watched them for what felt like an eternity, letting out soft thinking noises as she drummed her fingers against her hips and occasionally tapped her chin in thought.

As one sedan navigated its way back through Olivia's driveway, the other two tried to ram their way through the maple tree. Just as the sedan was about to crash through Mrs. Hudson's rose bushes into the neighbor's yard, Gina snatched it up with the announcement, “You'll do nicely.”

The passengers screamed as the enormous blonde simply lifted their car up and then tucked it into the back pocket of her jeans like it was her phone. She patted the car in her back pocket, and Jake could hear the metal buckle as she crumpled but didn't flatten it.

“Now, which one of you do I want...” she said absentmindedly as she looked down at the last two; another sedan and an old minivan whose engine squealed with effort as it tried to move the tree. Gina simply giggled and shook her head, “Ok, this one's obvious.”

She snatched up the other sedan and repeated the same process she had done to the last one.

With a soft sigh, she leaned back and then suddenly let herself drop onto the ground.

BOOM!

Jake could feel his entire house shake as Gina sat down, the sound overpowering everything else and setting off several car alarms across the neighborhood. As she leaned forward to snatch up the minivan, he could just make out the perfectly flattened sedans poking out of her back pockets, their passengers no doubt reduced to pulp.

The sound of people and metal screaming in protest brought Jake's attention back to the minivan Gina now held in her hands. Holding the minivan in her left hand, she hooked her right index finger into the back window and then sheared the top clean off like she was opening a can of sardines. Tossing the minivan's roof into the distance, the giantess smacked her lips loudly as she looked down at the minivan's occupants.

“Ya know, I'm trying to be better about snacking,” Gina began as her fingers dove into the minivan and pulled out a junior whose name Jake couldn't remember, “But it's so hard to resist when the food's right in front of you.” She carried the screaming girl up to her eyes and cocked her eyebrow like she was asking a friendly question, “Ya know what I mean?”

“Please, please don't! I don't know what I did but I'm sorry!”

The girl continued to wail and to plead as Gina tilted her head back and opened her mouth as wide as she could. She lowered the flailing junior into her mouth and then closed her lips around her own fingers before yanking the huge digits out with a pop.

Jake could hear the loud noise of Gina swallowing the girl, and he was mesmerized as he watched the girl's body bulge against the skin of Gina's throat as she passed down to the giantess's stomach. The huge blonde cleared her throat and then plucked out another person as she said, “I really should chew more. Isn't that what they used to tell people to do? If you chew like, twenty or twenty-five times you're burning all the calories you're eating?”

Gina giggled as she simply popped the screaming person into her mouth, and Jake watched as her jaw crashed down twice in quick succession before the giantess swallowed.

“Fuck that,” Gina announced as she picked up a couple that was cowering against each other. Smirking, she slid her tongue out from behind her lips and used it to split the pair. She pried the boy from the girl's arms and slurped him up into her mouth like she was eating noodles.

The girl flailed in Gina's grip, cursing and screaming as the giantess brought her right up to her lips. “Don't worry, you'll be with your boyfriend real soon,” Gina cooed as she pushed the girl's head between her immense lips and then simply jammed her in with another loud slurp. This time there was no crackling pop as she chewed the girl, instead swallowing her whole like she had the first one.

“And now we have our winner,” Gina announced as she plucked the van's driver from her seat. The senior girl was already crying, and Jake smirked as he realized it was Abby Stadler.

He had known Abby for years, they had been in plenty of classes together and for the past year they had even been lab partners. She didn't have a boyfriend and they had enough mutual friends that he figured he had a decent shot if he asked her out to Prom, just as friends. She had said no, which sucked but wasn't the end of the world. Until she had gone around the school calling him a creep and a loser.

Jake had hoped he would be able to get some kind of vengeance on her, but he always figured it would be something small and petty like going to Prom with someone hotter or maybe years down the line doing better than her professionally or something.

Instead he watched as she trembled and cried in front of Gina's big plump lips as the giantess said, “Winner winner chicken dinner.”

She lifted the girl up and took a single leg in between her lips. Abby scream for mercy turned into a wordless pain filled screech as Gina bit down, blood spurting down her pale chin as she twisted Abby about and bit down the girl's opposite arm next. The scream quickly started to fade as blood poured out of her, but a simple flick of Gina's wrist brought a new round of terrified screeches from the girl as her other arm was snapped off and then her other leg.

“Mhm,” Gina practically moaned as her gigantic tongue began to lap across Abby's frame like a lollipop. “Well, it's been fun little one,” Gina mused to the comparatively tiny teen, “But I got a whole party left to play with.”

The ground shuddered as Gina rose back up to her full sixty foot height and popped what remained of Abby Stadler into her gaping maw. Even as the world trembled beneath Gina's footfalls, Jake could hear the sound of the giantess's jaw grinding Abby into dust and he found his hand working of its own accord.

He dimly heard Gina drop the cars on the other side of Olivia's house, cutting off the exits to the backyard, right before everyone in the party seemed to scream at once.

Logan Baker stood half-naked and trembling as he stared out the window.

The window in front of him was almost completely obscured by a massive wall of pale denim. Every so often the denim would shift as the enormous muscles beneath it flexed. Just over the rise of what he was still trying to convince himself was a gigantic woman's thigh, he could see Abby Stadler's beat-up old minivan cradled in a gargantuan lap, its roof completely torn off.

Fingers as thick as his muscular legs casually plucked the passengers out one by one before sliding them past the enormous blood red lips of the gigantic blonde that had appeared just a few minutes beforehand. His nose pressed up against the glass, he watched as the giantess teased and toyed with each of his classmates like they were snacks instead of people. Even when they pleaded and cried, she continued to torture them without batting an eye.

Then she rose back up to her full height, Abby's minivan tumbling down her legs before it crashed into a crumpled heap between her thick soled boots. The whole house shook as the giantess pivoted to face it, and in the distance he heard the sound of more cars crashing down against the ground. Screams welled up from the first floor, and he could hear feet pounding throughout the whole house as people searched for somewhere safe.

Behind him, his girlfriend whimpered before asking, “Wh-why's she doing this?”

Logan turned to see Zoe sitting atop the bed with its comforter wrapped around her otherwise naked body, her clothes still strewn about the floor where they had tossed them barely ten minutes ago. He shook his head as he crossed the room and pulled her into a hug, “I don't know ba-”

His words were cut off as the wall behind them buckled.

The giant girl's fingers crashed through the top of the wall a second later, sending spiderweb cracks throughout the drywall as they wriggled about as if trying to get a grip on the house itself. Zoe screamed her head off as the knuckles turned red then white with effort, standing in stark contrast to the chipped purple nail polish adorning the enormous fingernails. A crumpling sound above them made Logan's head snap up, expecting to a see a hole or crack in the ceiling but instead finding nothing.

A grunt echoed across the world, leading to another chorus of screams and panicked movement inside the house.

“Holy shit,” Logan said as he watched the ceiling shudder. His heart hammered in his chest and his legs pushed him to a standing position, mindlessly yanking his girlfriend along with him.

Zoe cried out in pain before she crashed to the floor, still tangled up in the comforter.

The cracks along the wall deepened into true fissures as the giantess lifted the roof off of the two story house in a single unbroken piece. It floated a few feet above the building, random pieces of debris crashing off of it and back into the house, forcing everyone on the second floor to shelter in place. With another deep grunt, the enormous blonde threw the roof off to the side, and Logan heard it smash into what he could only pray wasn't a neighbor's home.

“Whew!” The giantess's voice boomed above them, drawing Logan's attention to the sky, only for his view to be blocked by the underside of her breasts. The blonde leaned forward slightly, earning another chorus of shrieks, before lifting her arm up and flexing it, her bicep bulging against the green fabric of her button-down shirt. “I'd like to see any of you runts deadlift a roof off a house,” she said with a giggle, her bright blue eyes darting from room to room, her lips moving silently as she counted up her tiny prisoners.

Zoe tugged at his leg and Logan looked down to see her trying to crawl underneath the bed, while mouthing the words, 'We need to hide.'

Slowly, Logan began to crouch down. First he dropped to his knees, then his hands and knees, and finally he laid down flat against the carpet. As he slowly started to shimmy back to hide underneath the bed, a shadow engulfed the guest bedroom.

“Oooo,” the giantess cooed, “Was somebody getting it on in here?”

Giant fingers crashed into the carpet, and Logan couldn't stop himself before he let out a terrified scream. The floor was still shaking as he watched the thick finger and thumb collapse around the comforter. The young man let out a sigh of relief that he wasn't the one being grabbed before what was about to happen truly hit him.

“Nooo!” He screamed as the giantess's fingers yanked backwards.

Zoe's wordless screech overpowered his as the giantess easily pulled her out from underneath the bed, her naked body audibly rubbing against the carpet fibers. The moment she stopped, Zoe collapsed into the fetal position, sobbing and flinching as she inadvertently touched her now raw skin. The forefinger dropped the comforter and then poked into Zoe's back, forcing the comparatively tiny girl to unfurl her body.

“Looks like you got rug burn on more than your knees tonight, slut,” the giantess announced with a smirk, “But don't worry, I can help you.”

Up above, the giantess shifted until her big plump lips hovered right over Zoe, and Logan's eyes went wide as he realized what was about to happen. A thick glob of spit bubbled up from between the thick red lips and then shot out from them with a sound like a cannon. Zoe's momentary scream of protest was cut off as the saliva hit her stomach, knocking the wind out of her, and splattering across her entire body.

Instantly, Zoe was flailing and screaming as the giantess's saliva began to stick to her skin, agitating the fresh burns as it oozed across her.

A second later, Logan overcame his terrified paralysis and rushed to her side. He desperately tried to scrape the rapidly cooling spit away from the burns but a sudden pain around his waist made him seize up. When he reached back to help her, Logan realized that Zoe was getting further and further away from him.

His arms flailing, Logan quickly found himself dangling in front of the giantess's huge face, his eyes level with the shining silver bull-ring that pierced her septum. “And you're the boy she gave it up for, huh?” The words hit him with literal physical force, his legs swaying in the breeze of the giantess's breath.

“Fuck you!” Logan shouted, too terrified and angry to come up with anything better.

“You wish,” the giantess responded, and then Logan felt something tugging at his pants leg. Looking down, his eyes went wide as he saw her fingers delicately yanking at the hem of his jeans.

“What are you doing?!” The pitch of his words rapidly increased as she gave a single hard tug and tore the jeans from his body. For a brief second, Logan felt his entire body move along with her tug, and then it snapped back in the other direction. Looking down, he watched his bare legs dangle in the air while his pants and underwear floated in tatters toward the ground.

His whole body froze in place as he felt her the hard and cool surface of her nail gently press against his genitals, lifting them slightly so they were on full display to her gigantic eyes. The massive lips before him tugged downward in a frown and her eyes briefly flickered to where Zoe was still struggling in pain.

“You could definitely do better, honey,” she announced as Logan felt her carefully weigh his penis against her fingernail, the sensation making his skin crawl, “Even for his size this is a pretty pathetic prick.”

“Please,” Logan grunted through gritted teeth.

The giantess blinked, her eyebrows shooting up as if she were amazed he could speak, “Please what?”

“Please don't hurt me...”

“Aw, are you scared of my wittle pinkie finger?” The giantess asked, and Logan looked down to see that it was indeed her pinkie finger that was resting right beneath his cock and balls.

He stammered, uncertain of which answer would anger the giantess more.

“You should be,” she said, her voice suddenly cold instead of teasing.

A stinging pain worse than any Logan had ever imagined coursed through his body followed by a wave of nausea. The intensity subsided quickly but the feeling of discomfort lingered, and the young man looked down to see the giantess pulling her pinkie finger away from his crotch.

The enormous lips in front of him smirked, and he watched her press the tip of her index finger against her gigantic thumb while she squinted, as if lining up a shot. “I wonder,” she mused aloud as she dangled him slightly higher until he was almost even with her eyes, “If I could just flick it off...”

“No, no, please! I'll do anything!”

The finger didn't flick but it remained hovering in front of him, “And what could a little bitch like you do for me?”

“I... I...” he stammered, trying to think of something.

“Yeah, that's what I thought,” she replied.

There was a loud snap that rang in his ears right before stars exploded across his vision and nausea rolled over him. Blinding pain surged through his body up from his crotch, and Logan took several seconds to realize he was screaming himself hoarse.

“And now you're useless to your little girlfriend down there,” the giantess snickered, “Not that I doubt she was getting much out of it to begin with.”

Logan was dimly aware that he was being lowered onto something, but his whole body was overwhelmed with nausea that the brief sensation of vertigo did nothing to him. His hands started to blindly drift to his crotch before he stopped himself, not wanting to feel whatever horrible damage she had down to him in a single flick. He was dimly aware of blood seeping down his legs but that was all he could feel before the bile rose in his throat. Rolling onto his side, he retched and felt his own sick splatter back up against him.

Zoe's screams forced him to open his eyes, and he saw her dangling high above his world.

“Did he ever come close to making you cum?” The giantess asked, her powerful index finger rubbing against Zoe's crotch, “Well, did he?”

She writhed in the giantess's grip, limbs flailing, groaning in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, before finally letting out a single shout, “No!”

“Mhm, I hope you heard that, dickless,” the giantess said as she continued to rub Zoe's crotch, making the comparatively tiny girl writhe in her hand, “It's important for little shits like you to know where you really stand in the world before you leave it.”

“Wha...” Logan wheezed from his place far below, his head starting to spin as he tried to make sense of everything; the pain, the humiliation, the rage inside of him.

“And I think it's equally important that your little girlfriend got to have fun once in her life too,” she said as Zoe let out a powerful groan, her whole body shuddering as the giantess's finger lifted away from her crotch. Suddenly, the finger was smashing against his face, cutting off his air and smearing a slick substance against him. “Given how much she squirts, dickless, you really should have known how much you sucked.”

Logan tried to fight back but his arms and legs felt like lead, and the giantess's single finger seemed so powerful.

“GINA!”

Another enormous voice ripped through the world like thunder, and suddenly the finger atop his face flinched away. Logan greedily sucked in air, and looked around till he spotted the wrecked guest bedroom's window.

The whole world shook as the enormous blonde, Gina he presumed, stepped back and turned to look at whoever called out to her.

The tiny man's eyes went wide as he spotted the other giantess through the cracked window. The gigantic woman stood with her feet planted firmly on either side of the house across the street, the pale bare feet were clad in thick platform sandals that looked more than half as tall as Logan was. Black denim cigarette jeans clung tightly to the giantess's long legs that rose up well above the roof of the opposite house. Above that was a plain black t-shirt pulled taught across her skinny torso and small perky breasts. Her pale skin was also adorned with tattoos though far less than the sleeve that covered Gina's right arm.

Finally, somewhere up in the heavens, Logan dimly could make out her long angular face. At first glance, he thought the gigantic woman wasn't wearing makeup, but at her size it was easy to make out the deft hints that gave her the 'natural' look. Her dark brown hair was pulled back, but Logan could still make out the blue streaks in varying shades that wound their way through it. She seemed even more menacing than the gigantic blonde as her dark eyes, framed by thick dark glasses, narrowed over an aquiline nose, seemingly emphasizing what little height she had over the 'shorter' woman.

The brunette let out a loud huff before saying, “You said you would text me the next time you got big.”

“Whatever,” Gina replied with a shrug, and Logan watched as her hand descended around him, the tiny man barely feeling the thick fingers as they wrapped around him, “You figured it out, didn't you?”

Logan's vision wavered as he was lifted up into the sky, dimly able to make out Zoe in Gina's opposite hand, practically lounging across the girl's palm in post-orgasmic bliss.

“That's not the point.”

“Here, you can kill this guy.”

Logan suddenly went weightless, the world tumbling around him as he flew through the air, barely able to make sense of what was happening to him. A panicked shriek ripped through his ears, and his whole body smashed into a warm wall of flesh before bouncing off, and rolling across gigantic thin fingers. Somewhere in the back of his head, he felt a sense of urgency and panic but his heavy limbs did nothing in response as he bounced across the fingertips and began to fall through the air once more. His limbs naturally flailed as they were buffeted by the wind howling around him, the street below growing wider and wider.

Logan's whole body shattered as it hit the ground, his vision going dark before coming back to a world where the color was rapidly draining from everything.

An annoyed voice echoed all around him, “You need to warn me before you just throw them at me, Gina!”

“Sorry, I forgot,” but the words were followed by a soft chuckle.

“Ugh,” the giantess groaned as the world rumbled beneath Logan's broken body. The brunette suddenly leaned over him, her face so distant it almost looked normal sized as she assessed him. “He's not even twitching anymore.”

“So?”

In the heavens above, the brunette grinned before looking at her friend, “Good point.”

The face pulled away and was swiftly replaced with the featureless sole of the giantess's sandal. The black sole rapidly descended, and smashed into his body all at once, turning it into a fine past before the comparatively tiny teen could process the pain.

Her front lawn looked like a battlefield.

Olivia looked through one of the few intact windows left in her house at the churned up blood soaked earth and struggled to remember what it had looked like less than half an hour ago. The pristine lawn dotted with gardens that her parents had spent the past two decades perfectly cultivating had been destroyed with a few quick stomps of a gigantic boot. A gigantic boot that was still sitting in front of her house, flecks of mud and viscera coating its smooth leather exterior.

Beyond the boots, on Jake Carruthers's front lawn, she could see a pair of enormous platform sandals standing at the end of a long bloody streak that lead to the pulpy remains of Logan Baker. Her already quaking body shuddered again as the image of his battered bloody corpse being smashed flashed in her brain.

Who were these giant monsters and why were they doing this to them?

Metal groaned in the distance, and Olivia's eyes widened as she watched one of the sandal clad feet begin to push Mr. Carruthers's car up and down like it were a toy. In the heavens above, the two enormous women were talking, and Olivia felt herself drawn closer to the window, crouching down and craning her neck to get a better look at them.

The brunette stood with her arms crossed and a frown on her face. Her dark eyes flickered between her blonde friend and Olivia's house, “I'm just saying you could have told me about it before you left.”

The blonde, who Olivia now knew was named Gina, let out a heavy sigh, “I already told you, this wasn't planned. It just sort of came up and it's been fun and there's still a bunch of them trapped in there.”

Olivia looked toward her front door, where Tyler Aull's Suburban still sat. She could see Tyler trying to kick out the front window from the driver's seat but it didn't look like he'd actually be able to dislodge the thick glass and make it out before the giantesses came back over. Still, listening to the thuds of his foot against the windshield gave her more hope than the groans of her own boyfriend on the other side of the house.

As soon as Gina had dropped the cars in front of the sliding back door, Caleb had rounded up several of his buddies and tried to tip it over. They had all stopped when the giantess tore off the roof, dust and loose plaster falling all around them, everyone expecting the second floor to be pried off next. Instead, they had been forced to listen as she had tortured Logan and Zoe for no other reason than that they were there.

When the enormous girl turned around to talk to her equally gigantic friend, the few people left on the second floor had rushed down the shaking staircase, half-dressed and crying from whatever they had seen.

With the giants distracted, Caleb and his friends were making another go of it while everyone else huddled in the living room and kitchen. Everyone except Olivia, who found herself unable to look away from the pair that towered over her childhood home, one clearly apologizing to the other for not cluing her in to the massacre earlier.

The casual way they stood over the neighborhood, toying with everything at their feet made Olivia sick to her stomach but also, she hated to admit, jealous.

There were more than a few people inside her own house at that very moment that she would love to see cowering in terror at her feet. Looking from the giantess's blood coated Doc Martens to her own Michael Kors suede booties, it was all too easy to imagine the silver chain at the bottom of the heel stained with blood. Grinding the toe of her boot against the floor, she could almost feel a tiny human body crumpling beneath it.

A terrified scream made Olivia smile for a second before she remembered that she wasn't a giantess, and her eyes went to the sky. Zoe still wriggled in Gina's hand, banging her fists futilely against the giantess's ugly rings. The enormous fingers curled inward and Zoe's scream was instantly cut off as the air was forced from her lungs.

God, Olivia thought to herself, How many times have I wished I could do that?

Zoe was only there because Logan was a good friend of Caleb's, not because Olivia actually liked her. The girl had a tendency to babble even though she never had anything to actually say, and on more than one occasion Olivia had imagined screaming at her to shut up or putting her in a little soundproof bubble. Watching the gigantic blonde do it sent a shiver down her spine, and the young woman wasn't surprised to feel that shiver linger as a tingling sensation in her crotch.

“Mhm,” she moaned quietly to herself, her fingers unconsciously playing with the hem of the flimsy red dress she had decided to wear for the party.

Looking at the punk girls standing on her lawn, Olivia also couldn't help but think that she would have made a far hotter giantess than the pair. With her dark hair, tan skin and classic figure she was already naturally blessed with good looks but Olivia worked hard to ensure she was well dressed and on point. Lipstick that accentuated her full lips, clothes that hugged her in the right places, and being disciplined enough to eat right and exercise.

She shouldn't just tower over this development or their small town.

Olivia Hudson should loom over cities like New York or LA with stupid bitches like them running to avoid her feet.

Powerful crashes sent Olivia toppling over onto her backside, and instantly broke her from her daydream. Embarrassment flooded through her body as she felt a faint dampness in her panties, so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't realized how aroused she had been getting.

“And fine, Michelle, you can have this one too,” Gina's voice boomed through the air, finishing a conversation that Olivia hadn't paid attention to.

“Thank you,” the brunette thundered in response as another of Zoe's terrified screams reached Olivia's ears.

The whole house began to shake as Gina squared up in front of it again, the toe of her boot dominating Olivia's view of the outside world. “Fuck,” Gina's expletive rattled the window in its frame, “They all ran downstairs.”

“So?” Came Michelle's response, the giantess sounding almost bored.

A scream from Zoe followed the question, only to be completely overpowered by Gina's whining response, “Second floors are heavy.”

“Again, so? You told me you can deadlift, like, almost two hundred pounds.”

“I did that once,” the ground quaked as the giantess planted her feet firmly apart. Behind her, Olivia could hear the sound of her guests all whimpering at once as they realized what was about to happen.

Wood cracked and drywall crumbled as the giantess shoved her fingers through the walls of Olivia's house. The spiderweb cracks that had spread across the ceiling when she removed the roof deepened into broad fissures and plaster poured around Olivia like a sudden blizzard as the gigantic girl tore the building apart. A distinct grunt echoed across the world as the second floor was visibly lifted off the first, and then went flying back behind the house.

A horrific crash filled the world, rattling Olivia's bones and shattering the glass window in front of her as Gina simply tossed the second floor of the house onto the backyard.

She could dimly hear Caleb let out an angry wail as the debris wedged the totaled car firmly against the back door, cutting off any hope of escape. Olivia had little interest in the people behind her though, instead staring up at the god-like beings above her.

Gina stood with her hands on her hips, her chest rising and falling as she sucked in slow deep breaths. Meanwhile, Michelle stood next to her with an amused look on her face, all of her attention on the relatively tiny girl trapped in her hand.

Olivia's eyes went wide as she saw Zoe's limp and twisted right arm hanging off the side of Michelle's palm. The giantess held the girl's left arm between her thumb and forefinger, rolling the limb back and forth as her pale lips grinned wider and wider. Zoe screamed and pleaded as the bones in her arm began to crackle between the giantess's digits but that only made the enormous brunette smile more.

Silence reigned as the giantess moved on to Zoe's left leg, a horrible snap echoing across the air as she latched on to the comparatively small girl's foot. Michelle then placed her index and middle fingers behind Zoe's leg before settling her thumb on top of her knee.

“No, no, please,” they could all hear Zoe words.

Crack!

The giantess's thumb pulverized Zoe's knee, bending her entire leg in the wrong direction with barely any effort at all. As Zoe howled in pain, Michelle simply cackled with glee as she watched the girl writhe in her hand. The jerky seizures became slower and slower until they finally stopped when Zoe presumably passed out from the pain.

“Lame,” Michelle announced, extending her hand to show Zoe's limp body to Gina, “Only got through three before she went unconscious.”

“Pathetic,” Gina replied with a smirk as she plucked up Zoe by her still functional leg and dangled her above the crowd of party-goers. The blonde said nothing as she let Zoe plummet down, sending people running in all directions before the unconscious girl smacked hard into the floor, her skull cracking open on impact.

Amid the terrified screams, Olivia heard several people vomit as blood began to pool around Zoe's crumpled body. The stench of bile and sour beer flooded her nostrils, quickly displacing the smell of blood and viscera that lingered in the air.

Shadows rolled across the house as Michelle squatted down, her knees jutting out over the walls, “Look at them go.”

Glancing back over her shoulder, Olivia watched as people pushed against each other to escape the living room and Zoe's broken body. All that remained were Caleb and his friends, all of them pressed up against the wall, their heads darting from the scene at their feet to the giantesses towering above them. As his eyes flicked back to Zoe, Caleb caught sight of Olivia sprawled out at the front of the house, only a flimsy wall separating her from Gina's boots.

'No' she mouthed but he was already on the move toward her.

“Oh ho,” Gina's voice echoed out, “A challenger emerges.”

The giantess moved with terrifying speed, swinging her leg over a wall that barely reached the midway point of her shin to slam her boot down in front of Caleb. The whole building shuddered, and a gust of wind blew out in all directions, carrying with it the fetid stench of all the people Gina had already ground beneath her feet.

Olivia gagged rather than scream as the backside of the boot landed before her, making her scramble away from it until she was pressed up against the wall. Her eyes traveled up the backside, the back seams almost as wide as she was, until she found herself staring at a loop of fabric at the top of the boot and the thick muscular leg that rose above it. The floor groaned as the giantess shifted her weight ever so slightly.

“Do you think you can fight me, little man?” Gina growled, her words making the crowd hush.

Leaning around the heel, Olivia watched as Caleb nervously backed away, his head craning backward to take in the gigantic woman. He stammered as he tried to respond, “I-I-I...”

“Y-y-yo-you what?” Gina thundered back.

Caleb's jaw continued to move but no sound came out of his mouth.

“You suck,” Gina roared and the leather in front of Olivia flexed and shoved forward.

She screamed as she watched the toe smash into Caleb and send him flying into his friends, bowling them over. But the boot didn't stop, instead it plowed through them with a sickening crunch, tossing two of them aside while driving Caleb and the rest through the wall into the car, and then up into the air.

Gina's booted foot smashed back down atop the remnants of the wall and a second later Caleb and his boys splattered into what little remained of the second story. A few moans bubbled up but then the car crashed back to the earth, instantly silencing them with a deafening crash.

Bile rose in Olivia's throat as she watched Gina pivot her foot on its heel and smash it down onto one of Caleb's friends who didn't go flying into the air. The thick linebacker didn't even have time to offer any token resistance before the weighty sole turned him into a fine paste.

Michelle's hand shot out and snatched up the other boy who had escaped the kick, one of Caleb's lacrosse teammates, and hoisted him up into the air. He started to scream the moment he came to, but Olivia couldn't see what was happening, her view blocked entirely by the legs of the enormous women.

There was a soft snap somewhere in the heavens, and then Gina said, “Really?”

Olivia heard a loud gulp before Michelle replied, “What? I'm hungry.”

The bile surged up and Olivia puked it out as she realized why the lacrosse player wasn't screaming anymore. Another soft snap filled the air, followed by a quiet continuous crunching as Michelle undoubtedly ground his body between her teeth. Shadows shifted as Gina lifted her foot out of the house and Michelle returned to her full height, allowing Olivia a glimpse of the lacrosse player's legs as they were popped into her mouth like a pair of cheese doodles.

The giantess dusted her hands off on her jeans as her eyes raked over the remnants of Olivia's house. “And just what do you think you're doing?” She said, pointing an accusatory finger somewhere in the area of the laundry room.

Screams bubbled up as the giantess bent forward with her hand outstretched. A dozen people screamed as she grabbed them up, shoving them together into a struggling ball of humanity as she tried to close her hand. As people squirmed, Olivia watched several people wriggle free only to instantly fall toward the earth. Bodies landed with soft thumps all around the house, each one making her flinch and others scream while Michelle simply chuckled.

“What were they doing?” Gina asked, and the ground shook as she took one big step over Olivia's house, further demolishing the second story that covered the backyard.

Bits of glass rained down from the broken window as Michelle walked around the side of the house, the thick soles of her sandals obliterating the rose bushes as she went. “Look,” the brunette explained, “They were trying to shove this runt through a little window but then he got stuck.”

Gina immediately giggled and her legs stretched over the house as she squatted down to get a better look at the escape attempt. The whole house shuddered as she latched onto the side of it and yanked out a chunk of wall.

A single terrified wail filled the air as she lifted the intact piece of wall into the sky.

Olivia could see a pair of legs sticking out of a window in the center, though she had no idea who it was besides a boy.

“Aw, look at you, you little chubber,” Gina cooed, the young boy screaming as she pressed her finger against his face, “I bet you knew that you wouldn't fit through, didn't you?”

“Y-yes!” The boy screamed, too high to be any of the seniors that Olivia had invited, instantly marking him as someone's younger brother who had tagged along.

“And why couldn't you fit?”

A crunching noise preceded a chorus of screams, and Olivia turned to see Michelle's grasping fingers return to her overstuffed hand full of people. She pried another wriggling person from the group, easily shaking off any attempts to stop her, and then lifted them up to her lips. Her tongue snaked out and licked the screaming girl before she opened her mouth wide and tossed her in like she was a gigantic piece of candy. Olivia could just make out the tongue assaulting the terrified girl, curling around her midsection before the lips sealed shut and a muffled snap echoed across the sky.

“C-c-c-cause I'm f-f-fat,” the young boy sobbed.

“That's right,” Gina smirked, “You're a fat little pig.”

The boy continued to sob, repeating the giantesses words as he did, “I am a fat little pig.”

“Aw, don't cry, piggy,” Gina replied as she gripped the hunk of wall in both hands, “I have a gift for you.”

“You do?” The boy managed to say between sobs.

“Uh huh,” Gina nodded, a smile lighting up her billboard-sized face.

The wall crumbled apart as she applied a little pressure and then easily caught the young man in her now empty hand. The chubby boy immediately cried out, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” before he pressed his lips into the gigantic girl's palm over and over again.

“Ugh, you're not gonna keep that little pig are you?” Michelle asked as she bit into another person, quickly licking up the blood that dribbled down her chin while Olivia fought to keep down another wave of bile.

“Please!” The boy cried out as Gina rose back to her full height.

“Pfft, no,” Gina said as her fist began to enclose around the chubby young man, who began to panic a second too late to do anything. “This little piggy,” she smirked as she wound up like she was about to throw a baseball, “Is going all the way home!”

On the last word she threw her arm forward and let the boy fly.

His scream quickly dwindled in volume as his body sailed across the sky, no doubt flying over half a dozen streets before he even started to fall. Olivia found herself pulling her knees to her chest when she realized she wouldn't even be able to hear the body hit the ground based on how hard Gina had thrown the boy.

“How many are even left?” The blonde asked, casting a gaze toward the kitchen.

“Not many,” Michelle replied, stepping into Olivia's house for the first time. Her thick soled sandals tore down what remained of the wall between the living room and front parlor, sending up a cloud of dust that hung to the suede of the shoe. Olivia found herself cowering back from the immense foot while in awe of how well cared for it clearly was; the skin was alabaster white and smooth as silk with shiny nails coated in a nude polish that glinted in the dim light.

A chorus of whimpers and cries bubbled up from the kitchen, and Michelle dragged her sandal forward, the heavy piece of footwear grinding against the floor. The giantess bent down and her fingers began to play with the thick silver buckle that secured the sandal to her foot. She paused before sliding her foot out of the sandal, glancing back at Gina, “Unless you mind?”

The enormous blonde shrugged, “All yours.”

Michelle squealed in delight as she took off her shoe and lifted her bare foot into the sky. Olivia's eyes went wide as she stared up at the wrinkled sole and watched the toes wiggle about. The cries turned to terrified screams as the sole came down with terrifying speed.

Boom!

The sound of Michelle's foot crashing into the floor rang in Olivia's ears, silencing the terrified shouts instantly. As the ringing faded, Olivia heard a continuous squelching noise as the ground continued to tremble beneath her body. Unable to help herself, Olivia crawled into the living room and turned her head to look at the kitchen.

Her jaw dropped and though she wanted to shut her eyes, Olivia found herself unable to look away.

The brunette's long narrow sole was covered in blood and viscera that stood in sharp contrast to her pale skin. Her long toes wiggled atop the remains of several of Olivia's friends and classmates, grinding their bones and muscles into a light red paste that clung to the spongy flesh between Michelle's toes. The giantess peeled her bloody foot off of the tile floor before smashing it down once again, giggling with delight as more squelches echoed across the empty house.

Olivia's whole body felt empty as she watched the giant woman.

“Are you done yet?” Gina asked.

“Yeah, just about,” Michelle replied as she angled her big toe over a pile of guts and smashed it down onto them with a soft pop, “There.”

The enormous brunette bent down and Olivia heard her unbuckle the sandal she was still wearing before lifting it up into the sky. The ground shook and a shadow rolled over the world as Michelle reached for the other one.

Olivia looked up, and their eyes met.

“Oh my God, we missed one,” Michelle said, still picking up her sandal and holding the pair like she was simply sore from wearing them instead of having a foot coated in blood.

“Well, I also have these guys,” Gina announced, and Olivia looked over her shoulder to see the blonde holding Tyler's SUV in her hand, the roof now removed like she had done with Abby Stadler's mininvan.

“Oooo, snacks,” Michelle reached over and snatched Tyler's girlfriend up, the struggling blonde disappearing behind the brunette's lips before she could scream.

Olivia had never liked Tyler's girlfriend, she was too pushy by half.

That thought energized the terrified girl and she screamed, “I want to be big!”

The duo paused, both of them too busy chewing on her classmates to respond, instead Gina simply cocked an eyebrow in response.

“Please, I want to be big like you two!” She cried out, “I want to crush buildings beneath my feet. I deserve to crush buildings beneath my feet!”

Gina swallowed whoever she was eating, and extended the truck to Michelle who snatched another person out of it. The blonde let her big blue eyes settle on Olivia, and the comparatively smaller girl felt herself shaking beneath the weight of the giantess's gaze. “You want to be big, huh?”

“Yes!” She stamped her foot against the ground, imagining the quake that her heel would make if she were their size.

The two giantesses looked at each other and Olivia's eyes bounced between them. Michelle shrugged and Gina shrugged back before they both nodded. The relatively tiny girl felt her heart skip a beat as she realized she had somehow been deemed worthy, a smile already forming on her face.

“Alright,” Gina announced, “You can be big.”

“Thank you!” Olivia cried out.

The blonde lifted her hand up into the air and simply snapped her fingers.

A second later warmth felt like it was running up through Olivia's feet from the earth itself. As the warmth reached her crotch she let out a low moan, her whole body shuddering with arousal as the warmth spread through her, pushing her up and up. She shouted in ecstasy as she felt herself expanding outward, her hands rolling over her body of their own accord as she went.

And then she felt something hard hit her in the back, and the warmth instantly stopped as she toppled forward. Olivia screamed as her body crashed through what remained of her house's exterior wall, and then something heavy smashed down against her entire torso.

She flailed wildly and squirmed with all of her might but the warm weight kept her pinned with ease. Turning her head from side to side, she saw Gina's boots, smaller but as she placed a hand atop the toe she realized that they were still easily five or six times too big. The back of her head was pummeled by what she quickly realized were Michelle's toes while Gina flicked her hand off of her boot.

“Who said you could touch my boots, bitch?” Gina snapped before smashing the tread down upon Olivia's arm, instantly turning it into little more than gristle.

The overgrown girl screamed in pain, tears flowing down her cheeks as Michelle increased the pressure. The ball of the giantess's foot ground down into Olivia's shoulder blades while the heel crushed down on her hips.

“Stuck up little bitch,” Michelle growled and the pressure briefly relented before she stomped down again. Two soft pops sounded like gunshots in Olivia's ears, the single stomp dislocating both a shoulder and a hip.

“Please,” she screamed through gritted teeth, “I'm sorry.”

Leather smashed into her face as Gina kicked her, “Shut up.”

Sharp blinding pain radiated from Olivia's nose and blood began to pour out of it, rushing down her lips and the back of throat. She blubbered but only spat blood out as the air was forced from her lungs by Michelle's powerful foot.

“You're pathetic,” Michelle's voice thundered, “A pitiful little bitch.”

The wide sole of Gina's Doc Martens settled atop of Olivia's skull, pushing her face down into what remained of her front lawn. All she could taste was blood and dirt as the giantess gently swiped her boot back and forth, using Olivia's hair to clean the viscera from the treads.

“You don't deserve to be our size,” Michelle continued as Olivia's rib cage felt like it was being compressed into a too small space, “You're just something people like us regret stepping in.”

The force against Olivia's back increased tenfold as Michelle put all of her weight onto the ball of her foot. The slender sole smashed through Olivia's chest; severing her spine and turning her organs to mush as the toes gripped them and curled tight.

The fifteen foot tall girl, big to everyone else but barely rising past the giantess's shins, seized once then collapsed.

Jake's heart was beating hard in his chest as he stared out his window at the two gargantuan women. A sickening crunch made him flinch as Gina pressed the ball of her foot down on Olivia Hudson's skull, turning it into more viscera stuck in her boot treads. His stomach tightened as he reached over to grab a towel, his eyes flickering from the mess in his lap to the mess that squelched between Michelle's immense toes.

Did I just? He asked himself as he began to wipe up his seed, before he simply shook his head to dismiss the thought.

“So why are you even out here anyway?” Michelle's voice thundered somewhere above the neighborhood.

Jake scooted his chair forward and leaned out of his window to look up at her. He had seen the brunette several times at Axe Grinder, she didn't play any card games or wargames but he had seen her flip through RPG books while she waited for Gina. Of course, Jake also knew her from Gina's instagram feed, where she made routine appearances in all sorts of group pics. She was cute, Jake reasoned before looking down at his already stirring member and realizing that she was actually very hot but she wasn't cool like Gina was.

“Oh, one of my little admirers didn't come to the draw tonight,” Gina replied, dragging her booted foot across the Hudsons' driveway. She bowled over cars and left a trail of guts across the pavement before adding, “The party was bothering him and I offered to deal with it.”

With the phrase 'little admirer' Jake felt all the hope and excitement he had felt earlier that night scooped out of him, making him feel like his chest was suddenly empty. He swayed in his seat, suddenly growing woozy as he realized that Gina probably knew about his stupid crush and already thought he was pathetic when he liked the weeks-old obvious thirst trap she had posted.

“Aw, that's so sweet of you, G,” Michelle said as she stepped into the street, the houses shaking as she left a trail of blood foot prints on the asphalt, “Which one is he in?”

Jake's empty chest was suddenly filled by a heart beating so hard it threatened to crack his sternum.

“Oh he's probably watching us right now,” Gina replied, which made Jake push his chair back from the window.

Everything shook and rumbled as Michelle walked down the street, the sound of wood splintering and glass exploding echoed out as she asked, “This one?”

“Nope.”

“Ok, then how about this one,” there was a horrific crash as Michelle undoubtedly kicked in several walls.

Fear pumped through Jake's veins as he scrambled to stand up and run, before he tripped over his own pants. Cursing quietly to himself, he struggled to yank them back up from where they were trapped around his ankles.

Then a shadow fell over his driveway, and he heard the house groan, “Third time's the charm, right?”

“I don't knoooooooow,” Gina cooed.

Jake whimpered, unable to yank his pants up over his trembling legs.

The immense brunette giggled, “Well if he's not in here then you won't mind if I...” The house released several low rumbling groans as the stress built up as Michelle undoubtedly pressed harder against it. Cracks formed in Jake's ceiling, and he found himself unable to do anything other than curl up into a ball, covering his head as he realized what was about to happen.

“Oh shit, wait,” Gina's voice rang out, “That is it.”

“I knew it!” Michelle giggled and suddenly the house creaked as the pressure relented, the frame and foundation resettling into their new, no doubt heavily damaged, state. The world shuddering as Michelle set her feet squarely down on either side of his house once again.

Jake sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm himself as he looked out the window only to find the shadows outside darkening. “What the...” he muttered to himself.

Harsh cracking sounds rang in his ears as fissures exploded across his wall. Looking up at where several of the spider web-like breaks started, he watched the drywall bulge outward and then disappear in a cloud of dust as a massive finger drove its way through. Jake couldn't stop himself from screaming as he realized that Michelle was tearing the roof right off from over his head, just like Gina had done to Olivia's house.

The roof peeled up off the wall as the fingers wrenched upwards, dust and plaster falling all around Jake before he heard a horrible ripping noise. The roof split at its apex, and Michelle simply tossed the section of house she had torn off into the backyard like it was any other piece of trash. Shingles, hunks of wood, and junk his parents had stored in the attic tumbled down into his room as Michelle's face suddenly filled the sky.

Her lips spread wide into a toothy grin as her dark eyes locked onto him, “Oh my God, G.”

“What?” Asked the blonde, the world shaking from her footfalls before her face suddenly appeared beside her friend's.

Jake blinked away tears as he curled deeper into a ball, his hands fumbling for the jeans he had barely managed to raise up to his shins.

“He's not wearing any pants,” Michelle managed to say between giggles.

A huge finger tip slammed into the teen's side and he immediately shouted in pain while his body unfurled in response. He turned to see the sparkly purple nail polish that Gina was wearing coating the thick nail hanging above him. Beyond it, past a thick silver ring, he saw Gina's enormous face and where he expected to see shock and disgust, he instead saw amusement.

“Aw, was my little fanboy unable to stop himself when he saw me?” Gina asked as her powerful finger smashed into Jake's chest, knocking the wind from him before it settled atop him.

The heavy weight didn't stop him from breathing but the relatively tiny man wasn't able to draw enough breath to shout. With her bright blue eyes staring down at him though, Jake knew some kind of answer was expected, and he found himself slowly nodding his head up and down.

Michelle laughed above him while Gina simply smirked, “And did you like seeing me wreck that stupid party?”

The finger moved gently up Jake's frame, the nail now hovering just above his neck. Sweat blossomed across his brow as he found himself able to take a deeper breath but all he did was nod and shout, “Yes, Gina!”

Jake watched as Gina's eyes narrowed, as if she were watching the tiny beads of sweat roll down his forehead before she casually asked, “Are you scared, Jake?”

“I... I...” He stammered, too terrified to answer a question where the wrong answer could see him getting decapitated by an overgrown nail.

“Answer the question, runt,” Michelle growled from on high.

Jake yelped in response and squirmed unconsciously beneath Gina's finger, which quickly earned him a brief increase in pressure. When the finger gently lifted off of him and he could breathe again, Jake reminded himself that honesty was the best policy and shouted, “Yes!”

“Good,” her voice was cool and calm, “Cause you've seen what just one of my fingers can do, right?”

Jake shuddered as he thought about Logan Baker and his bloodied crotch, “Yes!”

“Kiss it.”

Before Jake had processed the absurdity of the demand, his body moved to comply. The finger lifted off just enough so he could lift his head up and press his lips against the shimmery purple nail. The finger continued to move and he continued to pepper it with kisses. At first there was no taste as he traveled down the nail and then a foul gunk pressed against his lips when they pressed against the space beneath the nail. Finally, he began to kiss her actual skin and he was assaulted by the flavors and scents of her rampage; coppery blood, chalky construction materials, and the faintest hint of a chemical fruit flavor left over from a soap or lotion.

The fingertip lifted away and Jake reached after it before he managed to stop himself, his cheeks instantly flushing with embarrassment. The soft fingertip pressed down against his head, and he yelped in pain as he was shoved about, only to realize that the giantess was simply patting his head like he was some kind of tiny pet.

Slowly, his heart still racing and his body shaking, Jake stood and pulled his pants up with him as he went. He looked skyward to see the two giantesses looking at each other before Michelle simply offered a shrug.

Before Jake could figure out what the shared look could possibly mean, Gina's fingers surrounded him. Her thumb smacked against his chest and her index and middle finger prevented him from toppling over. “You're coming with me, little dude,” Gina said.

With no further warning, Jake found himself being pulled up into the sky, his legs kicking around as they left solid ground behind quickly. “Oh God,” he managed to shout as the ground expanded far out below.

Gina quickly reached her full height and lifted him up to her massive breasts, each one looked big enough to crush him completely. “Don't worry, Jake, you'll be perfectly safe,” her voice shockingly calm as she dangled him above her chest.

The young man's eyes widened as he looked down into the shadowy depths of her cleavage, a silent prayer of thanks passed through his mind as he took a deep breath to calm himself before his body was lowered. A deep laugh rumbled up from below as his body then swung hard to its right where Gina's free hand was holding a chest pocket wide open.

“There you go,” Gina cooed as she dropped him into the pocket, his body bouncing against the fabric and her soft covered breast before hitting the bottom. Looking skyward, he saw her wink down at him before the pocket's opening narrowed to barely anything, “All safe and snug.”

His body was smashed from the outside, and his prison swung about as Gina patted the pocket, as if double checking that he was actually there..

Jake's head was spinning as the giantesses began to walk, but he clearly heard Michelle's thunderous voice say, “I bet he thought he was going between your boobs.”

Laughter rumbled all around him as Gina replied, “Probably.”

The two giantesses walking sounded like a continuous thunderstorm as Jake swayed back and forth inside the narrow chest pocket of Gina's shirt. He flailed his limbs about every few steps, desperately trying to right himself so he could at least figure out where the two enormous girls were going.

“God it's been too long since I was big!” Michelle suddenly shouted.

Gina stopped walking, and Jake dug his fingers into the thin fabric of her shirt, yanking himself up until his head popped out between what he realized was thin cotton.

The world shook around him as the almost seventy foot tall brunette dropped her enormous sandals, and broke into a dead run. The terrible crashing sound of the platform sandals landing atop a pair of cars was completely overtaken by the cacophony created by Michelle taking half-a-dozen rapid steps before leaping into the air. The young man gasped as the giant girl sailed over two rows of houses before landing on a distant street.

KRAKOOM!

Dust and debris shot up around her legs as a house was reduced to little more than rubble beneath her. She threw her hands up in the air like she was a gymnast who stuck a landing at the Olympics, and turned to look back over her shoulder at Gina, “How'd I do?”

“Five out of seven,” the blonde shot back.

Michelle stuck her tongue out in response, and light from the streetlamps below glinted off a stud. Jake shuddered as he thought of the people the huge brunette had eaten; each one of them having to contend with the hefty steel ball in the center of the pink monstrosity.

The world pitched forward and Jake couldn't stop himself from letting out a terrified scream, his knuckles going white as all of his weight pushed down against the green fabric of Gina's pocket. Below him, the giant simply hooked her fingers under the straps of the immense sandals and lifted them up. As she stood back up, Jake watched as fragments of the cars they had crushed fell away before the chassis themselves peeled off and crashed into a lawn far below.

“C'mon,” Gina said as she walked toward her friend, not even glancing down to see where she was walking, “We should get going.”

Meanwhile Jake's eyes were glued to the streets below, where Gina's Doc Martens left bloody imprints every couple of dozen feet. Then her boot crashed down onto someone's lawn, tearing apart sod and churning up the ground beneath, while a fence exploded into kindling beneath her toe. An old metal swingset screamed as it was twisted beneath her next footfall, and then a shed exploded beneath her opposite heel when she finally came to a stop beside the house Michelle had destroyed.

Gina finally looked down, but her blue eyes didn't even flicker toward Jake, instead focusing on the pile of shifting rubble around Michelle's wiggling blood stained feet. Looking back toward the heavens, Jake saw that the brunette was grinning from ear to ear as she said, “No, we should have just a little bit more fun. It's been way too long since we've done this.”

The living wall behind Jake heaved upward as Gina sighed, and then shadows danced across his world as she casually folded her arms.

“Pleeeeeeeease?” Michelle's fingers playfully tugged at Gina's arms, making Jake's entire world shake with each attempt. Far below, Michelle kicked some rubble about, “It looks like there's a serious problem with the gas lines in this town.”

Jake looked back and forth between the two giantesses, trying to make sense of the brunette's words. From his place on her chest, the comparatively tiny man could just barely see Gina's lips suddenly twitch into a smirk, “It does seem pretty bad. Something really big might even blow up if no one does anything...”

It sounded like artillery was going off next to Jake as Michelle suddenly clapped her hands together, “Yes! Like what?”

“Something like that,” the blonde giantess said, her arms lifting off her chest before she pointed across the town to a cluster of bright white lights near the highway. Even uncertain of where they were, Jake instantly knew she was pointing at a cluster of big-box stores wedged against the interstate. Ostensibly, they were supposed to bring people into town and boost the economy. In reality, they did the opposite by pulling locals toward the highway while being a quick stop off for people already traveling.

“Oh my God! Yes!” Michelle practically screamed, and below them Jake swore he heard glass breaking. The brunette snatched her shoes from Gina before skipping off toward the lights on the edge of town, her bloodied feet smashing through trees and homes alike as she went.

The world started to shift and shake again as Gina started to follow her friend, continuing to not care where her feet landed. “Maybe we're more like a tornado tonight,” the giantess mused to herself as she casually kicked a pickup into someone's living room like it was a piece of trash in her path.

Jake opened his mouth, wanting to ask what the hell Gina meant but a terrified scream from below cut him off. He looked down to see a middle-aged woman standing beside a firepit in her backyard, clutching her chest in terror as she took in the enormous young woman standing over her. She briefly looked back, clearly still trying to comprehend Michelle's passing just a second before.

“Sorry, hun, no witnesses today,” Gina announced with a giggle as the woman turned back around only to find the giantess's tread hovering over her. A simple squelch and the comparatively tiny woman was gone. “Mhm, what a great night, huh?” Gina said as her hands went up and played with the bun of hair atop her head.

Jake tried to offer a stammering response but Michelle's voice completely overpowered him, “I wish we could do this, like, every fucking week.”

“Then there'd be nothing to play with,” Gina replied as she dropped the hair-tie into her pocket, the thick band of fabric-covered rubber smacking against Jake hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. The giantess's chest rumbled behind him, “Not that there's gonna be much left after tonight anyway.”

“God damn right,” Michelle replied as she leaned over a store and dangled her sandals over its roof. Her hand suddenly opened, and the hefty platform shoes plummeted through the sky before smashing through the roof and crashing down onto the floor below. A chorus of terrified screams bubbled up from below and the brunette simply looked down into the hole she had created, “Excuse me, are you guys still open?”

Gina cackled with glee as she ran her fingers through her thick blonde tresses, “You get started I want to take my boots off first.”

The gigantic brunette was already smashing one of her blood stained feet into the hole. “What I'm really looking for is a new polish for my toenails,” she said as more people screamed, “Something that would really pop against all the gore. I was thinking, like, kinda neon?” She brought her other foot through the ceiling, widening the hole as she did, before simply kicking it out and smashing through part of the store's front wall.

Meanwhile, Jake found himself pitching forward once more as Gina bent down and quickly untied the thick laces of her boots. She hummed to herself as sounds of Michelle's rampage filled their ears, and Jake realized that given how close he was to her chest that he could feel the sound more than hear it. The humming started to reverberate in his own skull as Gina pried off her boots and then peeled off a pair of dark gray socks that she then neatly laid atop the mouths of her boots.

As she stood back up to her full height, Jake could see the destruction that Michelle had already wrought. She held an employee in each hand, both of them flailing wildly against her grip as she continued to smash their store apart. Michelle squeezed one of them as she turned to Gina, holding the struggling man out so she could see him. “They apparently don't even sell nail polish, can you believe that?” Michelle giggled.

Gina simply laughed, while Jake could only stare with wide eyes at the terrified middle aged man. Dressed in a blue polo and khakis, Jake instantly knew why his store didn't sell nail polish but that didn't stop the titanic young women from enjoying their bit.

“That's unacceptable,” Gina replied as she pinched the man's head between her thumb and forefinger, “My nails are starting to chip.” The man's screams lasted barely a second before his head exploded, blood shooting up to coat the blonde's fingers. She grimaced and wiped the man's blood on his own khakis before Michelle dropped his corpse onto the ground below.

Jake whimpered as he watched Gina start to reach for him with the same fingers, the arousal he had felt in his own room quickly souring into fear because of his front row seat. The fear kept him paralyzed though, unable to even flail his arms as she gripped him with her thumb and forefinger and lifted him into the sky.

His stomach twisted itself into knots as his limbs swung wildly through the air. Wind howled in his ears before he suddenly hovered over something shockingly warm. The smell of feet and leather hit him a second later and suddenly Jake knew where he was, and when his head stopped spinning he was able to confirm it. Gina was dangling him over one of her socks.

“You shouldn't be that heavy,” the blonde said, more to herself than Jake as she started to gently lower him. His feet hit the warm, slightly damp sock and he instantly recoiled in disgust, but the thick piece of fabric didn't immediately plummet into the boot when she released him. Instead, it felt like he was sitting on a broad more comfortable, if undeniably smelly, hammock. “There we go, a great view for my little admirer,” Gina cooed from on high before she raised her eyebrows suggestively as she looked down at him, “And don't worry, little dude, I won't mind if you... ya know...”

In the heavens above him, her gigantic hand made a smooth jerk off motion.

“Oh God...” he whimpered, suddenly horrified by the prospect. Bile rose in his throat as he suddenly remembered what he had done earlier that night as Gina tortured his classmates.

Even from his place up atop her boots, Jake felt the earth tremble as Gina stepped back away from him, and then pivoted on the ball of her pale foot to look down at the store next to the Best Buy. She lifted her right foot high into the sky and Jake watched as the toes wiggled, dropping balls of lint as big as his head onto the roof, before crashing down through it. New, more panicked, screams pierced the night before Gina smashed her other foot through the back wall, exposing the stock room to the world and toppling tens of thousands of dollars worth of merchandise onto a terrified group of cowering people.

Jake stared mesmerized as her foot crashed down onto the stock and what he could only assume were the stock boys beneath. Cardboard boxes crumpled while their contents were pulverized by the immense wall of flesh. Muffled screams and cries for help were silenced as Gina twisted her immense foot back and forth like she was stubbing out a cigarette.

Watching her foot flex back and forth, the skin turning a bright pink as she applied more pressure, Jake felt his manhood stir. Looking out at the destruction, and then down at his crotch, all the young man could ask himself was, “Why?”

Then the gigantic foot twisted about again, and he caught sight of her toenails, painted a rich bottle green color that shone brilliantly in the light of the store's backroom. Slowly the great appendage lifted off, and his eyes followed the trails of viscera from the ground below to where the blood and guts formed strange entrancing patterns against her sole. She smashed her foot down again, mashing the boxes and junk into the bodies of the employees with ease all while her musical laughter echoed across the night.

Jake suddenly found himself leaning back against her sock, breathing in the scent of her feet as he did; a heady combination of her funky sour sweat, a hint of flowers from some detergent or soap, and the leather of the boots she had been wearing all day. The sky above him was dominated by Gina and Michelle as they lifted their feet high before smashing them back into the store.

His hand began to work on its own as he let out a low moan.

The two giantesses giggled as they braced themselves against each other and began to madly stomp across the row of big box stores like they were smashing grapes. Metal groaned, brick walls collapsed, and people screamed in terror as they began to dance with each other. Michelle twirled her shorter partner into the parking lot and cars soared into the air before crashing back down onto the earth. Yanking the blonde girl back, the immense brunette tried to swoop her down but quickly lost her grip.

The broad sixty-five foot tall girl roared with laughter as she fell, and crashed across what little remained of the storefronts. Rubble and bricks got twisted up in Gina's hair but she simply giggled as she began to wave her arms and legs about like she was creating a snow angle in the rubble.

Meanwhile, Michelle simply bent down and fished her sandals out of the remains of a Best Buy before she sitting down on top of it. The rubble turned to dust beneath her tight butt and coated the backside of her jeans as she slid the platform sandals onto her still bloodied but now dry feet.

Jake simply lay atop Gina's sock, amid his own mess, completely unconcerned by the destruction around him. The blonde giantess's face appeared above him, and he didn't even flinch as she smiled down at him, her finger hovering menacingly above.

“You're coming home with me, little guy,” she cooed before her finger drilled down from the heavens. The sudden movement made Jake flail and screech but her finger stabbed into the sock rather than his comparatively small body. He plummeted instantly, the fabric falling down around him as the sock smacked against the insole of the boot.

He felt his prison yanked skyward, and Jake realized there was nothing he could do but try and comprehend her words as he felt her begin to walk once more.

“Mhm,” Jake moaned quietly to himself as he came to, instinctively stretching out as he did. A thick warm blanket moved with his body as he took in a slow breath and let it out as a single soft sigh. He could dimly hear birds chirping in the distance and looking up he could see sunlight play across the ceiling.

Wait, he suddenly thought, my room doesn't get any sunlight in the morning.

Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Jake realized that his ceiling wasn't vaulted and even if it was it wouldn't be...

Oh no, he thought as it all hit him.

Sitting upright, he looked down to see that the 'blanket' draped on top of him was a thick gray sock that reeked of Gina's sweat. The 'bed' beneath him was a laundry basket filled to the brim with her dirty clothes, and he was simply a roughly six inch tall man sitting atop it.

Memories of the night before came rushing back to him.

After they destroyed the stores by the highway, the enormous blonde had trapped him at the bottom of her boot and walked out of town alongside her titanic friend. Despite the way the sock had muffled the world beyond, Jake had still been able to hear the two of them chatting away like it was any other Friday night as they talked about their jobs, what they wanted to do that weekend, and what their friends were up to. They had simply prattled on like they weren't destroying streets and houses beneath their feet.

Without his phone, Jake had no way of telling how much time had passed within the boot, but eventually the pair stopped and he heard a single loud snap echo across the world. A freezing shock ran through his body, instantly doubling him over as his whole body began to shake. He wrapped his arms around himself and tried to trap his body heat in but it kept pouring out of him. Within two seconds his teeth were chattering and he was violently seizing.

Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.

“What the fuck?” He had muttered.

“Fuck, I hate doing that,” he heard Michelle say, but her voice still thundered like she was enormous.

“Could be worse,” Gina replied as he felt them start to walk again, the blonde's bare feet slapping loudly against concrete. There was a thick thud and his whole dark sweat-filled world shuddered, “Could be this guy.”

“Oh my God,” Michelle's voice rang out, “You kept him?”

“We wrecked his house, so I figured I might as well,” Gina's words were followed by the jingling of keys and the sound of gigantic locks being turned open.

He listened to the pair walk in somewhere, but he had rapidly lost interest in the gigantic world as he realized exactly what Gina had meant by 'taking him home.' Jake had hoped, had assumed, it meant that she was taking him back to her place so they could have fun when she returned to normal size but she was normal size and now he wasn't.

Everything shuddered once again as his prison was set down somewhere, and Jake found himself whimpering, his head naturally craning back as he looked toward the sky in fear. Tremors ripped through the ground as Gina walked around his leather prison, and in the distance he heard Michelle shout something but the words were too distorted for him to make out.

Music came on outside his prison. It was some kind of female fronted alt-rock band, the kind of music he had always figured Gina listened to.

The tremors intensified then stopped, and his heart skipped a beat.

The world shifted around him and then light poured in from above as the sock was lifted up out of the boot. Blinking and flailing, Jake was sent tumbling down the length of the thick gray sock before he landed face first into the heel of her boot's insole, his mouth assaulted by its grimy funky taste. A shadow fell over him as he gagged and tried to scrape his tongue clean.

“Hey there, little guy,” Gina chuckled before her fingers snaked into the boot and snatched him up, “Enjoy the ride?”

Jake's limbs flailed around as he was lifted into the sky as the giantess stood back up to her full height. His eyes widened as he realized she wasn't wearing pants, her pale muscular legs exposed to the world along with a few tattoos along her thighs and calves. Her womanhood was covered by pair of dark black panties, and above that was the same tanktop she had been wearing earlier sans button-down and based on the nipples poking out against the fabric, sans bra as well.

“Like what you see?” Her voice was soft and silky as she brought him up to her face, framed by her loose blonde hair. She hadn't cleared off her make-up and her septum piercing still shone in the light of her bedroom, but Jake's eyes were completely focused on her blood stained teeth. Her tone was suddenly annoyed as she said, “Well?”

Panic gripped him and he shouted, “Yy-yes! O-o-of course!”

“Aw, you sound scared,” she pouted and focused her bright blue eyes on him, “Why are you scared, Jakey?”

“Cause you killed all those people,” he blurted out.

“So?”

The single word hung in the air for what felt like an eternity as Jake stared at her enormous face trying to process it. At his size, he could see every minor muscle working beneath the blemishless surface of her skin and the tiny man quickly realized that there wasn't even a twitch of remorse anywhere on Gina's billboard-sized face. His jaw slowly went slack as his eyes widened and his heart started to beat even faster.

In the distance, Michelle's voice suddenly rang out, “Shower's all yours, G!”

A gust of wind roared across Jake as Gina whipped her head toward the door of her room and called back, “Thanks!”

Jake's ears were still ringing when her focus returned to him and she smirked. With her free hand she grabbed the jeans he had managed to get back on while sitting at the bottom of her boots, and he looked down just in time to see her rapidly twist her wrist. There was a loud rip and a sharp burning sensation flared from Jake's left hip all the way down to his left ankle and then his jeans were simply falling down toward Gina's still bloodied feet.

Her chipped nails slashed upward, and he yelped as they tore open his shirt while leaving a single long scrape up his chest. He stared at the bright pink flesh, and sighed in relief when he didn't see any blood blossom atop it. Then her powerful fingers settled around his crotch.

“Please!” Jake shouted.

The giantess's fingers paused, and her eyes locked with his, “Would you rather do it yourself, little guy?”

“Y-ye-yes,” he stammered, quickly pushing his pants down and kicking them off as quickly as he could.

“Look at your little thing,” she suddenly cooed, and Jake immediately flushed in embarrassment. Her powerful plump lips pressed against the lower half of his body and he let out a yelp as the tip of her mighty tongue probed against it, coating his entire crotch in saliva while also springing his member to instant attention. She rocked back away from him and smiled as she saw his glistening manhood, “I have to say, I'm almost a little insulted you didn't rub it raw tonight, Jakey.”

Before he could comprehend what was happening, Jake hung his head in shame, “I'm sorry.”

There was a soft giggle before she said, “Don't worry, you're going to make it up to me by being my little shower buddy. Ok?”

He nodded and she smiled back before slowly rising back up to her full height.

Jake didn't have much time to look around before she began to walk, her room little more than a blur before she walked down the hall into an already muggy bathroom. Sweat blossomed across his skin as she set him down on a countertop amid a practical ecosystem of cosmetic products. He glanced around the plain bathroom, somehow surprised that neither she or Michelle had put their own stamp on it, when every other thought in his head disappeared.

Gina had peeled off her tank top and her bare breasts hung over him like a pair of moons. Bright pink nipples jutted off of them, already stiff and hard as Gina ran her thumbs across them with a soft groan. Her hands then traveled down to her waist and she shoved her panties down to the floor, revealing a glistening womanhood surrounded by a forest of dark blonde pubes.

Her fingers, completely free of jewelry, played across her folds before reaching out and snatching him up in a firm grip. He yelped but Gina paid him no mind as she turned on the shower and stepped inside. The already warm and moist air turned into an instant sauna that draped Gina's immense form in steam. Looking up from where he was held in her fist, Jake felt more like he was staring at a mythical Greek Goddess than a girl he had talked about games with dozens, if not hundreds, of times.

Gina's hand opened up and he immediately spread out in response, trying to mentally prepare himself for whatever being her 'shower buddy' entailed. Then he felt something cold and gooey smash into his gut, knocking the wind from his lungs. More goop coated him as he struggled to breath, and as it reached his neck and he could suddenly smell the intense lavender scent, he realized that it was the giantess's soap.

There was a snap as she closed the cap and then the palm of her free hand rushed toward him through the mists. He screamed as it smashed into him, pain shooting through his whole body before it suddenly felt like he was being massaged by the gigantic wall of flesh when it rubbed against him. The goop turned into soapy lather within seconds and then the world became a blur.

Jake was raked against her hard muscular body, barely able to make sense of where he was as soap stung his eyes and hot water threatened to burn his skin off. Tattooed flesh would suddenly give way to milky white skin before another wave of hot soapy water ran over his face, forcing him to blink and sputter as she lowered or raised him to another part of her body. All the while, her humming echoed off the tiles, driving the little man mad as it seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.

Struggling the whole way, Jake was about to give up when he felt his body dragged across a patch of harsh wiry hairs before he felt his foot make contact with wet spongy flesh. Scraping at the globs of soap around his eyes, Jake grinned wildly when he saw where he was.

Gina's vagina loomed in front of him for a brief flash before he was smashed against it.

The humming was replaced with a loud powerful moan as she began to gently rub him back and forth across her womanhood. The groaning continued as she used her fingers to press his legs together and gently push them against her labia. Slowly, every centimeter accompanied by a low moan, she slid him past her wet lips.

Her vaginal muscles pulled at his body hungrily and Jake squirmed in response, the unconscious motion making the giantess moan even more. He pressed his hands against her labia as he was pushed in up to his belly button, and suddenly her vagina clamped around him pinning him in place as he felt thick sexual juices begin to drool over him.

Her thumb pressed against his chest and her forefinger slammed against his back as she pulled him out slowly. “There's no use fighting, runt,” she announced as he was slid back in then back out again, her wrist quickly picking up a slow rhythm to match her bucking hips, “You belong to me now.”

Jake whimpered as her womanhood loomed larger again and again, her muscles clamping tighter as the pace began to pick up slowly but surely. Her moans became softer but the pitch went higher while he became nauseous from the constant back and forth. She was shoving him so deeply that his hands were sliding in and then sticking to his sides from her vaginal fluids. It was becoming hard to breathe as his torso was swallowed again and again, sticky drippings running over his face, forcing Jake to spit and sputter simply to survive the deluge.

Then it felt like his whole body was in a vice.

He screamed and howled in pain but his shouts paled in comparison to Gina smacking her free hand against the wall of the shower while shouting in ecstasy. “Fuck!” She screamed as her muscles released him and she yanked him free with a horrific schlick sound.

A pins-and-needles feeling flooded his limbs as they suddenly dangled free, and he watched as a torrent of sexual juices poured out of her while Gina started to calm herself with slow deep breaths. Jake stared up at her, a sense of horror rolling over him as he realized that to her he really was just a toy, and she simply smiled at him in response.

His ears popped as she carried him up to the shower head and cleared her own juices off of him with the blistering hot water. With his whole body aching, there was little Jake could do as Gina simply carried on. The shower shut off a few seconds later and the world was a blur until he was sitting on top of something soft before she laid her sock on top of him with a smile. Jake hadn't even made out the giantess's booming words before she turned out the lights, and he passed out from exhaustion.

Jake sighed once more as he cleaned up his load with Gina's thick sock, flinging the now truly soiled piece of fabric away. Laying atop her laundry, he began to smile as he realized that being Gina's dildo wasn't terrifying.

If anything, being a cool and attractive girl's plaything didn't sound bad at all.

There was a loud and terrible noise in the distance that broke him from his reverie, and as he listened to the approaching thunder that followed, Jake quickly calmed down as he figured out that Gina was just returning from wherever the hell she had gone before he had woken up.

The door to her room crashed open with the same terrible noise he had just heard and she entered a second later, each one of her footfalls making his 'bed' shudder beneath him. Jake smiled as he let his eyes roll over her monumental form. Her powerful feet were clad in black-and-white Nike Frees, while a pair of dark black work out tights clung to her muscular legs, and finally a loose sweat stained t-shirt hung across her torso. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and she wasn't wearing any make up but Jake found his member stirring at the sight of her anyway, amazed at how good she could look even when she had clearly just gotten back from the gym.

Her bright blue eyes scanned her room before finally spotting him atop her laundry basket. She smiled as she started to walk toward him, clearly unconcerned with the way his little body shook atop her jiggling pile of laundry. “There you are,” she said as she loomed over him, hands on her hips.

Jake immediately stood up and threw his arms up toward her, “Hey, Gina, your shower buddy is ready for another go!”

She cocked her head and arched an eyebrow before smiling once more, “Oh right. Shower buddy.” The giantess giggled as she squatted down around him, the smell of her sweaty body almost making the small man recoil. Her hand reached out and wrapped around him, and Jake smiled up at her as she rose back to her feet. “Yeah,” she mused as she started to walk, each step making his tiny body rattle in her fist, “I don't know if I actually need a permanent shower buddy.”

“Wh-what?” Jake stammered, watching the door to the bathroom pass by. His head spun every which way as they walked entered a living room where Michelle was watching the news and laughing at a reporter talking about a freak tornado. Everything came to a stop, and his eyes went wide as he realized Gina was standing in a kitchen.

“Yeah,” the blonde mused as she set him down on a counter between jars of mayo and peanut butter. “Sorry, but what I really need this morning is a little extra protein,” she said with a smirk as she slathered a glob of mayo onto a piece of toasted bread before running the knife under the sink and reaching for the peanut butter, “And guess what you are.”

Jake found himself backing away, his eyes darting for somewhere to hide or some way to escape, while he muttered, “No, no, no... I... you can't... you can't eat me!”

She slapped a layer of peanut butter down onto another piece of toasted bread, and simply shrugged, “Sorry, little dude.”

“Peanut butter has protein!” He screamed at the top of his lungs as he turned and ran away from her.

Gina's hand smashed down in front of him, forming a thick wall of flesh. “I don't think you understand how this works, little guy,” she said as her fingers wrapped around him and lifted him into the air, “I can do whatever I want with you and I've decided that eating you is what I want to do. So that means you're going in my yummy sandwich.”

Jake flailed his feet as they left the ground, but Gina's fingers might as well have been made of steel for all he could do to move them. She lowered him onto the mayo-coated bread, and then pressed him down into it. The toast was still warm but the mayo was shockingly cold against his bare skin, making him squirm instantly. The more he struggled, the stickier he became as the mayo trapped him in place.

On the other side, he watched as Gina laid pickles down on top of the peanut butter.

Looking up at the goddess-like woman, he suddenly wondered if anyone who could eat something so strange was ever as cool as he imagined. But before Jake could make a definitive decision, he was being lifted up and flipped upside down toward the pickle-topped slice of bread. He screamed but the condiment-coated bread completely absorbed the sound as he smashed face first into the pickles and peanut butter.

His face pressed between two cold dill pickle chips and immediately sank into the peanut butter, muffling the gigantic world beyond and cutting off his air supply. Jake could feel Gina's fingers press down on the sandwich as she lifted it up toward her mouth and took a bite. His right leg flinched as teeth rushed past it, narrowly avoiding cutting it off at the knee.

The world shuddered and shook as Gina walked into the living room, where a newscaster was gravely giving the tornado's death totals to Michelle's continued amusement. “How many do you think are m-” She began but stopped herself a second later, “Oh my God, are you eating that weird sandwich again?”

“Join the cult, Michelle,” Gina snapped back before Jake felt immense pressure around his legs. With the peanut butter coating his face, he couldn't even scream as her teeth tore clean through his knees, pulverizing bone and joint with ease, and sending the worst pain he had ever imagined shooting through his body. “Besides, this is a special Gina variant of the Wendigo,” she purred as blood poured out from Jake's decimated legs.

His body shook up and down as the blonde waved the sandwich in her roommate's face. “You put a runt in there?” Michelle asked as Jake's lungs began to burn.

“Not just any runt, my little admirer from yesterday.”

“Aw, poor little guy,” the brunette cooed, her breath washing over Jake's fresh wounds, “I thought you were gonna keep him?”

“I was but then I was hungry when I got back from the gym so,” the sandwich shook as the giantess shrugged, “Now take a bite and join the cult.”

“Ugh, fine, if it'll make you shut up about this,” Michelle replied and Jake again felt the pressure around his mid-section. White-hot pain burned through his stomach as the brunette sheared his thighs and pelvis off of his body. Air shot from his lungs and peanut butter globbed against his open mouth as he tried to scream, but all he could hear was the horrific crunching of Michelle's jaw behind him.

“Well?” The blonde asked.

A loud gulp meant that the lower half of Jake's body was now being digested by two enormous women. “Alright, it doesn't suck but that doesn't make it some kind of crazy revelation.”

“Yeah! One of us! One of us!” Gina began to chant as Jake's dimming world swung back toward her. He could feel the pressure increase as she pressed her fingers back down on the sandwich and then bit down into it.

The pain blurred together as everything went black.

*

Gina smiled as she tore into her sandwich, the shrunken boy providing the necessary crunch and meaty flavor she'd normally get from bacon. If Michelle hadn't eaten it all, she thought as she glared at her once-vegetarian roommate. She thought about trying to inflict psychic shame upon the slender brunette but instead shrugged and took another bite.

As she ground what she figured was his sternum against her molars, Gina figured the boy was already dead but a small part of her hoped he was still aware enough to feel her chowing down on the rest of his body. Noshing on one of his tiny arms, she debated on if he'd have tasted better if she had actually bothered to cook him but then she shook her head.

Half the point of eating people was enjoying the way they wiggled and screamed. Even wedged between peanut butter and mayo, little Jakey had managed to flinch and squirm just enough to make him fun to eat. Popping the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth, Gina couldn't help but chuckle at the way tiny people probably viewed her mouth; as a gaping maw capable of swallowing them whole.

“Well, I gotta shower,” she said as she pushed off of the couch.

“Yeah ya do, stinky,” Michelle replied with a smirk.

Leaning in, Gina flexed her thickening bicep and said, “You're smelling victory and strength there, little miss... skinny arms.”

Michelle simply shoved her away and laughed, “Sounds like you have plenty of opportunities to work on your razor sharp wit at the gym, too.”

“Shut up,” Gina shot back as she walked to her room.

She tossed her t-shirt into the same laundry basket where her little admirer had been sitting and then bent down to grab a shoebox from beneath her bed. Smirking, she flipped up the lid and looked down at the collection of twenty or so people standing between one and four inches in height.

“Good morning, runts,” she said, watching them all snap to attention at the sight of her, “Your Goddess has been busy this morning and she has a full day ahead.”

She lifted the shoebox up and laughed as the tiny people tumbled forward and then spilled out across the carpet between her sneakers. Several of them didn't even wait for orders, they rushed forward on hands and knees to her work-out shoes and began untying them or lapping away at scuff marks.

Tossing the shoebox up onto her bed, she rose back to her full height and smiled, “I'm going to shower and when I get back I expect my Nikes to already be clean and to see all of you working on my Doc Martens.” She pointed to where her blood-soaked boots sat beside her laundry basket, looking back to watch their tiny faces grimace as they realized what was stuck between the treads. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, Goddess!” They all screamed in unison.

Smirking, Gina kicked off her sneakers, laughing as one of the four-inch little shits was bowled over, and headed to the bathroom. She patted her stomach as she went, realizing that with the amount of shrunken people she and Michelle had in their apartment, one more would have been utterly pointless.

If anything, she reasoned, they needed to do a culling soon.