Microcosm Massacre

By VivettaVenray

(WARNING: contains vore, gore, spitting, digestion and cruelty among other things.)

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Chapter 1: ZZ-World

The city was in shadows. Only the faintest bit of light trickled in from the shuttered-out sun into their clear-plastic enclosure. Still, a single band between blinds was enough to shine over the city’s entire center. Throughout the metropolis everyone was stirring awake. It was better to wake up to the gentle daylight or with the prodding of one’s significant other than from what was about to come.

Brrrrrrrr, Brrrrrrrr

The black monolith on the horizon rumbled tens of ‘their’ miles away to assail their city with some minor tremors. A blaring chime also came from it to pummel their ears with its thoom. They prayed for it to end. As usual, in a few seconds, she stirred. An ocean’s worth of comfy covers roiled and sent a rustle through the air. A wet sound rung out: the smacking of lips. That sliver of light, blocks wide, got momentarily snuffed out as their goddess reached over to grab her phone. A swipe of her finger shut the alarm off.

Their god tossed her blanket aside and twisted her legs off the bed. Two small thumps rang out and they knew it was her feet settling to the ground. Another loud noise

“Uaaaaa~”

She yawned.

Light flooded their whole city as she opened the blinds by her bed.

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“Good morning Starrborough!”.

Starr hopped off her bed and hoisted her arms to the sky in a great big stretch. Her amber locks hung towards fair skin shoulders. Her normal straightened-out hairdo was scraggled from bedhead. She adjusted her long sleep shirt and took just one step to loom over her nightstand and the city on it. The towering piece of furniture their city rested on came up to just about her crotch. To them, she was around 100 miles tall.

For a moment, all those microscopic people saw was the floral print of her pink silk pajamas. Strings dangled from the front longer than their city and thick as a quarter of it. The air wooshed from her sudden crouch. If not for the lid on their petri-dish enclosure, the city would’ve been buffeted away by the displaced air from the gesture.

Her blue eyes gazed from above down at the dish of grey-on-green.

“You know what today is right? I hope you got your collectors and water towers ready!”

Starr grabbed her phone and hit a few buttons on her micro-civ management app: Micro Manager. The micros were already prepared, but the button press sent out a small siren throughout the WiFi-enabled city complex just in case.

The college student opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out an empty spray bottle. “Just hold up a second~” she said cheerfully to the masses. She walked out the door, steps booming, and came back with the bottle filled fresh with water.

That out of the way, she set her hand on the dish’s top and began unscrewing it. The fair skinned palm filled their sky, and the inhabitants looked at wrinkles in it wider then their roads. Carefully, very carefully, Starr unscrewed the top of the containment and aimed the nozzle above.

Younger adults in Starrborough came out to get soaked. The water workers stood by their collectors. It was a very dangerous affair, being exposed like this with the lid off. A single breath from Starr could ravage their entire unprotected settlement. Thankfully, as bubbly as she was, the Brunette took good care of her city. She held her breath as she gave the handle a squeeze. The nozzle’s holes were incredibly small, and a special device contained within helped to churn the water so that what came out was a very fine mist.

To her.

What descended on the microscopic masses was, in fact, a great deluge of rain. The city’s collection devices eagerly took it up. Drainage grates collected everything that fell to the streets, where pipes took it in towards water treatment plants. They could grow their own food with indoor farms: water was the only external resource needed. This ritual happened just once a week and provided more than enough H2O for the council to ration.

Starr screwed back on the lid and was more than happy to exhale again.

“Wew~” she said with a gust of air. Her humid morning breath clouded up the petri-dish’s top to give the little city a ‘foggy’ sky to enjoy.

“Alright now you all be good! I’ve gotta check on ZZ-World with the gals. The whole sorority's heading out to a karaoke contest today, so wish us luck!” said Starr.

The brunette left her room and her steps thudded away in the distance. Though not everyone relished living in a little container, the goddess’s cheery demeanor and unfailing ability to keep the city hydrated got her something of a fan club. At least half of the city erupted into a cheer, wishing her good luck. It was only through her phone she could hear it though. She had purchased one of the deluxe micro-cities with the built in audio and visual sensors. She couldn’t record stuff though, not unless she purchased the companion program for her computer.

She smiled, stuffing her phone in her loose pajama button-pocket while she walked out her room into the hall and towards the door at the end. Stepping in, she sighed at their sorority’s greatest prize. An entire micro continent with its enclosing clear tank taking up half the room in size. Bare feet thwaped against the hardwood floor as she walked towards it. Powered down TV screens hung on the walls.

The vivarium was rectangular in shape with a thin transparent ‘lid’ for the women to look down into. The top of the enclosure came up to just above Starr’s knees which was still tens of miles from the micros’ perspectives.

On the top of the lid were eight anchor points: one per corner and 4 spaced in a square around the middle. Hooks extended up from the anchors to an automated pulley system triggered by a switch on the wall. She didn’t need to open the vivarium up though: they had they spritzing last week. She was here just to take a look and admire the sight.

Next to the pulley switch was another which toggled the myriad TV screens around the room. They were hooked into the walls and could display feeds from all the minuscule cameras bespeckled about the continent. This could give a variety of perspectives from ZZ-World. It was fun to indulge with at times, and when Starr first took charge of the sorority and its vivarium she flicked it on every time she came in here. For now, it wasn’t needed. She knew how amazing she looked to them even without the screens showing it.

The brunette looked down on the continent from above. Running rivers of water, carefully carved, slithered through the expanse of green and brown like snakes. Gray cities were speckled throughout the landscape. Some were as big as Starrborough, while others were twice or three times as large as her personal metropolis. In between the bustling micro-cities were plenty of smaller, browner-shaded towns and villages. Little gray roads connected all the settlements together in long winding paths and, occasionally, complex crisscrosses.

It had its own mountains, snow-less, and there were plenty of thick patches of forest rife with trees. Though it was technically just a continent worth of land, it was very much its own little world. “ZZ-World”: named after the sorority chapter that purchased the thing and helped it grow and flourish through decades of ownership.

As a senior in college and the chosen speaker for her sorority, Starr was technically in charge of it. She crouched down on her toes to look in through its clear wall. Here, squinting, she could see the traffic clog those roads, as well as all the streets in the city. ZZ-World had it’s own vibrant economy, after all. The cities traded with one another. Once a month the gals would drop metal dust, wood shavings, or whatever ‘treat’ was on sale at the micros-store. The civilization would gather it and process it into more goods and that kept the economy moving.

No expense was spared both containing and making up the landscape either. It had its own hydro-mist system built into the far wall of the case. Just like Starr’s city, it was also WiFi integrated complete with cameras. The brunette checked her phone to see how she looked from the capital city nearby. She smiled and saw the gesture reflected, from their perspective, with lips that could swallow a few towns whole.

She felt like a god.

Arianna and Nance walked in. Their feet created quite the quake as seen on Starr’s phone camera.

“Hey no shoes in the vivarium room, remember?”

Nance rolled her brown eyes while the she slid off her sandals. “They’re gonna shake anyways you know.” Starr saw and heard through her phone the thud Nance made when her soft tan feet set themselves to the floor.

“Of course, but it’s less. You know the rules. It’s not about never effecting them, but instead doing our best. We all remember the time Arianna dropped her hair clip on the continent.”

Arianna groaned. She had just finished taking off her sneakers, and her socked feet slipped free to the floor. She brought her hand to her blonde hair and checked the tightness of the glossy clip adorning it. “That was months ago, are you ever gonna let me live that down Starr?”

She and Nance walked over. Starr, crouched down on the ball of her feet, watched with her eyes some micro cars slightly bounced. Most people stayed put when the sorority sisters were here in the room: at least till they stopped moving for a bit. Easier to avoid flying off the roar or tripping that way. Starr spoke as Arianna and Nance approached.

“Yeah well it fell on Graylando and leveled the entire city. They still haven’t fully rebuilt you know.”

Arianna crouched down to Starr’s left while Nance, taller than the other two, could just sit at the right. Sure enough, at the sight of Graylando there were two buildings under ‘reconstruction.’ Arianna stared right at it, and her green eyes reminded the thousands living there of a very bad time.

“They’re so fragile. It’s hard to believe they’re even humans like us.” said Nance. Her own gazed watched a road where teeny tiny specks sped through. Fast as the cars were, it was a snail’s pace to the three college seniors.

“Well they aren’t exactly like us. They do come from other universes.” said Arianna. “Plus, they got two kinds of humans there.”

“Oh yeah that’s right. What do they call them again?” said Nance.

“Just ‘men’” said Starr.

“Yeah that’s it. What curious little beings those are. Strange way of reproducing too.” said Arianna.

“I know. Imagine having some wacky flopping noodle thing between your legs like that?”

The three of them shared a laugh.

“Strange little creatures indeed.” said Starr. “Anyways let’s get onto the-” she paused, her eyes stopped at a curious sight. A road was blocked off. Off to the side were some shavings of gold: an entirely useless metal in their world that micros really liked for some reason. Seems people from the nearby two cities were fighting over it.

Fighting was against the rules, something Starr had made clear in the past.

“Arianna, hit the pulley switch.”

“Oh is it punishment time? Can I do it?”

“You already punished Graylando for doing nothing with that hair clip of yours. I can handle this.”

“Wait, what about me?” said Nance.

Starr paused.

“Alright I guess I did the last bit of discipline before Arianna’s gaff so it’s all yours.”

The black-haired woman smiled.

The pulleys hoisted the lid up with a bit of noise and the three gals rose to their feet.

“Just be very specific with the area. ZZ sorority's had this for over 30 years. Some of those cities are older than us, so no collateral.

“Yeah yeah~” said Nance. She leaned over the edge of the Vivarium just and spoke. It was rare they got to dish out punishment like this, so the other two gals crowded around to watch. Starr held out her phone. Her and Arianna occasionally glanced at the screen to see the micros’ perspectives of things. There were little cameras speckled throughout the landscape of course.

“You’re all engaging in the great sin of intercity quarreling. A big no no. I, Goddess Nance...”

The other gals giggled. Nance herself had to swallow her mirth to continue.

“I... Goddess Nance will be dealing out the retribution today. Death by divine touch~”

The brown-skinned woman leaned over. She stretched out her index finger with its turquoise polish. Over the bickering clump of cars, each filled with rivaling city officials, loomed the tip of that digit. They hurried back to their vehicles, but she was simply too big to outmaneuver here.

The mile-thick digit landed and snuffed them right out. The continent itself was a little fortified so long as you didn’t apply too much pressure, but the cars, road segments, and the people beneath were crushed with ease. Nance gave her finger two slight twists that sent a rumble through the landscape.

The raven-haired woman brought her hand back up to her face, leaving behind a fairly deep crater where her finger came down. Nance squinted at the bits of micro landscape stuck on the digit. She slipped it past her lips and sucked it clean.

“Punishment’s over. Clean it up within 3 days or there’ll be more trouble.”, she said.

Her and the other two college students snickered. Arianna went over and hit the switch to lower the lid back down. The three chatted while Arianna and Nance got their shoes back on.

“Alright Starr hurry and shower and stuff. The karaoke contest starts in an hour.”

“Yeah yeah we have plenty of time.” she said dismissively. “I can’t believe how bad the potential recruits were this year though. Did you see them all the other day?”

“Yeah, semester’s off to a lame start. Lots of uncool types.” said Arianna.

“I almost felt bad declining so many of them.” said Starr. “Almost.”

“Yeah, but why’d you decline that ginger woman. What was her name? Eryn? She was kind of cute.” said Nance.

Starr shrugged. “I just got the feeling she wouldn't fit in. She’s too... tomboy-y for us.”

“Pfft” scoffed Arianna. “I think you were just jealous. She had some real pretty hair. Nothing wrong with being a tomboy either. Maybe you were jealous of her body too.”

Her and Nance giggled.

Starr huffed. “Nonsense! Anyways, I’m gonna go shower and change. I’ll meet you two and the rest of the sorority outside in about 15 minutes. We should have have enough cars between the three of us.”

“Kay.” said the two.

Starr was the last to leave the room. She shut the door just as the lid came back down.

Chapter 2: Eryn

It was about 15 minutes since Starr and her two friends left. Once the coast was clear, Eryn hefted her backpack on her back, clambered up the tree by the second floor window, and hopped right into the house’s upper hallway. She walked past Starr’s room to the room at the end: her target.

The redhead had a pretty rough first few weeks at university. Not a single sorority accepted her. Two in particular were quite rude: ZZ and TT. They said she looked “uncomely” and her behavior and dress was unbecoming of what they stood for. She also felt she was being treated a tad unfairly for getting held back a year. She was the only freshmen student coming in at age 20 this year. She felt a bit out of place, but after a bit of moping she figured: ‘who needs them?’

She’d show everyone how lame and petty sorority’s could be.

Even without a sorority, Eryn still made a few friends. One of which told her about the karaoke competition today. It created the perfect opening for her to get some revenge and stir some chaos all the while.

She opened the door to the vivarium room. A small sign on the floor cautioned against footwear within. She ignored it.

ZZ-World trembled at Eryn’s approach. The door creaked open and far in the distance they saw a slight and toned figure they hadn’t before. The micro scouts on the hills, who alerted the cities to the arrivals of “goddesses”, relayed this info back to their cities with walkie-talkies.

Occasionally, Starr would let one of the juniors or sophomores in the house up to look at the display. They were always accompanied by a senior. This woman was alone, new, and didn’t dress to fit in.

The woman’s hair was a soft red and cut short just around her ears. It still hung freely there, but it was by no means a luxurious or elegant style. Her skin was fair and dappled with freckles on both her cheeks and the shoulders sticking out of her athletic black top.

Not a single dab of makeup adorned her slim fit body. Eryn was an athletic sort, and her tight top was short enough to bare some skin around her navel. It was a hot day after all, so she dressed for the weather and for comfort. Some of her abs showed with the midriff: taut and toned. She had a natural beauty to her face she couldn’t hide if she tried. That’s what she suspected that ‘Starr’ and the other sorority speakers might’ve been jealous of.

Shot jean shorts covered her lower body and came down to about half the length of her thigh. Her green and white sneakers thudded against the floor as she moved towards the vivarium. The ZZ-World city governments were in a bit of a confused panic, but the messages they sent out were all roughly the same: keep calm and keep doing what you’re doing.

Eryn’s green eyes were wide in awe. She had heard ZZ house had quite the setup of a micro colony, but she didn’t expect an entire continent! Her eyes were immediately drawn towards the screens around the room.

“This must be one of those WiFi setups. Real fancy stuff.” she mused.

She held out her phone and tried to connect. As she hoped, the place was proximity based. No password was needed. She had a small UI to cycle through cameras and the like on her phone: control the screen views and so forth.

She went up to the clear plastic of the containment and stared down at the micro continent. Her gaze focused on a city, and she mouthed an unmuted “whoa”. Her phone beeped: it was that micro-civ connection app she was just messing with. She got a warning about some unexpected seismic activity. She chuckled.

“Really? You’re that fragile huh?” She hit a button to turn off all those warnings. “I bet all the sorority sisters come in here to play ‘goddess’ don’t they? Seems they take decent enough care of you.” She grinned wide, showing off some perfect white teeth that could easily chomp a city in two.

She took off her black backpack and dragged it over to the right wall of the room. She stomped towards the switches, having seen the pulley system just now, and gave one a flip. All the TVs in the room turned on to give a view of things from the micro-continent’s perspective.

“Whoops, must’ve hit the wrong one.” She flipped the one next to it. The lid of the vivarium rose and hearts began to sink across ZZ-World. Whoever this woman was, she just made them even more vulnerable.

Eryn eyed her backpack. Her head tilted side to side, mulling something over. Her eyes got a glimpse of how she looked on those wall screens. She was too huge for the micro cams to take in fully. Her eyes trailed to one screen on the right wall, just above her backpack. It came from the cam farthest in the back on the continent: some out of the way city she presumed. She looked absolutely massive. They couldn’t even get her entire body in the shot. Her whole form was only captured from her knees and up.

The redhead towered in the distance from their perspective. She took one step towards the vivarium, eyes on that screen, and saw things ‘rumble’ from their perspective.

She settled her forest-green gaze back on the vivarium. “I’m really gonna do this aren’t I?” she mused aloud. The rubber sole of her sneaker thudded across the floor as she was upon the containment in just a few steps. She leaned over its now open top and spoke over the ‘landscape’

“I’ve never played god before, but given how popular you little guys are at those stores, I should probably try it at least once, right?”

She chuckled to herself. With a wide smile, she lifted her sneaker over the plastic barrier and took a single step onto the landmass. A single city found itself in the sneaker’s shadow when it came down.

Eryn’s phone, clipped to her belt, rang out with some other warning. “Massive damage detected.” She turned those notifications off and, while there, set the phone to share audio from the micro-level. Little squeaky screams blared through the speakers, and Eryn smirked.

She lifted her foot back up and outside the vivarium. She inspected the damage to ZZ-World. The tread of her sneaker made trenches hundreds of feet deep in the ‘earth’. The continent was real and from another universe, but it was laid atop a dense material from their own. Within that black-metal artificial ‘bedrock’ were all the circuitry and connections needed to allow the micro-civ surveillance cams and microphones to work. It also made the continent ‘walkable’ in that the whole micro civilization didn’t collapse from a single step.

Eryn saw a bit of smoke fan up from her footprint. “Jeez, my shoe’s miles long huh?” she said staring at the sight. “Miles wide, to you pipsqueaks at least. Let’s see how that looked to you all.”

Eryn used the rewind feature on the app so she could watch the damage she had wrought from their perspective. In full HD, her smart phone showed their sky eclipsed by the bottom of her shoe. Bits of dirt and dust loosened from between the treads onto the city below. Dozens of screaming people ran by the camera as those tiny bits of matter she never even thought about rained down from above like meteors. A single pebble dislodged from the front of her shoe and crushed an entire building before rolling outwards to finish off the whole block.

That was *before* she stepped down. The feed hadn’t gotten to that part yet, and already thousands were dying from stuff she didn’t even think about: shoe dust, really. The thought had Eryn widening her smirk. The shadow her sneaker cast grew darker to the point that the city’s light was snuffed out. All those screams were silenced as the tread made landing. A few people, whimpering, survived in between the indentations on the tread pattern. In complete darkness, they prayed for some miracle. The shoe lifted and a brief spark of hope formed before getting promptly snuffed out as the compressed rubble avalanched from their sides. Even more debris rained from above off the bottom of the rising shoe.

The redhead looked up from the phone and back to her footprint. ‘I could get used to that feeling of power.’ she thought. ‘Feeling...’

Eryn slid her right foot free from its sneaker. A short white sock clung to the appendage, and she wiggled her toes to air the cotton clothing article out. Her eyes watched the micro-civ. She saw a bunch of specks hurry along one of those thin gray roads to a nearby town. The village looked like a tiny smattering of gray hardly bigger than a toe. She thought it’d be the perfect test spot for her next test.

The tomboy didn’t even need to move. With her excellent balance, she had stood on leg as she ditched the shoe. From that amusing posture she hoisted her leg, now sock-ended, back over the vivarium wall and over that little village.

Rather than the phone, her eyes watched one of the monitors on the opposite end of the wall. It just happened to have a good angle on her step here. Her sock was fairly clean, but walking it in all day still left just a bit of humidity to the garb. That made the micros below swelter a bit if their heated pantings were anything to go by. She could vaguely make out the contours of her toes beneath all that cotton. Minute bits of cotton drifted down as invisible flakes to her eyes. The cams picked up how big it really was. A single tuft of the stuff fell across a row of suburban homes. Those right beneath the lint’s bulk were smashed, whereas others simply couldn’t leave their homes with all that cotton in the way.

Eryn was just gonna flatten the place out, but seeing her sock consume their sky gave her another idea. The redhead pivoted her foot so that her big toe would make the impact. Like a cataclysmic meteor wrapped in fluff, it landed smack down in the shopping areas of the settlements center. The landing crumbled the continent enough to make a bit of a sink hole that started sucking the rest of the town towards her socked toe. Eryn noticed, gave her foot a twist to hasten the process. The screen showed all the people tumbling down in between the stitching of the sock. They got lost in the fibers themselves or, if especially unlucky, went straight through it to get caught against the foot flesh within.

The tomboy lifted the foot up and back over the vivarium. A lovely hint of warmth flowed through her.

“Well, that settles it.” she mused.

“I guess I’ll play god for a bit.”

Chapter 3: Armageddon

Eryn lifted her other leg above the vivarium and stepped in fully. Before setting it down, she yanked the sneaker off and let it tumble to the hardwood floor on the outside. Foot in the air, she spoke to them again.

“Might as well feel you all the way. Not as though there’ll be any of you tiny things alive to tattle on me once I’m done, right?” she chuckled.

The redhead’s fingers reached at the hem of her sock and she yanked it free. She let out a sigh as the cool air hit her newly exposed foot. She set her toes down on a series of roads. The traffic jams down there prevented any of the micros from getting out of the way of her step in time.

Her first naked step onto the ZZ-World nearly overwhelmed her. She shut her eyes to feel it out. What she trod on snuffed right out. Eryn was tempted to just stand there for a few seconds and drink it in the feeling of broken roads and greenery, but she was too eager to get that other sock off. She lifted her other foot, peeled the sucker off, and stepped onto a little forest region that tickled between her toes.

Eryn exhaled. “Wew, alright.”

She swung the socks back and forth in her grip. There was a nice little mountain region at the front left corner of the micro-continent. Eryn chugged the socks that way, unknowing of the little cabin community up there that perished beneath the weight of the hefty garment.

She looked down at her bare toes. A wiggle had the entire continent shaking on the monitor screens. Her emerald eyes switched between them all. She loomed on every horizon one way or another. One of the views was from a micro city not far off. The cam there reflected a ground's eye view like most of the others. They couldn’t even see past her toes. The ‘little’ digits loomed as mountains.

She looked to her phone as she spoke. Her fingers switched through the views till she found the right one. “I gotta say I’m beginning to see how all those sorority rats liked toying with you things. I always thought it a bit lame myself, like playing with really tiny dolls.”

Eryn lifted her foot over that city. Tiny hills and road chunks fell from her toes as she wiggled them.

“I can see the appeal now though, I gotta say.”

She alternated between staring at her foot from above and the ground-view from her smart phone in hand. Her toes--clean, unpainted and with short nails--flew over their ‘sky’. The ball of her foot now covered a city the size of a drink coaster. On the phone app’s display, she saw how absolutely incomprehensibly massive she looked to them all. Every wrinkle of her foot was a small valley they could get stuck in. The canopy of her fair foot flesh covered absolutely everything.

Eryn continued her thought. The audio from her phone’s speakers played her words back far louder than the screams coming through. Hundreds of thousands of micros panicked in the shadow of her foot, yet her very voice overpowered them.

“But, there’s still one thing I just don’t understand yet. I just don’t get how they could stop themselves from just coming in here to flatten you all.”

Eryn grinned. She stepped down. A curt grunt slipped past her lips. All those lives below snuffed out beneath her balmy sole. Titanic toes clenched and dug into the city’s foundation. Micro steel, rock, dirt and humanity pulped beneath the might of those digits.

The redhead swiveled her foot side to side and snuffed out any remaining survivors.

“Fuck. That was good.”

She paused to look around and survey the micro-world she was about to destroy.

The most eye-catching sight was the capital city. Its gray sprawl was the size of a small plate and 3 times the next largest settlement. Eryn stared at her phone screen and observed how they were in an absolute state of pandemonium. No doubt it was from her stated intent to flatten them all. The micro manager app could give the name of a city when it cycled to its little cameras.

“Warborne huh?” she said. “I’ll save you for a bit~”

Her eyes fell towards the other cities. The smallest one splayed twice the size of a coin. Most of them were the size of the metropolis she just stomped on: drink coaster size. In terms of terrain there were plenty of forests and small hills. The edge of the vivarium was rife with micro-mountains, and rivers ran through the land. Most of those streams were connected to a lake at the upper-right side of the ‘display’.

Eryn saw the water-body was filled with boats and the like. She stomped over. She heard the screams from the app soon as her foot made another landfall. Seems she snuffed out a town under toe. She paused to chuckle.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be real careful as I move little ones.”

Her eyes saw a small city to her front. She lifted her foot over it and let them bask in its presence before slamming her heel down past the thing. She paused.

“...Careful to snuff all you out, that is.”

Eryn slide her foot back and her naked heel ran over the city. It was as though a mountain drove over them. They had no chance.

With another chuckle, Eryn moved on. The path to the lake took only 5 steps: each one snuffed a city under sole. Her head flickered form the screens to the ground below so she could get the best perspectives on her power here.

The lake was the largest body of water by far and about as big as Warborne. Eryn planted her feet on either side of its ‘shoreline’ and crushed the docks setup there. The boats would certainly have a hard time getting out now. She checked her phone to see the view, and saw them all staring right up at the underside of her jorts. Another booming chuckle of hers rang out.

“You’re real pathetic aren’t you?” She lifted her foot and hovered her toe over the waters. A good 10 vessels were caught beneath. “Lots of fancy boats today. You don’t mind if I share the waters do ya’ pipsqueaks?”

She set her toe down. The vessels cracked against her skin and she saw on the appropriate wall screen how the water of the lake roared out as a wave to flood the shores. All the other boats did their best to avoid overturning. Many floundered, but others pulled through. Eryn noticed something that made her heart flutter.

The lake was *beyond* shallow from her perspective. Even pressing all the way down, the waterline splashed against only a bit of her toe pad. “Jeez you swim in this? It’s not even a puddle. It’s like stepping on a wet floor.”

Eryn lifted her toe out and dried it off on the nearby lakeside village.

The redhead smirked.

“Well, I’m one of those petty gods. If I can’t enjoy a dip in the lake, then no one will.”

She started moving towards the nearby mountains. Not a single one came halfway to her knee. Her fingers curled into the side of the landmarks. Those pillars penetrated the thick rocky mass as easily as if she were shoving her fingers through cake.

The mountain towns and villages crumbled as the tomboy lifted up the ‘natural’ monument with ease. Eryn grunted: not from exertion, but from the thrill of the idea that lifting a ‘mountain’ felt easier than even the wimpiest dumbbell at the gym.

She took one more step and was back at the lake. The mountain’s bottom crumbled over the body of water and hundreds of feet outwards from it. Eryn watched on the opposite wall screen, which showed a view from a city due opposite of her many micro-miles away. She noticed a mountain town peel off the side of the rocky structure and fall to the continent below. It exploded not too far from her toes.

“Lake’s closed forever now~” said Eryn.

She let go.

All the people swimming or boating in the lake were handedly crushed by the mountain’s descent. The earthquaking event had consequences for any surviving settlements nearby. The mountain’s weight caused rifts that fractured the entire upper-right side of ZZ-World. Cities were swallowed by the rifts as the micro-landscape hadn’t evolved to handle that kind of pressure. The vivarium lost a fourth of its population. Eryn clicked her tongue.

“Wow, you couldn’t even handle me dropping a bit of rock could you?”

She lifted her foot and set it triumphantly on the crumbled mountain mass below. With a bit of pressure, she flattened its point with ease and compacted the entire thing down into the lake. The rock and dirt of the mass absorbed all water that used to be there. Eryn had ruined all the running rivers in the region by stopping the lake; some overflowed, others dried up. Not that it mattered, the micros wouldn’t need them for long.

The redhead saw the echoes in every stomp she took mashing the mountain. The shocks were felt all the way on the other side of the vivarium she was presently trodding on. There was a brief break.

“One more for good measure.”

Eryn slammed her heel on the mountain clump. That fully flattened the thing down. There was a giant cracked crater of sorts where the lake once stood.

The redhead cycled through her phone cams to see if any of the cities seemed interesting. Most of them were the usual: panic, fleeing, a bit of rioting and chaos. She spotted one that had its own militia it looked like. Little tiny gun holding micros in matching gray uniforms marshaled themselves at the city’s edge.

“Oooh, looks like we got ourselves some fighters over at...” she noticed the name of the place. “Perlburn.”

She stuffed her phone back in her pocket and marched over. “Let’s see what you got~” she taunted as she marched over.

Eryn did her best to avoid disturbing the capital on the way. She wanted that area pristine for later. However, the other cities were fair game and her feet, over ten miles from a micro’s perspective, crushed any settlement she saw. The tomboy was more than willing to shorten or lengthen her steps, no matter how silly it looked, to wreck as much as possible. Eryn wasn’t concerned with her appearance to these specks like those sorority gals were, and she wasn’t gonna deny herself the tactile delight of a city smashing under sole. Hundreds of thousands of micro lives met their end under step. Nearby suburbs fell into the consequential rifts that formed nearby.

As the redhead was wont to do, she chuckled while watching it all on the screens hanging nearby.

“They took a real micro-continent to make this. I can tell cause it just crumbles so easily.” She lifted her foot and brushed some city dust off her sole over a village below. “An artificial landscape would've been way better for you all: not that I’m complaining.”

Soon, she set her toes outside Perlburn. The city was one of those coaster-sized ones like most. Unknown to the ZZ sorority gals, this city manufactured weapons with some of the metal shavings they tossed down now and again. That was a big no no under their rules, and if found out they’d be crushed with righteous glee. Perlburn knew the risk, but they were the ‘Sparta’ equivalent on this continent of cities. A Perlburnian micro would rather risk death than being unprepared. Staring up at the tomboy’s big toe over a mile tall had them worried they might be in store for both.

The militia had nothing. The city’s defense force made some rifles, that much was true, but all the gunpowder was a scarcity. Mining anything was prohibited under ZZ sorority rule so what they had came from a time long past. The band of hundreds marched up to Eryn’s big toe and fired.

None of the bullets even reached high enough to mar her toenail. Half floundered in the air, while the other burst harmlessly against her skin. Eryn watched it all on her phone screen, laughing.

“That’s it huh? Maybe I should give you a more sensitive target.”

The foot lifted up and the militia though they were done. Their city, their lifestyle, was to be crushed beneath the unfathomably large titaness’s step. Instead, Eryn sat on the continent. The bottom of her jorts landed across Perlburn’s northern neighbor. That entire city got snuffed out by the denim garb and the firm, fit cheeks behind them.

Eryn spread her legs out to either side of Perlburn. Her legs fell across dozens of towns and villages. The toned limbs cracked the land and the normal thickness of Eryn’s legs had them looming like mountains miles tall. Her bare feet rested outwards on her heel. One stopped just short of a small village, who trembled in the shadow of a monolithic foot 5 miles wide and tall enough they had to really crane their neck to take in. The other foot snuffed out a city three-coins in size beneath her heel. She tried not to acknowledge that as she started down at Perlburn, but a curt little grunt might’ve gave that away.

The militaristic metropolis lingered right between her thighs. An impenetrable wall of denim loomed to their left and right. She had boxed the city in, and the slightest twitch would have her jorts-clad inner thighs intruding on the city itself. Already a few homes on the city’s outskirts crumbled beneath the thick clothing material.

Eryn slid a finger between her legs and pointed at her crotch region. She made a decree towards the fighters.

“If you can make me feel even the slightest bit of warmth here, I’ll leave your city alone.”

She grinned wide. They took a bit to start firing, but in time they did. Their bullets arched up towards the looming denim-clad crotch at their front. The area towered past 2 miles in height, so they only ever managed to hit the very bottom of it.

The redhead didn’t feel even a tinge of warmth. She felt nothing.

Eryn let them finish their volleys before she brought a single finger to the area and flicked off a bit of dust. The resulting volley of minute jorts debris did far more damage to their forces than they could ever do to her. The tiniest dust bunny crushed a small squadron. That single flick of her finger against her jean shorts elicited more sensation than they could times a thousand.

“As expected, truly pathetic.”

The tomboy slammed her thighs together. Perlburn was obliterated between the denim covered bits of her tough toned thighs. Everything down south of the area got crunched between the bare skin of her legs and feet.

Eryn shuddered, quaking the land again. She had noticed the one town in the shadow of her looming left foot. A video screen gave the view away. The redhead pushed against the terrain beneath her and stood up forward so said down smashed under her adjusting foot. The redistribution of her weight sent even more seismic shakes throughout ZZ World. Where her palm pressed against the micro-ground was now a hand-shaped crater. Bits of building debris laid within and she smiled.

Chapter 4: Resolution

“Seems I’m really leaving a mark on you all~” chuckled Eryn. Her green eyes stared down at that hand print she made. She got back on the move. Her thundering steps took her towards the capital of ZZ-World: Warborne. She checked her phone on the way to get the city’s view.

The plate-sized city was alight with chaos. They were always the most well behaved settlement of ZZ house. Like every city but the recently leveled Perlburn, they had no weapons to speak of. Such things wouldn’t help them anyways and they knew it. The micros all ran to their cars and gridlocked every single exit out of the city. Those that managed to drive off in time found their paths invariably cut off by a rift or two in the terrain. There was no where to go. Authentic micro-landmasses crumbled authentically beneath the steps of a titanic woman. That was a feature when sold, and a facet of their doom now.

Eryn crouched over the sprawl. She turned to the phone and saw how her slim fit body held them in her shadow. Her feet were miles away from the city, and a minor flex of her toes sent a rumble through their streets.

“How’s it feel to be so weak?” she said. She listened to the phone for a response, but no answer. To be expected.

“Too wimpy to even chat with me huh? No matter.” Her other hand teased at the waistband of her jorts. “This has been a very rewarding experience thus far. I always knew strength was fun, but this kind of power is way more titillating than I imagined.”

She nibbled at her lower lip. The temptation was high to just sling off her belt and rub herself all over this place. She checked her phone. It had been almost an hour since the sorority cleared out. She figured she had at least two, but wanted to play things safe.

She exhaled. “Perhaps another time, with another civilization, now that your puny selves got me hooked.”

The redhead chuckled. She looked back to her phone and saw just the faintest bit of her abs below the hem of shirt. The tomboy took care of her body and it showed.

Eryn had just thought of the perfect way to deal with the capital: quick and fun. She lifted her shirt up over her head and talked all the while.

“Let me show you what real strength looks like. Check these out.”

There was pride in her voice. She hefted the shirt over her head and chucked it onto the ravaged country side. Her upper body was bare save a black sports bra. Her abdominal region was on full display. She checked her phone screen to share the view of it. The crevices between each taut square of toned musculature could run micro-rivers between them. Everyone looked up in awe. Eryn herself was in awe of her figure. She had the size and physique of a goddess. Her fingers dragged themselves against the region as she gave it a quick flex.

“Not bad huh? Lots of sit-ups to keep these. I can imagine you’re impressed.”

She smirked.

“How about a closer look.” She snickered, thinking of a goofy line.

“Your Abpocalypse has arrived.”

Eryn slammed her palms down onto some suburbs to Warborne’s side. The quake had the city shaking. A few of the lesser buildings trembled and concrete bits fell from their roofs to the masses below. The redhead’s toes dug into the ravaged continent behind her. Her pose was that of a push-up.

Her abs were their sky. A single square of the muscle region smothered countless blocks when she brought her body down. She was slow with the descent at first; she savored it. Yet, as soon as a single bit of her fair skin touched the city she couldn’t help herself. Her short red hair scraped across the land as the tip of her nose touched the land. The tomboy let her body fall and the entire city of micros, millions strong, became a crater under her abs.

She grunted. “Unf.”

With her arms, she slid her body side to side. This was her strength. She had it all along: the ability to just snuff out cities with her abs. She was alight in a pleasing warmth. She flexed the region: once then twice. The last of the screams were snuffed out. They were dust against her mostly-bare front. She rested there for a few more seconds and let the sense of power wash over her.

The tomboy wanted to stay ahead of schedule so, reluctantly, she stood back up and re-donned her shirt. Eryn walked towards her socks in the corner. She marveled at all the footprints she left behind along the way. They could be new landmarks to ZZ World. They’d be bigger than any canyon they ever knew, she conjectured. Of course, the redhead would have to leave something alive for that; that wasn’t something she planned to let pass.

Eryn dusted her chest of some Warborne debris. She glanced at the capital city now: it was just a big mass of brown dirt and gray rock. Bits of the black artificial metals underlying of the vivarium poked through as well. She chucked as she slid the last sock onto her foot and set it down.

In the process, she spotted one more little city. It was the size of a compact mirror: something one of the ZZ Sorority gals might’ve had in their purse.

“Alright.” she boomed. “One more~”

Eryn’s snort wracked tiny ears. Then, a small tremor as her throat rumbled. She horked a little something up out of her throat. The tomboy swished it around just a second to work more of her spit into the payload. One of the wall screens had a cam from the city’s perspective. She resigned to turn to it once she let them have it.

Huawk-too

The redhead pursed her lips and spat a loogie square at the city a few steps away. While it was airborne, she turned to that screen and got to see their micro-perspective as the sound of roaring wetness rushed towards them.

Splat

Her mucousy spit slammed right into the city. The central, most viscous lump of it was a civilization ending mass that just obliterated all beneath in its sticky embrace. The thinner saliva splashed outwards to drench the micros and knock over the lesser buildings. As the spit settled, it poured down and roared over the entire metropolis as viscous waves of death.

Eryn smirked. She turned away from the screen to see that cataclysmic flood from her perspective. It looked like just a slow sloggish mass of spit fanning over a batch of gray. She turned around and stepped over the plastic wall of the vivarium.

“Like I said: pathetic.”

Her feet thudded down on the other end. Eryn was back outside the vivarium: where the real humans lived and walked. She slipped her sneakers back on, then moved to her backpack in the corner and unzipped it. The surviving micros heard a swishing sound big like the roar of ocean waves: well, those that were long-lived enough to remember that before getting captured all those decades ago. Now, they were at the mercy of this tomboy god who seemed to never have any in the first place.

Eryn held in her hands a full-sized container stark white with a small label. The micros had no chance to make it out as she displayed it in front of them.

“You know what this stuff is? Maybe you have your own itty-bitty versions.”

She gave it a shake.

“It’s called bleach, and it’ll probably mess you up a bit.”

She unscrewed the cap.

“It’s also gonna cover my tracks in case the sorority hires a private eye or something. Not that killing off another’s micro-civ is more than a civil matter, but I try to stay out of legal trouble of any sort.”

She smiled. “This stuff shreds DNA, so naturally you all will be fucked.”

Eryn turned her phone on to hear the screams. It hung safely on her belt via a clip. She also enjoyed hearing her quaking steps as her sneakered feet took her towards a corner of the vast display. She tilted the jug right over a cluster of villages near a mountain. By luck, she had missed them thus far. Not anymore. The torrent tore them apart on impact before beginning to dissolve the pieces.

She poured the substance in. The sickening sound of the fluid glugging out haunted micro minds. The screams picked up as the clear caustic flood fanned out over the vivarium. It short-circuited the underlying foundation and electronics. The wall screens cut out just as Eryn saw the ocean’s worth of cleaning chemical fan over one city.

The micros didn’t have a chance. A few managed to hold on to the top of a hill, but even the land dissolved in this roaring, painful death. If one survived the force of impact with the waves, the stuff got into their eyes, ears, mouths and nose. They swallowed it; they aspirated on it. It singed their insides and turned their flesh to a soapy sludge that burnt bad sloughing off.

Eryn emptied the whole jug, slipped the cap back on, then stuffed it into a plastic bag and then back into her backpack. She’d ditch it at some dumpster later. For now, she took can of spray paint from her backpack and started shaking it. She kept it stirring while she walked over to the switches on the wall. She flicked them both off. The screens were shot anyways, but the vivarium lid still functioned. The pulley system lowered the ‘roof’ of the civilization back on. If any micros managed to survive floating on some chunk of metal or the like, the fumes would get to them eventually. There were air holes in the lid of course, but not nearly enough to vent all that bleach.

The redhead lifted her shirt and wiped the switches free of her prints. The can of spray paint seemed more than shaken enough. She sprayed a message on the front of the vivarium in solid black paint.

“ZZ sucks. TT rules!”

The perfect framing: the ZZ and TT sororities were longtime rivals, even though both were jerks to her. She chuckled, satisfied, and stored the can back in her backpack. Eryn took one more look at the vivarium. The last mountain peak slumped over into the ocean of bleach. It was dissolved and mush.

“More like an aquarium now aren’t you? Ha.” Another chuckle. She got her backpack zipped up, hoisted it onto her back, and then made her way through the hallway towards the window she came in from.

As she passed Starr’s room, her phone beeped. The Micro Manager app had picked up another micro-civ in range.

“Well well well.” she mused. “Could it be...”

She checked her phone. It showed a view from just one city. She looked at the name it displayed and smirked.

“Starrborough huh? Figures she’d name you though.”

Eryn went into the room with a grin on her face.

Chapter 5: Starrborough

The citizens of Starrborough were disconcerted. Did Starr come back early? They heard her mention the karaoke contest the other day, and it sounded like a group thing. Plus, those steps sounded a bit boomier than the dainty feet they were used to. Starr never wore shoes in her room: partly out of consideration for their well being.

So it couldn’t be Starr, but it was unlikely to be anyone else in the ZZ sorority either. They all knew not to come in her room uninvited. It quickly became apparent this was a stranger.

Eryn waltzed up to the nightstand and loomed over the little petri-dish. A smile grew on her face as she studied it. “Looks like Starr’s got her own private pet city now doesn’t it.” She lifted her phone to view herself from the city’s lovely and lowly perspective. Just like in ZZ-World, there wasn’t a password or anything needed to interface. It was only by trust none of the other gals played with Starr’s little city. That and fearing her wrath, of course.

Thankfully, Eryn didn’t go to this sorority though. She had no stakes here, and nothing to fear since they wouldn’t know she ‘visited’ at all. The tomboy saw her crotch loom above the city and chuckled. She crouched down to get eye level with it. She turned on the city audio relay with the Micro Manager app, and was surprised to hear comparatively few screams. Even as her freckled face loomed right above the enclosed civilization, she hardly heard any panic.

Seems Starr had them well trained. The tomboy had an idea. She’d try to talk to them.

“Hello.” she said. The speaker played back her voice from the audio-mic system underneath the city. “You little guys better figure out a way to communicate with me before I get bored and just trash you.”

Starrborough had a ruling council of sorts. They had no real power, since everyone knew Starr’s word was law. Still, they were elected and managed the city’s water distribution, indoor gardening departments and other utilities for the city. Now, they had their first real challenge. They were aware of some sort of microphone system with which Starr could hear them. She never wanted to listen to them, however. In fact, she chastised them heavily the only time they tried. Starr had said gods didn’t need to listen to their subjects.

Thankfully, as part of the advanced city Starr purchased, there was that tiny microphone at the city’s central park. It was in addition to the microphones under the city’s surface which were probably too weak for any one person to be picked up. The council remembered the day the microphone booth was put there by some sort of metal tweezers. It had been unused till now: by Starr’s orders.

The council ran out into the streets. The park wasn’t too far from their building. The council leader went into the microphone booth.

“Hello!” shouted the council leader. She was a gray haired micro. “Hello, can you hear us.” She looked up in anticipation. Any one of this woman’s freckles stretched big enough to park a few cars on.

Eryn squinted. Her phone played back a voice. Some old woman.

“Who’s this? You the city mayor or something?” said Eryn. She didn’t deign to speak in her phone. She knew her voice was loud enough to be heard.

The micros covered their ears, but got the message.

“M-my name is Wanda. I am the council leader for the city. There is no mayor. We follow the demands of Starr when she gives them out. Who might you be?”

“Name’s Eryn.” said the redhead. Her smile stretched wide in their sky.

“Are you a friend of Starr’s perhaps? We know she lives with other god-beings and-”

Eryn interrupted. “Nope. I hate her guts in fact. I am a god though, your new one.”

Wanda’s heart dropped. The sentiment was shared with many others in the city. A few screams rang out of the speakers.

“What? That’s impossible once Starr hears about this she’ll-”

“She won’t” said Eryn. Her hand came down and another symphony of screams rung out. The tomboy was rotating their lid off.

“Stop please!” cried Wanda. Eryn just chuckled, dwarfing that plea and all the others. She already had the perfect idea on how to get rid of them all. As though to hint at it, her stomach rumbled. The fleshy roar of it spread terror over the city.

“Hear that?” said Eryn. “Your new god’s famished. Shame for you that she’s not a very nice one. You’ll make a nice sacrifice though.”

The lid popped off and Eryn set it aside.

“To my appetite, that is.”

Eryn began to raise the city towards her mouth. Without the lid, the tomboy’s breath wafted over them. The humidity of it fogged their windows.

“No!” shouted Wanda. “Don’t it’s... this is being recorded. Starr will find out.”

“No she won’t. You can’t store feeds to anything but a laptop or computer I’m told, and I don’t see any nearby.”

She had called the bluff.

“Please, we’ll worship you instead.” cried Wanda. “Spare our city. Whatever your grudge, there are hundreds of thousands of innocents.”

Eryn chuckled yet again. “Grudge or no, I’m curious what you taste like. Enough of this. In you go.”

Eryn tilted the petri-dish of a city over her wide open mouth. The entire city slid off its foundation into that awaiting maw. Shimmering bands of drool broke the buildings as the flew down into the tomboy’s gob. Hundreds of people got stuck in them, while many more fall past them and right down Eryn’s gullet.

Some of the city held on to the underlying foundation of the dish, but a few shakes sent them out and free falling into the pitch-blackness of her throat. Once her mouth was full of the city, she swallowed. The buildings were brittle enough that she had no risk of chocking gulping them down like that. In fact, the tugs of her throat did quite a number of the structures, given the noises coming from the speaker.

Eryn smiled, both at that and the fact that she could still hear. That little microphone booth had its own wiring and WiFi connection. By sheer luck, it survived the swallow. Eryn listened to the sounds of her body and the countless screams as her throat gripped all those micro lives down.

Sadly, none of the cameras made it. Even if they did they couldn’t get too much without lighting. The built in lights on the thing wouldn’t have a chance of illuminating something as comparatively vast as her gut.

She didn’t mind, the audio was enough to put together a visual. She heard her stomach gurgle at the new arrivals. She heard the churn of that organ, and the resulting screams as all that city matter got tossed and tumbled about. She shut her eyes and exhaled a sultry breath at the screams of burning agony once her acids started to tingle.

Wanda was one of the first to die. A stray steel girder crushed her legs, so she was stuck in a pool of stomach juices. Mobs of people were crushed by the stomach flesh as it moved. Buildings collapsed. Every home was destroyed. Everyone stumbled in the dark, screaming as their eyes stung in the torrid air.

Eryn had the perfect thing to listen to on her way out of here. She hooked her earbuds into her phone and clipped it back on her belt. A new set of screams rung out as she stood fully upright. She heard her own chuckle, muffled by the flesh of her stomach. Her heart beat in the background too.

“I’m huge.” she mused to herself. She smiled. Her plan was a success! She knew TT was sitting out of the karaoke competition, so they’d have no alibi for her framing. Eryn was sure her actions here would start an inter-sorority conflict that’d get the whole university involved. The entire sorority system on campus would probably collapse as a result.

She scooped up the petri-dish and stuffed it in one of the side-pockets of her backpack, zipped up for safety. She wiped everything she touched of her prints, then hopped back out the second floor window, slid down the tree, and walked out to her car.

After such a successful plan, she decided to treat herself. She’d stop through a drive through for a nice burger. Maybe some of the city she ate would survive long enough to get crushed by the chewed thing? The thought made her grin.

Afterwards, Eryn planned to buy herself a micro-city of her own. She had seen some signs advertising some half-off and ‘buy one, get one free’ deals at the local micro-civ store. Her experiences today were too fun to ignore, and she had some fun, intimate ideas on how to play god in the privacy of her own apartment tonight.

She drove off 15 minutes before Starr returned.

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Arianna and Nance carried the big gold-colored trophy inside. They passed it off to the sophomores. “Just put it with the rest.” said Starr.

“Great singing out there Starr!” said Arianna.

“Yeah you really nailed those high notes.” said Nance.

The brunette giggled. “Oh stop. It is true though. My singing lessons paid off.” She giggled with a flip of her hair.

“Anyways, that was fun but a tad exhausting. What do you say we check on ZZ-World again?”

“Do you think they repaired that damage from Nance’s finger?”

Starr spoke. “Oh they’re fast at all that. Roads are easy to fix.”

The three gals walked up the stairs to their floor of the house.

“I’m sure we’ll step in that room and find everything good as new.”

“We do take good care of them don’t we?” said Arianna.

Starr’s hand was on the door knob to the vivarium room. She gave it a twist.

“They’re lucky to have us.”, she said.

Fin