She was no longer alone in her head as the Guild had renewed its confrontation with her. Before, it was several voices and she flicked them away one-by one. This time it was one voice and it was male. Even with no physical voice, that was obvious. Males were rare in the guild and for good reason. No male had ever been born with enhanced abilities, and witches who chose to replace their bodies with a male one, often lost their abilities; keeping most from even trying. But this one was one of the exceptions. Born several centuries ago, she had the most powerful telepathic powers of her time. Why she chose replace her body with a male one was never clear, but her abilities were powerful enough to beat the gender switch and subsequently propel “him” to the upper echelons of the Guild.
His name was Belkan, and Wanda knew him mostly by his esteemed reputation and extreme arrogance. He was indeed, their telepathic champion which was proving skilled enough that she couldn’t swat him away like the others as he ranted away at her in Latin. She chose to ignore him instead.
Wanda continued crawling until only her lower legs remained within the rubble of the old government building. She placed a hand on the inner edge of the roofs of the still intact legislative buildings on each side to assist in standing up. Though the walls crumbled as she applied her weight, their resistance did offer a little support in standing back up.
Her destruction had created a massive cloud of dust, but the weather was on her side as the wind had shifted to a more northern direction. That was good because she did not want the view in front of her obscured. Not when she looked down and saw the plaza simply packed to the walls with people. It was faces mostly. A sea of bright flesh-colored dots all looking up at her in surprising stillness.
“So, I guess the plaza wasn’t all that safe after all.” She said smiling down at them with a classic hands-on-hips pose.
At that point, collective thought of almost everyone in the packed mob was: ‘No this isn’t safe at all! And why did I think it would be?’ as they craned their necks to take in her entire oversexed, naked presence. The overhead sun accentuating every single curve on her gleaming body. Only a handful thought to wonder how she could craw through a collapsing building, and rise up from a cloud of dust and emerge without so much as a smudge.
“It’s been quite a day, but you all did get off work early, so let’s relax and have fun!”
The crowd remained largely still until she took a step forward and they moved back in kind. Actually, stating that they compressed would be a more accurate description, but it was enough that the edge of the crowd closest to her, was able to push back about six feet. A few saw the futility of it and bravely ran forward, and toward her to reach the entrance, whereupon they darted sideways along the outside of the fence to get away.
The first four or five actually did get away. Those following them met the underside of her toes. Wanda was careful not to damage the fence with either foot as she trapped the bodies. For a moment she just held them in place, but eager to deal with the larger crowd, she bent her toes downward and crushed them all flat; their curtailed wails of pain hopefully sending the right message to anyone else thinking of escaping.
The fence blocked the crowd’s view of what happened, but they could guess, and it only reinforced how trapped and helpless they were.
Trapped and helpless. Indeed, they were, and Wanda relished the thought as she contemplated her next move. She had a few in mind. All of them, were, well…messy. She wondered what percentage would survive.
“They should all survive! You must stop this!” Belkan’s voice seem louder in her mind, and this was the first time he responded to her thoughts rather than just rant about breaking the natural order, bringing danger upon all magical people, along with threats of all the torment they would foist upon her.
She ignored him by addressing the people again: “You are all just so cute, I really need to have a better look”
With her feet still up against the fence on each side, she took a slight step back and brought her feet closer together. Bending her knees, she then came down to a kneeling position, with her knees and upper shins mercilessly squashing dozens of people at the forward edge of the crowd.
“This is outrageous! You must stop this at once!” Belkan managed to shout in her mind. ‘Damn! He is really getting annoying’ Wanda thought as she reached down and picked up a random guy from the crowd between her knees. He may have been a white man in his forties, but he was red in the face as he yelled in panic. Actually, the red was mostly blood splatter from her knee impacts, but no matter, as Wanda was focusing not on the color of his head but its size. It was somewhere between the size of a peppercorn and a pea, and back in Belgium, the head issuing the ongoing Latin tirade in her mind wasn’t any bigger. Compared to her, he literally was a pea-brain and she was damned if she was going to let him get the best of her anymore.
With that sense of fortitude, she went into her own mind, pictured Belkan’s consciousness, wrapped it with her own and threw it into the mind of the man between her thumb and finger and trapped him there.
The expression pf the man on her hand immediately changed from terror to confusion as he looked around him and took in the perspective of his new host. That shifted to utter astonishment as looked straight ahead at her giant smiling face, and struggled unsuccessfully to free his mental self.
“Sorry but appearances to the contrary, there isn’t room in this head for the both of us, so its time you go back to the puny, pathetic thing you are.” As she spoke, she brought up her right hand and caught his left arm between her thumb and forefinger. She did the same with her left hand, suspending him between in between.
The crowd was surprised to hear her talking to the man she seemed to pick up at random as though she knew him. Some hoped that having found this person, she would leave the rest of them alone.
Belkan cried out as her grip on his arms increased slightly.
“What’s the matter? The great telepath master is trapped in a body not of his choosing? It must be tearing you apart!!” With that, she pulled on his arms, enough that his left arm was completely pulled apart from his body. He screamed out in pain as blood issued prodigiously from the empty socket.
“Well that was disarming wasn’t it?” She giggled at her joke, though it was a shame he probably didn’t hear it through his own screaming.
She tossed the arm aside, grabbed his lower left leg, and then did the same with her other hand. Weaken from trauma of his arm “Belkan” collapsed at the knees and now hung upside down.
Wanda slowly started to pull the legs further apart. She realized this would likely kill him, or rather kill the body, where upon his consciousness would be released and revert back to Belkan’s own body. She wasn’t done with him yet, so she shot a glance down at the crowd. A little beyond her left knee, she took notice of a prominent head of bright blond hair among the sea of dark-haired heads. That would work.
Somehow “Belkan” managed to yell even louder than before, as the legs were pulled far past their comfort level. Retaining him as long as she could, her left hand pulled its leg off in a particularly messy fashion. As blood poured out of the body, she felt his felt his consciousness fading fast, so she took hold of it, scanned beyond her left knee for the blond and shot Belkan’s consciousness into her.
The man in her hands regained control of what was left of his body just in time for it to die. Normally, when she inhabited someone’s body, she could control how much the body’s owner could see, hear, and feel during the time. Unaccustomed to throwing other people’s consciousnesses into other people’s bodies, she wasn’t sure how much the man experienced of his fatal ordeal. Not that she cared, and even her current curiosity of the subject was fleeting. With a flip of her right wrist, she discarded the body, streaming two trails of blood in the air as it flew in an arc past the park into an adjacent parking lot. She turned her attention back to the blond.
The “blond” was suddenly infused with the 542-year-old effectively male mind of someone who had just been on the brink of an excruciating death. He entered with a scream left over from his previous situation, but curtailed it quickly he saw his complete change of perspective and the pain disappeared. But the anxiety of that situation remained with him and he began hyperventilating as he frantically took stock of the situation. He was surrounded by hundreds of people pressed against each other. The loud, jerky actions of the woman’s body he was in attracted surprisingly little attention from those around her. They had after all, just seen a 300-foot naked giantess pick up some guy near them and pull an arm and leg off of him. Not everyone is going to react calmly to that.
That his body was female, was immediately apparent, and not novel for him. In addition to originally being a woman, he had invaded women’s minds countless times over the centuries. What was novel was that he/she was a half a head taller than most of the people around her. This was a big woman’s body.
Everything was relative of course. The truly big woman was just in front of her. Wanda’s left knee towered over them and was only about twenty feet away, the rest of her much further back.
But still too close. He had no idea how he had been rescued from that dismembered body but he wasn’t going to dwell on it. The moment she flicked his former host body away, Belkan turned around and plowed into the crowd. Adrenalin surging, the big body shoved people aside, and down as she made her way step by step.
Wanda turned her attention to the blond woman’s location and saw her painstakingly making her way through the crowd. The movement made it apparent how tall this woman was. She looked to be a bit over six feet, just as Wanda’s body normally was. No wonder she was so easy to spot.
Wanda paused and watched for a moment as the woman slogged and slugged her way into the crowd. Just when she felt Belkan thinking that he might be successful in getting away, Wanda leaned forward, curled her left fingers leaving just enough room for one person to stand in the middle of them, and slammed the open fist down around the blond woman.
Everyone adjacent to her was instantly smashed to the ground and liquified while a blood-splattered Belkan was surrounded by a horizontal stack fingers twice her height. The fingers closed in and Belkan’s Amazonian body was lifted effortlessly. When they reached eye-level. the fingers opened, exposing Belkan’s newest host body lying face down facing away from his tormentor. A quick tilt of the hand rolled Belkan over and he/she again viewed Wanda from a familiar perspective.
Wanda took in the shape of the woman who was not so much fat as very curvaceous. She probably worked pretty hard to keep her weight in check. “Welcome back to womanhood, Belkin!”
“Quod est indignum! Vos oportet…”
“In English you fool!” Wanda was tired of internally translating.
That was outrageous! You have no standing to treat me like that! The Guild will…”
The Guild will be crushed under my heel, or perhaps just my thumb if they mess with me, just as easily as I can crush you!” She interrupted again.
“Providing I choose to” she added, pausing for a moment.
“Now that you’re a woman again, This is a good opportunity to familiarize yourself with the parts. To start, it is kind of hard to ignore these.”
Wanda rose her hand in an arc toward her left breast and let the woman’s body drop onto it. The woman’s body immediately started sliding to the inside and was thick enough to wedge between them without any pushing in on Wanda’s part. Wanda wasn’t interested in crushing her just yet, so she plucked the body out and placed it back on up on the center of the breast, but a bit forward so it started sliding down to the nipple.
Belkan caught the nipple but couldn’t stop the momentum of the woman’s body, which was much larger and heavier than what he was used to. He wound up dangling below the nipple while hanging on for dear life. But that was just an instinctive action. Belkan suddenly realized that what he wanted was dear death. Unable to get out on his own, if the host body died, he would be released, and could retreat to his own body. He let go…
…and fell onto her palm. “Not so fast my friend, no death for you just yet. There is so much more for you to explore. And now comes the most interesting lady part of all.” Wanda brought the woman’s body down to her vagina, and didn’t even say anything as she pushed her in with her finger. She barely felt the body within her but still figured she may be able to clinch her muscles and crush the body, before she thought better of it.
“No, that is way too nice a place for you.” From the look of the woman’s expression, she was not inclined to agree. “This next part is actually not unique to woman, but for an asshole like you, it Is only appropriate that you get a close look.
As anyone would guess from her words, Wanda brought Belkan around to the left and head first right up to her asshole. The key here would be to not break the body before it was inside. Wanda’s ass cheeks were already spread a bit from the kneeling position so Wanda relaxed her ass as best as she knew how. Next, she closed her eyes and gave herself a remote view of the activity and carefully brought the woman’s head up to the anus and with utmost care, shoved it inside. Arms and legs flailed wildly, but she caught the legs with her thumb and ring finger, her index finger pressed against the ass to keep the body from bending and together they pushed it inside.
In a flash, Wanda decided that even this death was not horrible enough, so she observed Belkan’s consciousness as it struggled and coughed in the noxious air…of which there wasn’t much of, so suffocation was what she would have to monitor.
But that gave her a minute or two, so in the mean-time, she reached forward and grabbed two more people. Wanda wanted a man and a woman. What she got was two slender women, one just had short hair. Off she went into the air with a flick of the wrist and Wanda reached down again for a man. She brought up a young man in a nice suit and placed him in her left palm by the woman.
Having seen the fate of those proceeding them, these two were the most terrified people in her hand yet. The woman was young, a girl really, probably not out of her teens. She was so scared she threw up, to which she had the unexpected courtesy of doing between Wanda’s fingers. Of course, that meant it landed on some poor schmuck down below.
Belkan struggled, coughed and choked in his foul confinement before remembering again that to die was his goal. Then came the realization that as awful as this place was, there really was no way to force his death. Even if he managed to wriggle his way out, in her kneeling position, he would not fall far enough to die. You can’t really hurry asphyxiation either. This body was reflexively coughing and gagging and anything else it could do to stave off its demise and he really couldn’t stop it. Still, the breathing became more labored, and more desperate. He was starting to feel his consciousness fading. His connection to the body was slipping away. Almost there, another second and…
…he found himself in blinding bright light, and on a dry surface as the coolest most refreshing air he had ever experienced washed over his body despite the Phoenix heat. Merde!!
He was back in her palm in a man’s body wearing a suit, the jacket of which seemed absurdly hot and confining and he frantically started removing it before he even realized he was sharing the palm with someone else. He then snorted at the girl as he then clawed at his shoes and socks to remove them. Any kind of confinement was freaking him out. The girl, scared as she was, couldn’t help but notice the change in the man from a moment before.
“Well, well, nice to have you back my friend.” Again, the girl in the palm and everyone within the sound of her voice were puzzled by her side of the conversation. The girl was doubly surprised to hear the man next to her answer back in a string of hysterical Latin profanity, none of which she understood but found the language remarkably exotic for such an ordinary looking guy.
“Now, now, don’t’ be rude and speak English so everyone can understand.”
‘Everyone? He thought. There was just him, the giant woman, who understood him, and this stupid mortal girl next to him, who was of no consequence. He didn’t even remember the mob below. Such a demand was nonsense and he went back to cursing her in Latin practically foaming at the mouth as he did so.
“My dear Belkan you shouldn’t let your anger consume you so! That’s my job”
Wanda grabbed his right hand, and forearm between her thumb and finger and lifted him up frighteningly close to her face. He couldn’t even see the whole face at once. She brought him right up to her nose lowered him slowly. He was considering the size of her nostrils when his feet suddenly landed on something wet and squishy. He brought them up by reflex and looked down. It was her tongue, and it was about the size of a king size bed. His bent knees now landed on the wet surface and she released his hand, causing him to fall face down. He attempted to turn around and leap off the end of the tongue and fall to his death but he found difficulty finding traction on the slimy surface and then the end of the tongue curled up and the entire thing retracted into her mouth.
It started with being pressed to the roof of the mouth. After that, the tongue threw him every which way. He collided with the top teeth on both sides, and the bottom teeth as well. He was pressed up against the front teeth and then found himself between the teeth and her cheeks, and through it all he was helpless to either protect himself or kill himself.
Meanwhile, Wanda was planning ahead. The girl was next and Wanda wanted her naked. She wanted to tell her to strip off her clothes, but was concerned that the talking may end up killing Belkan prematurely. She could implant the thought in the girl’s head, but she would have to pierce through the girls’ high emotional state while keeping Belkan trapped and she really didn’t want to risk Belkan slipping away.
An idea occurred to her. She looked down and found a man with some size to him. After picking him up and putting him in the palm next to the girl, she tapped him in the head and rendered him unconscious. She then entered his empty head, had him get up, go directly to the girl and in a stoic, zombie-like manner, proceeded to remove her clothes. She resisted, she hit and kicked and even bit him to no avail. The man didn’t seem to feel any pain, or show any emotion at all as he removed one piece of clothing after another. Once he was done, he did not even look at her. But rather bent down, grabbed the clothes, and simply walked off the edge of her hand and fell into the crowd over a hundred feet below.
Wanda turned her attention back to the man in her mouth. Holding him up against the roof of her mouth again, she bit her teeth hard against each other a couple of times just to convey to him a sense of their power. She then maneuvered him to on top of her right molars, but in an angle such that his head was to the inside. She then brought her upper teeth down slowly stopping just as they contacted his body. She paused and then resumed again, bringing her teeth down very slowly, feeling one bone break after another, and then another, and another.
Belkan screamed his loudest until he got to the point where he couldn’t inhale anymore. Another crack, and another. It amazed her just how crushed his body could be while he remained alive. But once again, she felt him fading. She shoved his head between the teeth with the rest of his body and applied the slightest amount of pressure. Belkan managed to find air for one last anguished scream, before she pulled him from the brink of death once again.
The girl in Wanda’s hand, who had been scared speechless since she was picked up and practically catatonic since being stripped naked, suddenly burst into a scream signaling the transfer. Wanda let her teeth come together, crushing the head and flattening the body into a bloody mess…a bloody mess she wasn’t really interested in eating. Looking up from her hand she noticed to her far right, a group forming a human pyramid in an attempt to scale the wall. Mustering pressure in her mouth, she spat out the messy carcass toward the escapees and with a little telekinetic help, sent the body smacking into the middle of the group with a noticeable splat, collapsing the whole thing.
She turned her attention back to the girl in her hand with what was left of Belkan’s mind. “Was that fun for you? Did I give you an exciting thrill ride.?” Wanda’s voice seemed to sweep the scream from the Belkan. The girl looked up and started babbling incoherently. Wanda couldn’t even identify what language it was in. The girl’s slender but unremarkable body exhibited strange jerky motions as she spoke. Belkan was broken.
“Oh poor dear. You need to calm down! Fortunately, I know just the place. Quiet, secluded, warm, you’ll love it. And once there, I’ll leave you alone. Her final act with the Guild’s champion was actually rather anticlimactic. Wanda grabbed the girl by the foot, raised her over her head, tilted her head back, bright the body close above her mouth and let go. Unlike like last time she simply swallowed the body whole. She gulped softly intending to do as little damage as possible to the body as it made its way down to her stomach. She wanted Belkan’s death to be long and slow from her stomach acid, though it is possible she may asphyxiate first from the fowl vapors of her digestive system. An entirely unpleasant death either way.
Belkan did manage to keep breathing those vapers, which were indeed quite fowl, but that soon became the least of his problems when she decended into a pool of stomach acid that first stung, then burned and then burned intensely as it steadily ate at the flesh, and every time she thrashed with the pain, it got worse.
Eventually the body died, and his mind returned to his body in Belgrade, surrounded five anxious Guild elite. But he came back as a babbling lunatic whose crazed but still powerful telepathic mind sent everyone in the room with him into similar degrees of insanity. Days later, all six had been poisoned to curb the mental and physical damage they were causing.