In this Chapter: Kristen takes a different approach to her new life and establishes herself in the rooms. A gift is presented to Kristen along with some new challenges.
Main Tags of This Chapter: Unaware.
Kristen – Age 27 Madelyn – Age 5 months
Lakeside Suburbs, USA
Kristen unloaded a few bags on the kitchen table, taking out numerous items and setting them down across the counters near the sink with a few plastic thuds. Washing her hands with a few dabs of soap before drying off her hands and placing the small towel back down. Staring at the items and bags she had delivered to her home via an app, pondering on where she should start first.
She couldn’t think straight, but now for other reasons, wondering if the threats made by the tiny people were credible or truthful, wondering if they could actually kill Madelyn in some way, but the thoughts did help Kristen forget about her guilt and regrets about having killed some of the tinies in the meantime. Focusing instead on her intense motherly hormones and protective instincts of wanting to keep Madelyn safe from any threat, both in the real world, and the tiny worlds in her home. She didn’t want to wonder through, not taking any chances or risks, she decided to take a more direct approach over her life just like Ginny suggested she should do as Kristen reached towards the bags.
Inside the bags came things that were relatively normal, like groceries and baby supplies, but then came rubber stops and door locks accompanied by a set of small tools meant to secure the two back-room doors. Kristen not wanting the tinies getting out from under the doors ever again without her knowing, not wanting to feel that same disgustingly wet and unexpected crunch under her soles like she did with that stray group of micros.
She carefully took the rubber linings out of their plastic covers and gently walked down the hallway, keeping a keen eye on the flooring as she tiptoed, not seeing any tinies, giving her some relief as she crouched down in front of the doors. She installed the linings underneath the doors at her back rooms, sealing them against the floor and squeezing them air-tight, making it impossible for any tinies to be able to find their way from out underneath them.
Next were the doors’ locks, Kristen dressed in her hoodie and baggie pants, pulled the hood over her head because she didn’t want to be seen, ashamed that some of the tiny people saw her as a god, knowing that they probably couldn’t help but look at her, being so massive compared to them. She didn’t even want to look at them herself, focused on the locks as she used some small tools to strip the regular lock off both doors, first on the nano country room, then the office room with the cities.
Carefully screwing in the stronger locks, both doors now secured and impassable other than by way of the two keys that Kristen now possessed in her pocket. She carried them upstairs and placed the pair of keys in a small jewelry box that her grandmother had given her as a teenager. Kristen effectively becoming the gatekeeper of the tinies and their only passage out of the room if they couldn’t find a way back to wherever they came from.
As she placed the keys in the box, she couldn’t help but think how easily she could kill that tiny that threatened Maddy, how easily she could make them eat their own threats with one poke of her toe or finger, how willing she would be to preserve Madelyn’s health and safety, even if it meant purposefully killing one of them, much like she had done to save the city that was under attack by another, although it went against everything moral she had. Kristen didn’t know who, or where that threatening tiny was, but she did have an option to know.
Kristen had been receiving nonstop messages from the leader who claimed her to be a god in the city that she had saved, Kristen ignoring them, but there was no way to block the messages due to the strange encryption, like a persistent creepy guy at a bar who wouldn’t leave her alone. Eventually, Kristen sat down at responded to the leader, trying to better understand things and maybe find out about the tiny who thought it would be a good idea to threaten Kristen’s daughter.
“So… that group of people that I accidentally stepped on in my hallway, they were from your city?” Kristen asked.
“Yes” the reply came.
“I’m sorry, but why though? They didn’t have to die, why where they even outside of the room?” Kristen asked.
“They left on a pilgrimage to serve you, offering their lives to you” the reply said.
“To serve me? You’re fucking insane” Kristen responded, gritting her teeth as she tapped on her phone.
“No, I’m Anton, I am the Holy Prince of Crest, the city that you saved, and our religion tells of a time where our savior will present themselves in our most dire need, or I suppose, herself, so that we may serve her as our righteous duty for the rest of our lives” the reply came as Kristen sighed deeply, throwing her had back against the pillows annoyed.
“Anton… I am not a fucking god… don’t ever call me one again” Kristen harshly replied.
“But you saved us…they attacked us because they do not believe in you like we do, the existence of my people was to serve the great one who would save us one day, and that is you!” Anton excitedly responded. Kristen bit her lip, annoyed, frustrated, questioning if her actions of stomping that military base was worth this interaction, maybe it could be, Kristen thought.
“Okay, Anton, sure… I helped you… maybe you can help me now?” Kristen asked.
“Yes, goddess, anything” Anton replied. Kristen curled her head around, closing her eyes, clenching her jaw tightly, trying not to be angry. Taking a deep breath and relaxing herself, trying to think of Ginny’s kind words instead.
“What can you tell me about the people that attacked Crest? and do you know anything about the person who threatened me?” Kristen asked.
“Are you commanding me to tell you, goddess?” the reply came as Kristen cringed again, almost chuckling to herself at how ridiculously absurd this little man’s words were.
“Yes” Kristen sent the message.
“My holiness has been blessed, I have been given a command by my god, yes, I will tell you” the reply came as Kristen waited, shaking her head.
“What did I get myself into…” Kristen whispered to herself, rubbing her hands through her hair, and down over her chest, feeling that her right breast was particularly sore from feeding Madelyn.
“The city attacked us because they don’t believe you are a true goddess, their leader is named Werth, I think he is a general, he’s the one that called you a bitch. Their city is called Aker. The leader that threatened your godliness and your holy offspring, the utmost heinous of crimes, is President Nyla, she lives in the city closest to the far back window opposite of Crest. The central city has the ability to see all the communications made to you, there is no doubt that they will soon attempt to shut off my access when they realize what I am doing” Anton typed.
“Thank you, Anton… I’ll come to you with more questions if I need anything” Kristen said, placing her phone down on the table next to her. Kristen going upstairs to tend to Maddy while she took time to think…
*** *** ***
“Whew…” Kristen puffed as she breathed heavily. Ginny right behind her as they both finished a late evening jog through the neighborhood. Kristen comfortable letting Maddy sleep for an hour but keeping her phone close just in case there was any disturbance, more than confident she could sprint home as Kristen and Ginny kept their jog in a pattern around their houses.
“Wanna come in?” Ginny asked.
“Sure!” Kristen excitedly replied. Kristen having never entered Ginny’s house before, the walls were decorated with eclectic artwork and dozens of house plants draping down walls, expensive furniture lined the floors throughout the rooms, and her home somehow even more clean than Kristen’s, but she didn’t mind.
“Take your shoes off, though, that’s the one rule” Ginny said. Kristen cringing a bit as she felt the cold flooring under her sweaty, warm socks, placing her shoes near the door.
Kristen could see little wet, sweaty footprints of Ginny’s feet trailing across the wood flooring as she followed her into the kitchen for one of Ginny’s healthy concoctions of vegetables and vitamins. Kristen drinking it as fast as she could to help herself from tasting the earthly smoothie. “So, how you feeling?” Ginny asked.
“I’ve been much better!” Kristen said.
“Yeah?!” Ginny excitedly replied.
“Yeah! Maybe your crystals really helped” Kristen said with a little chuckle.
“Oh, they definitely did, your aura is just so pure right now, like… mmm… your energy is just so bright! I love it!” Ginny said, holding out her hands towards Kristen as if to almost “absorb” Kristen’s aura.
“I’m gonna do what you said, too, I think I’m gonna take a little bit more control over things… within my control” Kristen said with a smile, politely placing the smoothie glass in the sink.
“Kristy, that’s great! Oh! I am so glad, remember it’s about accepting the things that are out of your control, too! If you can learn that, you’ll feel so much more balanced” Ginny said with a wide smile as she dabbed a bit of sweat off her head with a towel.
“Fuck!” a muffled man’s voice came from upstairs in the large house.
“Hah, sorry… Daniel is up there playing some new video game or something that just came out…” Ginny said with a bit of embarrassment in her voice.
“It’s okay, my ex did the same thing all the time…” Kristen chuckled, biting her lip a bit. “Hey, uh, I have to pick up my work laptop next week, maternity leave is wearing out… and I don’t know if I’m really comfortable taking Maddy with me in the car just yet… is there any way you can watch her for like a couple hours while I go downtown to my office?” Kristen asked, Ginny could tell that Kristen was still a bit apprehensive about asking for help, but Ginny smiled anyway.
“Of course! That’s not problem, just let me know what day and I’ll be there!” Ginny said with enthusiasm.
*** *** ***
A few days later, Kristen found herself texting the prince of Crest again. Having a more peaceful few days, not having to worry at all about any micros or nanos crawling out from under the doors anymore. Focusing on herself and Maddy, cleaning up around the house, practicing some yoga here and there, but dreading the return to work that she would soon have to take. Kristen still wanted some answers though as she awoke in her comfortable bed late in the morning.
“Well, they took away my access to you, my divine, but the engineers of Crest are seemingly amongst the best in your heavenly room and restored my transmitter” Anton said. Kristen weirdly relieved to know that his access wasn’t fully taken away by the rest of the room, not fully knowing how the political situation worked down there at their level.
“How is everyone adjusting to me blocking the doors?” Kristen typed.
“Not well, I know this is part of your holy plan, and the people of Crest will stand by your all-knowing divinity. Some other leaders say that you will imprison us for damnation and torture, other cities struggle for supplies and power sources while people go hungry on the streets and in their homes, other cities don’t care about you at all, but we have a gift for you!” Anton replied.
“Fuck…okay…” Kristen whispered to herself, taking a deep breath, ignoring the tiny prince’s creepy words. “Anton…prince Anton… I do not want gifts… I do not want people killing each other… I do not want people without power and food, but what I do need is for you to tell me honestly if coming into the room and talking with everyone is a good idea” Kristen typed out.
“The goddess will enter the room? This is such good news!” Anton replied with obvious excitement.
“No, I want an honest answer, none of this goddess shit!” Kristen angrily replied, gripping her phone tightly.
“I do not wish to incur my divine’s wrath. I think entering is a good idea. The people are desperate for help, admittedly in places that do not believe in you, but maybe if you talk with everyone peacefully and show you are willing to help, they will worship you just as we do” Anton replied.
“Oh my fucking…” Kristen whispered to herself, rubbing the sides of her head with frustration. Kristen placed her phone down, tossing around in her bed for a few minutes hugging at her pillows for a few more minutes of rest. Debating whether or not it was a good idea to go back into her rooms as she showered and dressed herself. Wearing black leggings and thick white socks to pad against the quakes of her footsteps. Wearing a simple grey shirt and tying her hair up into a loose bun.
Kristen retrieved the keys from her dresser, checking on a sound asleep Maddy in her crib before heading downstairs to the rooms. Kristen couldn’t help but feel the nerves growing deep within her body, but the new approach she was taking after Ginny pepped her up made her feel slightly confident for the first time in a long time. Holding her head up as she opened the door with a metallic twist into the new lock.
Revealing herself to the cities as she slowly closed the door behind her. Looking around for any smoke or fires just like the last time she was there, but nothing looked off, just millions of micros all staring at her from their homes and skyscrapers, traffic coming to a standstill, Kristen hearing the little buzzes of activity, millions of tiny voices, but thankfully no wars to stop this time around.
Kristen knew that just the sight of her alone must have caused fear and panic, especially after having been responsible for an untold number of deaths, but the micros were happy to remind her every chance they got that she should feel bad, but those feelings of regret and guilt were waning thanks to the ultimate threat made by one individual. “Everyone be careful… I’m going to sit down…” Kristen anxiously spoke to the masses sprawled out before her feet.
Carefully tiptoeing around the cities, nearly hugging the wall around the edges and towards her chair that she had only ever sat in once at a furniture store. Dragging her hand along on the wall to keep her balance. Avoiding stepping on anything, not feeling a crunch or squish underneath her thick socks much to her relief, but there was the difficult task of climbing over the side of the chair, wanting to bypass causing damage to any of the three micro cities at the legs of her black and gold leather seat.
She took a few more steps against the edge of the wall, her heart racing a bit as she took a more dangerous step in between two cities near her chair, her right foot occupying almost all the space between the two masses of grey and green, unaware that dozens of houses and older buildings were collapsing from the quake of her step, many people inside buried under rubble and debris or crushed to death without much warning to get out. The shadow of her massive body encapsulating much of their sky from below as millions of people scattered into whatever shelter they could find.
Keeping her concentration and watching carefully that there weren’t any specks between the open flooring between the two metropolises. Something did catch her eye though, a little blip of orange crashing into the side of her ankle followed by a little whisp of black smoke puffing outward. Kristen’s eyes widening, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it, like a child in trouble, thinking maybe nobody would notice it if she didn’t say anything.
That was not true for the 200-passenger airplane full of people who were flying to the other side of the room, many of them planning on moving to President Nyla’s city in hopes that the president who was gaining fame for threatening the giantess and credited with keeping her away from the room would protect them as well. Their fate becoming the thick fibers covering Kristen’s massive ankle. The pilots unable to pull away in time as the debris charred into her sock, without as much of a scream from the 200 people, only to look out of the window and see nothing but a massive white wall as they crashed.
Kristen carefully and slowly rolling her body over the arms of her fancy chair. To avoid stepping to its front, she was contorting her body awkwardly before feeling herself slump into the comfortable back cushions, feeling her ass compress into the soft pad, crossing her feet and legs under one another atop the cushion as to not place her feet on the ground or dangle them over the edge to scare the millions of people below her toes.
Wiggling herself into the seat for a more comfortable position where she could hug her legs against her body with her phone sat on her lap. “Oh…” Kristen softly mumbled, remembering how good the chair felt for the first time in months. Kristen closed her eyes for a moment, resting her head against the soft padding of the back, rotating her neck around comfortably and loosely as her body conformed into the chair.
Opening her eyes to see all the cities from a much different view for the first time, the corner of the room, the light basking from her windows showing all the details, the little crystal structures lit up with lights, the roads, the miniscule dots of people and cars barely moving around from her perspective. Kristen blinking a few times and shaking her head, still in disbelief, but this was such an important step, taking a deep, nervous breath, millions of people, many of which hated her, some of which already loved her, waiting on bated breath to hear what she had to say.
“I realized that you all being here is out of my control…I still don’t know how you got here or…how you’re even able to exist but…” Kristen began to speak, trying to focus on her breathing, wondering if she was too loud or not. “We are going to learn to live with each other until the day you can figure out how to go home, alright? There is no way around it anymore… I heard… that maybe some of you need power? Some of you all might even need food? I can help with that if you let me” Kristen said, looking around all the cities.
Immediately her phone stated to vibrate atop her lap, a dozen messages from all the different leaders in the city. Kristen reached for her phone, seeing the messages come through rapidly, some angry, some supportive, others telling her to fuck off and leave as her heart raced again. Kristen took a second, and sat her phone back down between her legs, ignoring the messages. “Unfortunately, I think the only way for you to get these things you might need is through me, so please… very nicely… send me a message about where your city is in my room and what you need, tell me about you, your culture, your city’s name… okay?” Kristen spoke gently, giving a little smile as she nodded downward towards the floor.
She could feel her phone continue to buzz, repeating Ginny’s supportive words in her head for comfort while ignoring the messages. “There is something though, I need to say it… if anyone threatens to hurt my daughter in any way…” Kristen said, remembering words of Prince Anton, that President Nyla’s city was in the other corner by the window, as Kristen’s hazel eyes glared with anger in that direction, “you wont be around for long” Kristen spoke, her first attempt at trying to sound threatening, was unsure how well it went over with the tiny people, not wanting to hurt their feelings or make them scared, only aiming to scare two micros in particular as she looked over towards Crest and Aker.
Right on cue, Kristen’s phone buzzed again, but recognizing the strange, encrypted symbols as Anton, opening her phone to see his messages. “It’s time for your gift” the message read.
“Anton, not now” Kristen typed, sat silently atop her chair as the room continued to buzz with commotion from the tinies.
“A sacrifice must be made to appease you, goddess” Anton replied, Kristen looking up towards the ceiling as if annoyed.
“Anton… what the fuck are you talking about?” Kristen replied, lowering her brow in confusion, not saying a word to the tinies in the room.
“If you look at Crest, you should see a billowing smoke, towering into the heavens, burning wider than our largest valleys!” Anton replied as Kristen looked over, seeing a tiny, skinny tuft of black smoke barely puffing upwards. “At the base of this towering inferno are the prisoners from the battle in which you revealed yourself as our savior… we offer these prisoners as are our sacrifice to you, great divine!” Anton said. Kristen’s eyes widening, unsure of what to do, proud of herself only for a moment for standing up to the threat only to be tossed a curveball of insanity.
Kristen thought maybe she could play psychologically with Anton, knowing that he and his people looked at her like a god, maybe she could just tell him to release the prisoners. “Anton, I command you to release the prisoners” Kristen calmly typed.
“We cannot do as you ask, goddess, the prophecy demands that we appease you with sacrifices” Anton replied.
“Let them go, or I’ll step on you!” Kristen furiously typed, but her threat was hollow, she couldn’t bring herself to step on anyone innocent, just hoping her angry words would work, not wanting to deal with this hysteria in the middle of all the new political chaos she had just opened up with the rest of the people in the room. Making herself available to help everyone with their problems.
“That would be the most holy of deaths then, I await your wrath with open arms” Anton replied. Kristen letting her phone drop between her thighs, wincing her eyes tightly shut.
“Oh my god… oh my god… oh my god…” Kristen quietly mumbled to herself confusing almost everyone in the room who didn’t know what was going on as hundreds of thousands panicked in the streets just at the sight of the beautiful giant alone.
Kristen not being able to handle the stress of this little prince and his actions. “Message me, okay?” the visibly flustered Kristen said to the rest of the room as she contorted her body off of the chair, tiptoeing carefully around the cities, watching closely, the city of Crest, knowing there was prisoners from the war being held by the overly religious prince and his followers.
Kristen locking the city room behind her with a twist of her new key.
*** *** ***
“Wake up!” Mertz heard. Opening his eyes to darkness, but it was always dark in his prison, he couldn’t tell if it was light out or not after a few weeks in the dank and humid room. Thousands of his fellow military comrades locked up in Crest after the citizens of the city took everyone prisoner after nearly burning countless neighborhoods and city blocks to the ground. Only taken out of their prisons to help clean up the destruction they were responsible for, digging graves and clearing debris.
He never wanted to be there in the first place, only enlisting in the Aker military for a chance to travel his world, assigned to the tank crew after completing his bootcamp and training. He never even got a chance to deploy anywhere else but his home city, now he was eating cold bread for food twice a day along with a cup of dirty water in a giant woman’s house. The rest of his tank crew were separated, imprisoned elsewhere and out of sight.
Mertz begged over and over again, apologizing to the guards and people of the city he was once driving the tank through while thousands of people were dying all around him. His words didn’t matter though, he was seen as a heretic and infidel in the eyes of the people who worshipped the holy goddess, Kristen. He was losing weight quickly, stressed, and tired in cramped and dark conditions, he felt sick and weak, but he was suddenly being dragged out of the makeshift cell along with hundreds of others at a time.
The prisoners of war too malnourished to fight back after being starved, being transported through the half-decimated city from all the bombs and killing that people like Mertz were justifiably blamed for. They could see the giant Kristen in her chair in the distance, towering over everyone and everything. They were all shoved into a massive container as fires were lit all around them by strange men in long blue and white robes. Mertz thinking he was going to burn to death as punishment for what his military had done, but the container was closed and he and the rest of the prisoners were spared for the time being.
Unaware what was going to happen to them, but he could feel the deep quakes of the giantess moving around, thinking he was going to die once more at the hands of the massive woman, but no… he stood there for hours while the heat of the fires raged around him. Left to wonder his fate.
*** *** ***
Kristen shook her head, her plan had gone immediately astray, but she didn’t want to give up, her back against the closed door as she looked around, she grabbed the other key and unlocked the nano room instead. Gently closing the door behind her. Kristen finding herself a new challenge, the much smaller nanos. She couldn’t even see them besides the mossy grey patches strewn out across the brown and green rug from wall to wall in what was to be her art room.
There was a little disparity though, the edges of her room were seemingly empty, the wood flooring shown just enough for her to maybe navigate around and to the black and gold couch that matched her chair in the other room, a couch she hadn’t even sat in before. She decided to go for it. Tiptoeing around the hundreds of millions of people, being extra gentle with her footfalls knowing they had to be so much worse at their even smaller size than their micro counterparts.
Keeping her back towards the country as she scooted her tip toes from left to right along the base of the wall. She was unknowingly wiggling her ass as hundreds of millions of terrified nanos stared up towards the nearly 200-mile-tall woman, her curving hips and bubbly backside undulating with each little tip toe as she scooted towards the couch while she held her breath.
Finally, she could grab ahold of the cool leather of the wide sofa, similarly contorting her body over the edge to spare any deaths of nanos, except this time she could lay out the length of her body. She laid down, placing the phone at her side before feeling the cool leather compress with her body, folding her arms and hands under her head as if in a position to sleep, staring at the country length wise from a new perspective. It was incredible, laying down, she could see the little reliefs of mountains and hills, the slightest poke of a skyscraper coming up from the grey moss looking patches.
The couch felt even better than the chair she thought, closing her eyes for a moment, it felt cool on her body, her t shirt slightly tugged up as her bare midriff was exposed to both the nanos and the cold black leather. She could also feel the cooler temperature feeling quite relieving to her sore breast as she laid on her right side, she quietly cleared her throat though, wanting to adhere to her goal.
“So…uh…the last time I was here… I tried to give you water… and I gave too much, I’m sorry” Kristen softly whispered. “We have no choice right now but to live together and I haven’t heard from you all in a while… if someone can talk to me… I can give you help, we can figure out a better way together… please don’t be scared of me, I know what I did… but…” Kristen anxiously whispered, looking at her water covered footprints in the middle of the country, an untold number of millions of dead and squished bodies bulldozed into the dirt beneath them, “this is my home and I’m not leaving” Kristen spoke, hoping to feel the vibration of her phone at her side, but there was nothing.
She waited for a few moments, laying down in silence, curling her toes a few times and sliding her legs against one another in comfort as she started to become warm. “Anyone there?” Kristen whispered, looking at the country confused. “Please don’t be afraid to talk to me, I’m not here to hurt anyone, I promise” Kristen softly spoke, but again, there was no vibration, the country was silent. At least being able to hear the commotion of tiny voices and little cars in the city room, but the nano room was eerily quiet, completely unaware to if the nanos were even still down there.
Kristen looked around over the grey patches of cities, trying to pick out flying dots to see if there was any indication of tiny life beneath her couch for a few minutes without saying anything, but in her efforts to pick out aloft specks, she closed her eyes and drifted off into a little nap atop her comfy sofa for a half hour.
Kristen suddenly awaking to numerous vibrations, her first instinct telling her that something was wrong with Madelyn and the baby monitor app on her phone was trying to let her know. Quickly reaching her arms out and shooting her body up from the couch while keeping her legs on the leather, but she hit her phone with the side of her arm as she was looking to reach for it.
The phone began to tumble off of the couch as Kristen’s eyes looked horrified, her mouth open, she reached for it in an attempt to catch it before it slipped off of the smooth leather, but in her haste, she had hit the phone with the side of her hand, sending the phone tumbling off the couch and down towards the floor, flipping in midair as it nearly crashed into the country, headed straight for a city and township that would have wiped out over a million people, the phone itself was miles long, would have flattened everything like a black metallic asteroid before Kristen pinched the edge of the phone between her fingers, corralling it before it could hit the floor and the nanos, saving them from certain death.
The phone continuing to vibrate in her hand as she pulled it upward, frantically opening the screen to see Madelyn was still sound asleep in her crib, but that the notifications were coming from prince Anton once more. Kristen disappointed and annoyed that she had been woken up from such a peaceful nap in the quiet room because of the prince, rubbing her eyes with her free hand as she focused on the screen. Hoping she would have seen something come from Ostrov at her feet, but no, it was her little creepy worshipper.
“Goddess, our gift of sacrifices are still waiting for you” the message from Anton read. Kristen frustratingly sighing, letting the phone fold onto the space between her legs as she curled herself into the back cushions of the couch. Groaning into the cushions to keep it as quiet as possible but needing to release some emotion. Kristen blinking her eyes a few times to ready herself as she pushed herself up, curling her legs inward towards her body, sat upright against the comfortable couch arm.
Using her left hand, she went up and under her shirt, sliding her hand over her warm torso underneath her shirt. She gently gripped at her chest and started to massage her right breast that was still very sore and tender, “ughh…” Kristen mumbled as she squeezed and rubbed her larger tit a few times. A little trickle of milk coming out of her nipple and wetting her shirt from the inside as she winced and gritted her teeth from the dull pain, trying to alleviate her soreness, but it was no use.
Kristen’s cheeks becoming bright red from embarrassment when she looked to her right and realized there must have been hundreds of millions of nano people staring at her with her hand on her tit, quickly pulling out her hand from her shirt and reaching for her phone as if nothing had just happened, smiling to herself awkwardly as her cheeks were still flushed pink, but she began to tap her phone screen to try and forget about the sleepy mistake.
“What do you want from me?” Kristen asked.
“Use our sacrifices and validate our prophecy” the message read.
“No, I will not, now leave me alone” Kristen angrily responded.
“Goddess, your sacrifices will either slowly starve to death and wither away for months because we do not kill others, or you can take them now and use them as you wish, you have the ultimate choice” the message read.
“Why can’t you just let them go then?” Kristen asked.
“That goes against the rules of our rituals” Anton replied.
“What’s stopping me from just giving them back to Werth?” Kristen asked.
“We have put them in a container that should be sustainable enough for you to pick them up, it is up to you to decide their fates, great one” the message read, then the messages stopped.
Kristen gripped her phone, needing a relief from being a pretend god for the day as she pulled herself slowly over the couch, tiptoeing around the walls and out of the door, locking it behind her.
*** *** ***
Kristen tossed and turned all night, she had barely gotten any messages from the leaders telling her what they needed or anything about them or their cities, but she knew they needed help still. She knew she was scary to them; she knew they had watched her squish and crush people, but that’s not who she was. Maybe she should talk to them again? No, her mind going crazy, but it was all to avoid thinking about the other situation of having thousands of war prisoners being slowly starved to death when she had the ability to stop it.
Hearing Madelyn crying in the middle of the night, she went straight into action, tossing the covers off herself and walking across the upstairs hallway into her daughter’s dimly lit room. Picking up the crying infant into her arms and gently rocking her for a while. Letting little Madelyn cry and nestle against her neck and shoulder as she walked her around the room and softly sang and hummed to her, eventually getting her back to sleep in her crib.
Kristen now wide awake, turned to her phone as she laid in bed. “This is going to sound so stupid…” Kristen whispered to herself under her covers as she tapped on her phone, sending a message to both her older sister Leslie and Ginny, hoping they were awake, but the messages didn’t come, they must have been asleep as Kristen laid awake through the night and into the lazy weekend morning.
“Were you drunk?” Leslie responded finally around 10 in the morning.
“Uh, no lmao?” Kristen responded.
“Okay good, I thought you were becoming one of those wine moms already” Leslie responded.
“I’m one more divorce and three cats from that…” Kristen responded, having just fed Madelyn, laying lazily in her bed while little Maddy rolled around on the bed, almost attempting to crawl, but couldn’t quite yet.
“Hah! So, what was with the weird ass question at 3 in the morning?” Leslie asked.
“Just pretend for like 5 minutes, please??” Kristen anxiously replied.
“If I was a god and ruled over tiny people, what would I do? I don’t fucking know Kristen…I probably wouldn’t ask them questions like that” Leslie annoyingly replied.
“Les… please, it’s just a fun little question, come on” Kristen prodded.
“I don’t know, I’m fucking annoyed and I haven’t had any coffee yet, so I guess I would be a total evil bitch, smite people and stuff, normal god stuff, happy? No more weird nerd questions today, I’m not in the mood” Leslie replied, Kristen should have expected an answer like that, and it definitely didn’t help her come to a decision about what to do with the prisoners of war being slowly starved to death, left to rot outside of Crest, awaiting a divine act from Kristen herself.
Kristen brought Madelyn downstairs. Kristen dressed in a soft pink and fluffy shower robe that ended around her knees as she ate breakfast and watched Madelyn attempting to crawl around on the floor, getting a text from Ginny finally. “Oh my god, I would like totally have so much fun with them, like give them little presents, but I would have to make them vegan, like little ants that eat carrots and stuff, we could play together, and I would love them like my little pets!” Ginny’s text came through as Kristen’s eyes widened.
“Ugh…” Kristen mumbled to herself. Hoping an idea would spark in her head about what to do with the prisoners but getting two totally opposite answers form the two closest people to her, Kristen appreciating Ginny’s enthusiasm though.
Kristen poked at her food, her face saddened and confused, thinking about how she couldn’t bear to leave a bunch of tiny people to die a slow death in a tiny prison, even if it was the same people from the city she had partly crushed.
She decided to take them for herself, sparing them from Anton.
Kristen slipped on a pair of fluffy pink slippers that matched her robe, scooting down the hallway as the back flap of her slipped slapped against her bare heel with each step. She entered the room, tiptoeing around the few closest cities nearest her target. Her wet hair draped down the sides of her head as she took a careful step up to the little prison outside of the city. Her slippers dominating Crest’s skyline as the tiny smoke was still billowing up from the little fire, and behold, there it was, a tiny white container. “If we’re all going to live with each other, then we have to get used to being closer” Kristen whispered.
Kristen reached down with a little crouch, keeping her left hand punned between her thigh, not wanting any of the micros to see up her robe towards her naked bush. Nervously, yet carefully she reached her fingers for the container, pinching it up on both sides, it felt brittle in her hand, like it would fall apart at any moment. She quickly stood up and slowly crept back out of the room, carefully walking the container on the flat palm of her hand to try and keep the little prisoners as stable as possible, realizing that she had living, thinking, human beings right in her hand for the first time since they appeared.
Walking them into the kitchen, she placed the little container down on the kitchen table in front of her, curling her tongue to the side of her lips to concentrate, not wanting to place them down too harshly and kill them all, knowing they were so fragile, but the container appeared to have survived the walk and the surface of her kitchen table.
Kristen took a step around the table, sitting down, her robe covered chest on the same level as the little container as she looked down with both curiously and concern. She knew the prison had to be locked, so she gently tapped the side of her nail atop the little cube, breaking the prison enough for the little people to come walking out.
Dozens at a time walked out onto the surface of Kristen’s table near her chest. They were moving so slowly in Kristen’s eyes. They all started to scatter around, forming little groups and circles and masses. Kristen hadn’t seen them so up close before, trying to control her breathing as she stared down at them, she smiled warmly to try and make them feel better, unaware if they were looking up towards her face or not, but most likely they were staring at her curvy chest, her larger sized tits behind a mile wide wall of fluffy pink fibers.
Kristen watched them, she was speechless, it was different seeing individual specks on something like her kitchen table verses scattered amongst tiny roads and buildings or on the floor, or even worse, as a bloodstain, but she could finally see them as little moving people as they continued to huddle around in circles.
But there they were… hundreds of little prisoners of war offered up to her as sacrifices, all staring up at her…waiting for her next move, praying it wouldn’t be disastrous…