For the millions of people who experienced the strange shift of that early summer morning, it was hard to grasp what happened. Out of nowhere, the sky disappeared, and then there was complete darkness. It was too sudden to be a solar eclipse, many called it the apocalypse. Nobody could begin to understand the situation, and it was extraordinarily puzzling for those closest to the outskirts of the city, who saw roads and fields being interrupted in a seemingly arbitrary manner. Further from there, the known citylands ended and a flat brownish surface seemed to stretch into the distance without noticeable differences or changes as far as their limited light allowed them to judge.

Panic started to spread, but they were left in that state for no more than a few minutes. All of a sudden, the darkness that engulfed their surroundings disappeared, and everyone finally managed to understand where they had ended up.

The landscape surrounding them, however, only increased their confusion and fear. To be blunt, that view didn’t make any sense whatsoever. They could see the outline of a living room, with walls reaching up unthinkable heights, ridiculously large furniture in the corners, and above them, a chandelier larger than the sun. Last, but not least, the mountainous object that towered above the city. To the people living in the neighborhoods closest to where the object was placed, it appeared as a mysterious and impenetrable black and yellow wall, stretching up for miles. Those on the other side of the town, though, could see the object for what it really was: some woman’s leather purse.

What about its owner? That question would soon be answered. Hundreds of thousands of people felt the ground shaking as footsteps inched towards their direction. Those whose view was not obstructed fixed their gaze toward the ridiculously large female body that walked towards them. She came through the door on the far side of the room and seemed to walk straight in their direction while looking down at them. She finally stopped at a distance of a few miles from the outskirts of the city. They could see her from her thighs upwards, which meant they had to be standing on a platform about a few feet tall to her. Her dinner table, perhaps?

The giantess herself was a brunette in her late twenties, with head-turning curves and dressed to impress. She was wearing a black skirt and a tight grey top which hardly fit around her ample bosom. Her pretty face, far above, could be seen lightly smiling. When she placed her hand on the side of the table, the city felt all of its weight. They saw the long nails, painted in shocking pink, each taller than skyscrapers, scraping the surface of the ground. The fingers were ridiculously long, they dwarfed any structure that stood around them.

“It really worked”, she said under her breath, her heart racing. Her brown eyes were busy scanning every little detail in the city before her. She could still not believe what she was seeing: she had really managed to move a city from another planet into her house, all while severely reducing its size.

"Have I made it too small?", she wondered with some disappointment. The whole thing was occupying the center of the round wooden table while leaving a good deal of space on the side. "Well I wanted it to fit on the living room table so...". She could hardly make out anything from the streets below. The roads themselves were only slightly larger than a strand of her hair. Entire city blocks could disappear under her fingertip. And yet, that minuscule city was home to a few million people… or so was said on the internet. All of these people were now living inside her living room, and she was the only one in the outside world possessing that knowledge.

She couldn't help but feel self-conscious. A ridiculous number of people had to be staring straight at her, all at that same moment. She adjusted her hair and nervously smiled. She couldn't help but think that at her size, all of her flaws would be magnified. She questioned whether her makeup would succeed in hiding the bags under her eyes, and turned to the mirror behind her to check her face once more.

Thinking about it, she felt so dumb for letting speck-sized people make her feel that way, yet she could hardly help it. The last people who could sense her insecurity, however, were the ones who stared at her as she turned her back on them. To be fair, none of them could make any sense of what had happened to them. They wondered if they were dreaming, or experiencing a collective hallucination. What was even that woman? Some kind of alien, a goddess, a monster?

They saw her walking away and leave, but her absence only lasted a minute. When she was back she held a glass in her hand, a bottle in her other. She filled the glass with a reddish liquid that looked like wine and placed the bottle over the table, next to the purse where it towered over the city. She brought the glass to her lips and started sipping from it.

She bent over to take a better look at the city. Immediately, she retreated so that she could tie her hair into a ponytail; then returned to her observation. She was big enough that a good chunk of the town ended up right under her face or bust, her body covering the light coming from the chandelier.

It felt like looking at a map. Even when looking up close, she could hardly make up any interesting detail from the city below. It had to be a busy town, filled with traffic, stores, and people but at her size, it was hard to distinguish anything interesting other than a bunch of insignificant buildings, streets, and parks that appeared as some sort of grey moss.

She couldn't help but sigh, unknowingly sending a huge wave of alcohol-scented breath that scattered away countless dust-sized people, far too small for her to be even seen.

To be able to even spot their tiny vehicles she had to get so close to the ground that the tip of her nose almost collided with the minuscule buildings and her breath could be felt blowing on the streets and creating alcoholic air currents. She could spot some trucks and buses at least, which still would be outmatched by any small sugar ant. To see cars, she had to really focus her gaze until she finally noticed the microscopical colored specks that filled streets as wide as spaghetti, and even then she wasn't sure she wasn't just imagining things.

“You guys are really small, huh?” she softly said. “You must be so scared. I know I would be if I were in your place.”

She sat on a chair next to the table, drinking another sip of wine. “Yeah, far too small. What am I even going to do with this thing now?”

She removed her feet from her high-heeled shoes and unloaded them over the table, stretching her legs and making herself as comfortable as possible inside the living room chair.

The hit from her feet propagated through the city like a quake, as her soles appeared by the western side of the city, gently waving left and right as her toes playfully wiggled and projected creeping dancing shadows all over the area.

She looked at the city through her legs and feet from her new point of view. Its structures barely surfaced from the platform of the table. Nothing in it was close to the size of even her littlest toe. She let out a little giggle that turned into a laugh. She couldn’t help but think that comparing the city to the parts of her foot was hilarious. Maybe the wine was starting to get to her.

“Well I guess it turned out a bit small, but it’s not too bad for my first try,” she thought. Just as she had gotten comfortable, she noticed that she had emptied her glass, so she had to get up to get more. As she went for the bottle on the table, she noticed something was off in the city. Some chunks of the outskirts were outright smashed and flattened, and tiny puffs of smoke and fires could be seen in the surrounding areas.

She bent down and scratched the back of her feet, retrieving some of the rubble that had stuck to her skin. "Oops," she said as she examined the ruined debris she had scrubbed from her heels. "I guess I should have paid more attention with my feet there."

She scrubbed more of the rubble from her feet and smeared the crushed remains on the side of the table. “I'm sorry about that," she said to the people over there, fully knowing they couldn't understand her language. She knew she had caused major damage even without wanting to and involving only a minuscule part of her body. Each of her feet had wiped several tiny buildings, none large enough to be felt as more than the lightest crunch against the hardest part of her foot.

“It's useless," she thought. "These guys are so small I can kill them without even wanting to." She looked over the city with a mixture of pity and amusement. "I guess this makes up for it?" she asked as she lifted her skirt, revealing the view of her creamy tights and panties-covered crotch to the minuscule beings. She giggled as she held the light black fabric high enough until she let it fall back over her legs. "Do you like really big girls?” she asked. “Thought so..." she continued as her free hand went to massage her tits. "How do you like these mountains? And what about a building-sized nipple? Honestly, I don't think any of your teeny girls could compare."

She went for more wine as she couldn't remove a huge grin from her face. What was she doing, flirting, teasing, and dirty-talking a bunch of speck-sized people? The wine must have been really getting to her. Being (relatively) petite at 5'3", even a couple glasses were more than enough to get her inebriated. She sent one last look to the people below and decided to sit, making sure, as she stretched her legs on top of the table again, not to crush anything under her heels this time.

She checked her phone for a while, gathering some information about the city she had just shrunk, when her attention was caught by something that she saw appearing by her feet, in the space between her big and second toe. She had to focus her gaze to discern the little thing, then let out a surprised statement. “Oh shit”, she said. “I didn’t know these guys had planes”.

The pilot, caught by surprise with the sudden appearance of her feet, attempted a maneuver in the valley between the woman's toes. Sarah fascinatedly looked at the minuscule aircraft slowly making its way by her foot and past her ankle. She wanted to get closer to it, to take a better look at it, but she felt lazy.

Suddenly inspired, she gently moved her foot so that the plane would be caught right between her toes. She slowly lifted her foot until she saw the plane disappear on it. As much as she tried to be careful, the passengers and staff from the airplane felt the rough impact of the woman's skin against the fragile frame of the aircraft, which, coupled with the exceedingly fast movement of her foot back closer to her thigh, sent many of them into an unconscious or ill state. She let her foot rest over the pillow of the chair and saw the minuscule white object about to sink in the crack between her third and fourth toe.

She used her index finger to rescue it, letting the airplane slide into the ample space between her nail and fingertip.

“I can barely see it, and yet it must be full of people,” she thought as she brought the tiny thing close to her eyes. “They must be terrorized.”

Seeing the tiny thing on the tip of her fingertip, feeling exceedingly naughty and mischievous, and responding to a tingle she had been feeling in the middle of her legs, she lifted her black skirt, moved the panties that she wore underneath, and pressed her finger against the lips of her pussy, crushing the minuscule plane against the wet walls of her sensitive skin.

She closed her eyes, let out a small moan, and gently touched herself for a few more seconds. She barely even felt the speck-sized aircraft against her sensitive skin, and yet she enjoyed all of the wicked pleasure of smashing it against her moist skin.

"God..." she said, amused and yet nervous, her heart racing fast. "Did I really do this?" She opened her eyes again and saw the outline of the diminutive city, dwarfed by her feet. “Did they see what I’ve just done?" she wondered. "Nah, it's impossible from their point of view, but they definitely heard my moans...”

She licked her finger clean, adjusted her panties and skirt again, and jumped off the chair. Her gaze went to the outskirts of the city, where she focused on the areas that had been smashed and flattened. She had no idea why, but since discovering what she had done she had started getting strangely moist. More mischievous thoughts ran through her mind. "I don't know what to do with this city anyway… if I leave it here it's basically done for, any insect could rampage through it… and since I can't really put it back, I guess I might as well have some more fun with it, right?"

She bit her lips as she removed her shirt, letting it fall on the floor. Topless, she climbed over the chair and then over the table. She was now standing right in front of the city, her naked knees towering on top of the side of the western outskirts that had just been flattened by her heels. People all around could see her majestic, full round thighs over which the black hem of her short skirt fluttered until it was removed and sent flying over the room.

Those who were in the position to look at her face could notice her cheeks had turned a burning red. Her expression had turned into a head-splitting grin.

She adjusted her position so that she sat over the table, and lifted her legs over the city. Each leg was long enough to cover the whole thing in its length almost completely and when she hovered the feet on top of it, millions screamed as they saw the soles descend over them until they completely crushed and annihilated everything under their weight.

Two chunks of the city became a footprint-shaped flatland in the space of a moment, all under the drunken gaze of Sarah. The brunette felt the minuscule structures crumble under the skin of her foot, giving her soles the most delicate massage. At the same time, her left hand grabbed the elastic of her panties, lowering the tiny piece of fabric down her legs, while her right one started massaging her labia again.

“Poor tiny things”, she said, as she adjusted her now bare ass on top of the city. “Being crushed like this just to give a girl like me a moment of pleasure… hnnng!”.

She moaned as she gathered some rubble all over the city, which she smeared against her pussy. Most buildings could be barely felt on her skin, but the largest skyscrapers, being about 1.5 or 2 cm tall, provided the capricious woman with at least some significant stimulation. She spotted an area that had to be one of the most central, replete with this kind of larger structures, and, widening her legs, positioned her moist pussy right on top of that.

“Ooooohhhh… Aaaahhh!". She let out high-pitched moans as she felt the tiny buildings giving way to her womanhood, inevitably being smashed one by one under the much stronger womanhood. Her fingers followed suit, searching for her clit and dexterously working to provide the pleasure the woman demanded as waves of pussyjuice started to spray out of her pussy and flowed all over the streets. Her other hand was busy massaging her massive tits and pinching her turgid nipples, sometimes going to search for more buildings to smear against her tit-flesh or smash against the huge and proudly erect nipples.

As her playtime gained traction and brought her to climax, Sarah closed her eyes and laid down on the table, sending most of the city to oblivion, covering it under her back as she finished herself off.

Slowly breathing and regaining her composure, she relaxed over the table, slowly massaging her body as she recovered from the orgasm. “Is this it?”

Minutes later, the naked woman dropped off the table and walked to the bathroom so she could have a shower. “There’s not much left”, she thought once she was back, as she watched the remains of the city over the table.

"Um, some bits are still standing. Well, I guess I could let them live but I might need to use the table too. Hmm…"

The survivors, shocked, watched the woman, now dressed in jeans shorts and a buttoned white shirt showing a generous dosage of cleavage, inspect them once more. Her gaze didn't seem very encouraging. They wondered if she was going to get back to her nasty destructive business. But something else happened instead. They saw the woman, who was already big enough to put mountains to shame, getting even bigger and more distant. She kept looking in their direction, but her face became so distant that it eventually became impossible to see. Soon it became hidden by her protuberant cleavage, standing apparently hundreds of miles high in the distance.

Sarah watched the city retreat over the table until it occupied a space only about one inch wide. She bent over to measure the little grey spot against her pink fingernail. The woman giggled, happy with this confirmation of her powers. Little did she know that the glistening pink nails were mountains in and by themselves, and just by casually tapping the table surface with them, she had sent a terrible earthquake to all of the city, bringing more ruin and destruction to the already wretched place.

“You guys can stay there for now”, she said, yawning. “I just hope the dust from my house doesn’t fuck you up” She finally went back to her bedroom where she would take a nap, quickly forgetting about all the microbe-sized people she had left to fend for themselves in the middle of a world hundreds of thousands of times their size. They saw her leave, impotently staring at her ass. The curvy brunette, now millions of times larger than they were, like a planet of its own, drunkenly walked out of the room at a distance unfathomable to them, as if it was some faraway object in space.

She lay down on her bed and checked her phone for one last time. “London, planet Earth, huh? I wonder what the little people there are thinking. They must be going crazy, a huge city suddenly vanishing, leaving nothing but a desert in its place”.

The woman smiled, closed her eyes, and dropped her phone by her side. “I might try and summon their whole planet next", she fantasized. "I could make the whole thing no larger than a tennis ball. That might be tricky though… I might have practice with their cities some more first."

She slowly drifted to sleep, and she hugged her pillow, which gently pressed against her cheek and bosom, her body numbing down to regain the energy that she had lost in that destructive and fun playtime. “I’ll put the next one right next to the carpet of this room...” she thought, a few moments before shutting down.