It was a quiet green park, one that Sarah had not, despite living in the valley for some thirteen years, had never been to. She found a patch of pristine grass marred only by the occasional brown and unwatered bit and sat down, all the while keeping Jason safely tucked in her grip. 

The action seemed almost ponderous to Sarah, and a bit of a novelty- never before had she thought twice about sitting on grass like that. She had stopped once to check if there might, by terrible accident, if anyone was beneath her- nothing might've made this day worse off than squashing someone with her ass.

She sighed, looking over the sunlit city. The sun was well into the sky and burning down onto the town, a typical summer smog rolling in. Even though she,  is substantially much larger than her former self, still felt dwarfed by the grand town. Still, the city was probably the only thing that dwarfed her now. Sarah undid her grip slightly, moving her hand over to her thigh and upturning her son onto her leg. He fell there on both feet, looking curiously up at her. 

She gave him a soft smile and looked away, the sensation of it all unnerving her. Even the act of looking at her son, someone she loved and adored, was now off and odd. Looking aside, she found her eyes drawn to the side of the park, where a substantial amount of people had gathered at the sidewalk with their phones and cameras out, unable or maybe unwilling to venture further in. 

Sarah smiled weakly and waved at them, only one or two of them returning the gesture at her. She sighed heavily. 

"They think I'm a monster," she began, not looking at her son, not quite looking at the folk outside the perimeter either. "All those people. They've never seen a giant. I've never seen one either. I guess I'd think I was scary too, if I were standing with them. What must it be like?"

"Who cares?" Jason piped up. He had taken a seat on his mother's knee and folded his arms as if to shut something out. "Who cares what they think, people like that? They don't recognize divinity when they see it. You're not a monster, mom- you're a queen. A goddess. You always have been." 

Sarah grimaced slightly at that mention. Did her son really believe that she was something like that? 

Despite her better judgment, she asked him.

"What do you mean by that?" She queried. "You really think I'm some kind of God? That's kind of..." She twiddled her fingers, "blasphemous. Isn't it?"

"I don't think so."

"Oh, no?"

"Nope. I don't think there's any God anyway."

"Jason..."

"I think that we create them. We can see things and say, 'hey that's a big sign,' but really I just think we use that to explain the unexplainable." 

Sarah nodded her head and pursed her lips at that. Her son had always been a bit… well, maybe too smart for his own good. She looked at him, sitting on her knee, and then down at her feet. A planter was nearby and she noticed just how it might’ve been covered completely if she had stepped on it. 

Heck, too smart for her own good as well.

A swell of motherly pride filled her breast, despite the obvious consequences of her being turned into a Sarahzilla- her son, her little boy, had done this. Sarah did not remember much at all from her education, even from the prestigious school her old-money New England parents shipped her off to- but this. This was a game changer. She might have been the world’s first giant. They had talked about them in the Bible she read nightly before her prayers, but nothing like this.

And all by her boy’s smarts.

“Hey Jason.”

He looked up at her hopefully with a closed and tight lip. She reached over and, with a delicate pad of her finger, tapped him on the head and tussled his hair, taking his head along with it. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…” she smiled at him, “You did something really amazing. Reckless, stupid, yes… but amazing. You are so, so, so smart, little guy.”

The faintest of grins crept up on Jason’s face, trying itself and realizing that he didn't have to be secret about his pride.

"But!" Sarah barked, pointing up a finger to emphasize what she might say. Jason was familiar with the action, and snapped to attention when she did so. "But, you still did wrong. You still shouldn't have made me or Clare big." She took her hand and scope him up, placing him in the cup of her palm. She brought him to her face, her hair draping over her soft blue eyes and masking her face in patterns of sun and shadow. "And you're still going to make us small again, before we have anymore accidents like the trooper or that lady who crashed into my foot." 

Jason smirked at his mother, then stood up. Quickly, before Sarah could take stock, he reached out and grabbed onto his mother's blonde hair tightly. 

"What're you... Hey..."

Jason swung his legs around and laughed. 

"Oh come on," he droned, "you have to admit, that was kind of funny. You were hit by a car and it didn't even phase you!" 

Despite herself, Sarah loosened up and smiled. She knew she oughtn’t have, but… the idea of being big (or at least having someone small like this) was a playful bit in her mind. The car slamming into her foot was, truthfully, not even present as a danger. 

How powerful she was! How… big!

She shook the thought from her mind, the feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. She had almost killed that woman, she concluded quickly, and that was no joke. What if, worse, she had been knocked over, fell on someone? Or tripped and stepped on the car? No laughing matter. 

“It… does… kind of,” she admitted to her offspring hanging precariously by her blonde hair. He chuckled in response and set his feet up on her nose, walking up on it. 

“Hey… what? Jason, be careful- you could fall.”

“You won’t let me fall. And,” she boasted, “even if I do- you’ll catch me.”

“Or land on your head!”

“On your soft stomach.”

Sarah huffed but couldn’t help but smile. Jason’s company was helping her, despite the anger she felt towards the little guy. She noticed, as the air passed by her nose, that his own hair and clothes wavered in ripples from the sudden wind. She pursed her lips and then blew, Jason yelping and being pushed upward. He slammed back into his mother’s face with a grunt.

“Whoops. Sorry,” she giggled. “You’re just so small.” She reached up and plucked him off of her, and with her fingers wrapped around him, she brought him to her face. 

"Now I gotcha..." 

She squeezed his little body between her fingers, feeling him there and marveling just how big she was. She could easily manipulate him and place him anywhere she needed him to be, she realized. 

“Boy, raising you would’ve been so much easier if you were this small growing up. I could’ve put you in my pocket and just kept you there!”

Jason struggled to eek out of his mother’s grip with his arms. When he found he couldn’t, he looked up at her. She smiled at him and then undid her grip, letting him rest in the hallow of her hand instead of the grip. Jason stood up and shook his clothes off, stretching a bit and rubbing the muscles that he had used hanging onto his mother’s hair. Once done, he found that Sarah was just looking at him, observing him with those huge blue orbs that he loved so much, looking at him like he might observe a chemical reaction. No doubt this was a novel experience for her as well. 

He walked towards her, looking at her and returning her gaze softly- that loving and almost longing look one got when thinking about their loves. It wasn’t too hard to find inspiration for himself, in fact. He locked eyes with her, making her not a little uncomfortable.

“Jason, what are yo-“

“Heymomcatchme!”

“Ohmahgawd-“

She had no time to ponder his words when he suddenly dropped in front of her eyes, leaping off the edge of her hand that he had small-stepped towards. The breath from her leapt out and she watched him fall feet first towards her breasts. Reflexively, her hand dove after him, trying to catch him- but in that instant of maternal care, she stopped, fearing she’d smack him, breaking his neck, or smash him against her. He missed her cleavage entirely, she dodging out the way and him landing with a crash into her shirt, bouncing off.

Sarah was not a fat woman, no- curvaceous, sure. Her wide hips and bubble breasts was split by a stomach and midriff that was all at once fit but… warm. Fuzzy, maybe. Soft. She watched as he slide down from her shirt, eventually tucking into a roll that brought him careening towards the top of her skirt. Her hands now free and acting seemingly on their own, she brought them together and made a wall for him to collide into, stopping his motion. 

“Hey, you could’ve gotten hurt!”

She tried to make a grab for him, but to no avail- the boy slipped, quite literally, through her fingers and ran down her skirt and leg. 

“Come back, Jason! Dammit, kid!”

She huffed as she watched him skirt along her skirt and down her leg. She watched with ever-increasing delight, however, at the feeling his tiny feet padding down her first cloth-covered thigh and then bare skin. She smiled, she found, when he reached her ankle and stood to turn round and look at her, his tongue raspberrying and waging at her. She returned the tongue wag and then, playfully, wiggled her feet. 

She yelped when she saw him fall the several feet onto the ground, next to her ankle, leaning over to take stock and make sure he wasn't hurt. But, rubber as he was, he was up on his feet and scrambled haphazardly behind her shoe, disappearing behind the huge rubber waffle sole. 

Giggling, Sarah dragged her foot away from where he was to the side, leaving an imprint in the ground and exposing him. He quickly, with a peep, ran back to the shoe for cover. She did this again and again, each time her sonorous laughs getting louder and louder. Through it all, she was having fun, and...

It was rather intoxicating. 

"C'mere, you..." She declared, and she reached over to grab at him. He deftly dodged, instead taking refuge in the other side of her sneaker. Quickly, instead of grabbing him again, she felt him tap the bottom of her foot repeatedly, feeling his touches with her sensitive bare feet even under sock and sole. The movement and tapping moved slowly up, and she realized that he was climbing in the grooves of her foot. Once mounted on top, he looked at her proudly and set his hands on his hips, grinning his spunky little cocksure grin. 

She leaned back and rested on her hands, watching him.

"So you've climbed Mt. Sneaker and reached Mom's Toes Peak. Do you feel accomplished?"

"A little."

"Yes, you are. But can you swing down and come up here? On the shoulder of, ha, a giant?"

He chuckled and looked down. He decided that he could probably hack it, and sat down on the toe of her shoe. Careful not to twitch in the slightest, Sarah watched as he descended precariously step by step down her shoelaces and onto her ankle. 

"Careful now."

As he began to climb and walk on her leg, a wicked smile split her lips and she slowly raised her knee up, steepening the incline. 

"Can you make it?" She teased, hearing him huff and puff all the while. When his head poked out from above her knee, she smiled and clapped.

"Congratulations, my little climber! You did it."

He sat down at her knee, flush with pride and out of air. Some of the crowd on the side had begun to clap as well. They both looked over and waved, but then smiled and started to laugh when they looked back at each other. Sarah leaned over and in to see her son, who had gone back to staring at the crowd with a grin.

“I think you’ve got an audience.”

“Me? They’re here to see you.” 

“Nah, they’re here to see the world’s first giant woman climber.” 

“Nope.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes!”

“Nooooooooooo-“

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-“

The vocal endurance competition was one that they had often- usually accompanying a big but playful decision about activities or bedtimes or dinner. It often exasperated Sarah to no end, but this was something different. Almost a bit of a relief. And, she realized, that it was a bit different- she was, literally, large and in charge now. She didn’t, she found, have to take no guff from this young little thing. 

Jason had been repeating ‘yesyesyesyesyes’ when he realized that his mother had stopped talking was just smiling at him. He realized, too late, the implication of that smile- faster than a snake, her hand shot out and grabbed the little man and scooped him up. Sarah stood up then, the air rushing past his head and making him feel the worst vertigo. 

“I said,” she began, her thunderous voice clapping out into the hot Vegas air, “No, little man.” 

She brought him up to her face and smiled at him, pursing her lips and squinting at her little son. She laughed when she saw him struggling to push himself up again.

"I'm in charge now," she said sweetly, "and what I say goes! And,"

She wagged her head side to side at him, the way she always did.

"There's nothing a tiny guy like you can do about it."

"I could complain." He dared back at her, that cocky and mischievous look in his eye. He was testing her, she knew. How odd this was- this was both a funny little game and deadly serious- a proxy war between young adult independence and mature moderation, one played in nearly every family in every nation of every continent.

A counter attack, one to sweep.

"Yes, you could- but remember little Jason," she lowered him in her hand slightly to accentuate her height. "In much bigger than you, bigger than ever before. Do you remember being near my shoe? I could step on you and not even feel it. Just one quick step aaaaand..." She smacked her lips loudly. "Pop! My boy would be a pancake. Or, speaking of delicious breakfast," Sarah brought him back up to her face, pressing her puffy pink lips out and moistening them. She let him watch, with no doubt mounting anxiety, her drag her tongue across her bottom lip agonizingly slow. "I could just gobble you up." She giggled sugar-like. "Fe fi fo fum, I've never eaten anyone, buuuut..." She poked her lips out and have a small smeck to her son's head, soft and tender and full of maternal love (and maybe, Jason hoped, quite possibly full of something else). "But I've always maintained that you look so cute I could eat you up."

Jason tittered then, biting his lip and  eyeing his mother's face with something like lust, perhaps. Anticipation. Excitement.

"That's the spirit," he crooned, in a voice that took her off guard. It suddenly dawned on her that… well, he was enjoying this. “See? It’s easy! That’s all you have to do. I know you can do it, mom.”

“Do… what?”

He guffawed and smiled at her. 

“Well… being a goddess. You’re describing it so well already- all you have to do is just do it. Just believe in yourself, take that first step. Preferably on someone.”

Ice filled Sarah’s stomach, making her shudder and shiver. She realized that, without even knowing it, she’d fallen into being something her son wanted her to be. Sure, she might’ve realized that this whole thing was again a novel sensation, something she’d never experienced…

But to speak of murder so casually, even playfully?

She swallowed and smiled weakly at her son, who still remained in her grip. He seemed to be waiting for an answer.

“Jason,” she began, but then stopped short- she didn’t know what to say.

Instead, she crouched down into the grass, gently setting down her son and letting loose her grip, dropping him down onto the soft green below. 

He walked out a bit and then turned, to see her without having to look so far. To him, she looked like a vision- the sun haloed her head and cast a long shadow- but her sad smile, the smile that he both loved and hated to see was there, sitting serenely on her face. 

“What’s wrong?”

Sarah sighed out of her nose, trying to gather what she had in mind. How could she explain that she wasn’t the goddess to her son that he hoped and believed she was? How could she explain that what she was now, was just an ordinary woman who happened to be very, very, tall? She wasn’t special, not in anyway. At least, not according to her. 

“Jason, I’m…”

Her speech was cut off when she heard the siren- looking up, she saw a lone squad car fly onto the park grass and swerve to a stop a few strides away from her. Two officers, both in the dress tans marking them as Metro, burst out the car with their weapons drawn, aiming them directly at her. 

The someone in the crowd screamed, and the chaos began. 

The two gunmen opened at her, each taking shots that zipped by and onto Sarah’s head, just barely penetrating her skin.

“Ow, fuck!” She yelped, putting her hands up to cover her face. Big or not, those bullets still stung like hell. No wonder Clare was pissed.

Still, Sarah was determined to come out on top and remain civil. Sure, these little bastards were annoying and very quick to draw (especially considering she hadn't done anything), but surely they were reasonable.

With that in mind, Sarah lowered her hand and searched for the officers who were firing at her- she could find a diplomatic way out of this.

But then she saw Jason running towards them, waving his arms desperately.

"Stop!" He yelled, his little feet running as fast as they could, "stop shooting her, you stupid motherfuckers!" 

The two cops seemed to consider this, their guns still trained on the giantess, the farther one still firing. The closer one stopped shooting, and to the absolute horror of Sarah, turned his gun onto Jason. 

The officer fired twice at the boy, then the gun locked up- he quickly dropped the empty magazine and pulled a fresh out to load it. Sarah felt her feet moving before she even commanded them to do so, her body launching into that protective panic mode common to all nurturing creatures. She passed, she knew in a clear moment in the panic, safely over Jason who she believed was not harmed. She stopped short and reeled back her arm high into the air above her. 

"Don't you dare hurt my son!" 

Her hand came down hard, slamming into the officer and severing both limb and head. The man, his insides now resembling even the worst of an organ smoothie, flew maybe two hundred feet into the air and deposited rather messily onto the rock garden. 

More screams from the audience, and for good reason it seemed. The other cop shouted something and screeched into his radio. He continued to fire, a new magazine giving his gun more rounds. Sarah, still in that dangerous mode of mind, stomped over to him, covering the distance in a startlingly small amount of time. Once over him, she lifted her foot, clad in her huge sneakers, high above him, letting him see the symmetrical sole. She brought her foot down hard and fast, barely hearing the man scream out before being silenced in a disgusting crunch that was only muffled by the grass. The ground shook, the nearby squad car bouncing onto its side and breaking its windows. The trees around shook and swayed, and whatever birds that were left flew off to wherever birds might go. The crowd, now dwindled down to next to only reports and a few very interested citizens, remained but felt the shock. 

"Mom? Mom? Are you okay?"

Sarah felt her heartbeat- th-thump, th-thump, th-thump- still racing, so fast one could dance to the beat in some morbid adrenaline-filled flamenco. Her breathing was haggard, even from that short burst of energy, but she felt... Okay. She supposed. She looked over to her son, who stood there, thank God above, unharmed and untouched by bullets. 

She was going to respond but instead lifted her foot, swinging it away from the crater she created. In the several foot deep crater, there among the waffle and hex patterned sole imprint was the body, or rather, the remains and bloody outline, of the crushed officer. His trashed tan uniform, pistol, thick leather belt, and body armor all lay stained and reddened by the eviscerated bones, burst organs, and splattered blood and viscera of the once-man. 

"Holy shit, mom," Jason cried out, moving ever more apprehensive but excitedly towards the five-toed grave. His tone of voice was ecstatic edging on erotic. "You fucking crushed that guy!"

He looked up at her, Sarah, his giantess mother and goddess, who breathed still quickly. She looked down at the footprint, then to Jason, then to the bottom of her foot, which had still some blood and guts trapped in the little grooves, then back to the footprint.

"Jason," she began in a small voice, one that didn't do her form justice. She turned her gaze back to Jason, who stood there mystified. One side of her mouth twitched and almost, just almost curled up into a smile.

"That... That felt absolutely amazing."

The grin on Jason's face grew ever wider.