Claire

After her recent destructive intervention upon thousands of unsuspecting lilli’s in her mother’s secret room Claire sank down in her comfy desk chair, cross legged. She popped her laptop open and initiated a thoroughly search to learn more about the fate of these inferior beings.

Tons upon tons of pictures, sites and links she found, all regarding insignificant Lilliputians getting dealt with by colossal Brobdingnagians. Most of them were made from the perspective of the latter, whereby she saw plain old Brobs toy with fragile Lilliputian property, both kids and adults, demolishing minuscule buildings with their hands and feet, all while pure glee and joy were written on their faces.
Then she stumbled on some images, which were photographed from the lilli’s point of view.
These were in stark contrast to the former, whereby the brob pics were characterized by a mood of carelessness and enjoyment; those of the lilli’s were punctuated with scenes of horror, destruction and helplessness beneath enormous descending boots, sneakers and all-grasping hands.

One picture showed a scene of a vanquished army, in a blazing city, with dilapidated buildings, tattered cavalry and smoke, and corpses sprawled everywhere. Above it all, towered the dominant thighs and hips of a prevailing, brobdingnagian college chick over its wrecked skyline; her brazen lips emphasized with ecstasy.
Claire was surprised to see anger primarily inscribed on the faces of these defeated lilli soldiers who survived the carnage.
She expected to see mostly fear and despair. These soldiers, however, were way beyond that point Claire realized.

These lilli’s already lost everything to this girl, their home, their family and friends, even hope for tomorrow. The only thing left in their eroded hearts was hate and the yearning for vengeance.
Nevertheless, even that mission was fubar.
No matter what they threw at her, with myriad explosions dotting on her voluptuous tanned legs, no sign of harm or injury could be perceived.

“Oh my God.” Claire moaned, completely aroused by these images.

“Yes… this girl is so hot… and so dangerous.” She gasped with excitement. “Unstoppable…”

She thought back about her own carnage during recent events.
The onslaught on Madison’s micro city and the carnage of her mother’s play town.

“Yes… I too am delightfully hot and awfully dangerous.” Claire pushed out a derisive chuckle.

She imagined what it had to look like, her descending hand, a moon sized claw machine, ready to pulverize everything in its path.
She heard the pitiful screams and sirens of panic of thousands.
Her right hand slipped and squirmed under her breezy dress, meandering its way along her smooth thigh towards her underwear. Dabbing it a bit, at the level of her crotch, Claire already felt some moisture soaking through its fabric.

“Yes...” She moaned some more. “You better know it... Fear me… despair beneath my sexy high heel fuckers.” She spat out the last word with contempt.

All these images of tiny people being dominated by bigger ones caused her temperature to surge even further. It wasn’t simple the destruction of lilli property that caused it, or the display of omnipotence. No, it was the mere fear and hopeless attempts of escape by these pathetic specks that fueled her arousal.
A slight sense of guilt was felt and quickly pushed aside when Claire’s arousal peaked almost to the height of eruption by the sight of a mother, agony labeled on her face, with an infant wrapped in her arms. She zig zagged her way through throngs, evading and dodging rains of brick and tumbling structures, all under the shadow of a massive, incoming red boot from the heavens. The picture obviously didn't show how the scene ended. For Claire however, the outcome was cut and dried. Escape was impossible. The woman and her baby weren't among the living anymore.

“Claire.” She almost skyrocketed from her chair when she heard her mother’s voice, calling her name, with a demanding tune.
God, I have to stop moaning. Claire reprimanded herself.

Claire fashioned herself with haste. “What happened to your own fancied door knock policy?” She hissed, spinning on her desk chair to face her mom who stood at the doorway.

Her mother ignored the question, and her eyes spat fire when she spoke;
“Not even God herself will save you from my wrath if you told anything to anyone!” She said with a threateningly soft voice, closing the door behind.

Claire flinched by the fire she saw stinging in her mother’s eyes.
With regularity, Claire clashed hard with her mom, with high-pitched screams and shouts, back and forth, reverberating through the house like icy-awls.
Despite that, Claire never felt fear for her mom during these events, not even after her most opprobrious of insults, which got answered with interminable reprimands and reproach.
This sight, however, was something completely different; she didn’t look like some weary mother who was forced to rebuke her rebellious teen daughter for the millionth time.
Watching her mother approaching, frenzy eyed, Claire knew right away she had crossed some holy line by destroying lilliputian property in that back room.

“Speak up!” Her mother glared down upon her, hands on her denim covered, curved hips. “Does anyone knows it? Does Maddy knows it?!”

Claire’s fear gave way for anger when she heard her talking about Madison.
Claire thought back of the time when her mother acted all decent towards Madison after her attack on the boxed, lilliputian metropolis and berated her. All the while, she possessed a small country of lilliputians herself. The hypocrisy.

“Why the concern?” Claire said with a contemptuous snigger. “Scared you can't act like the chaste mother no mo… aaaaaaahh!! Your hurting me mom!” Claire shrieked all theatrical, wiggled in vain to escape her mother’s tight grip on a few locks of her glossy auburn hair.

“Does maddy knows it I asked!” She fumed in Claire’s face, yanking her hair while doing so.

Tears well up in Claire’s eyes, more so from fear than from the pain. She realized her mother meant business now.

“She knows nothing! I swear!” Claire begged, hoping this would temper her mother’s rage.

She looks up in shock at her mother’s flaming gaze, drops of tears rolling down her cheek, leaving a dark trail of mascara on Claire’s cheek.
She just couldn’t believe that this was her mother. She seemed like a totally different person, a demon almost.

“Please let me go!” Claire sobbed. “Im not lying here!”

She exhaled deep in relieve when the grip on her hair loosened and saw her mother’s demonic rage to temper a bit.

“That would be a first timer.” Her mother scorned.

“I don’t wanna see you ever near my people again. I and only I am their queen, their protector. They need me. Do I make myself clear young lady? A bit more persuasion there please.”

Claire nodded again, with more passion.

“Good. And clean up your room, it smells like tainted thai food in here.”

When her mother left, Claire quickly popped her laptop open again, clicked and browsed to log in her profile of her favored social network site and checked her most-recent post.
A picture was shown, made with her phone, of the decimated city-block in her mother’s secret room.
Claire couldn’t restrain herself and just had to make a picture of the desolation she caused upon the lilliputian city. Her teenage ego thrived on the likes and comments she received on her posts, and this post would probably sate her ego for at least two whole days before the shakes, and convulsions would sprout up from withdrawal symptoms, and she would be compelled to undertake something new.
None of this would matter if it weren’t for the fact that she accompanied the image with the line;

looks like mom stifled some feisty stuff here from her beloved daughters. Accompanied with a taunting emo.

Claire intended to delete the post right away.
Yesterday, it felt really great to sneak into her mother’s room to snuck away a pair of boots.
It felt even better when she discovered this secret room with a hidden country of lilliputians in it.
She just couldn’t resist the irresistible urge to spread some slaughter and ravage among the helpless lilli land. Temptation was just too great.
After her attack on Maddy’s city, she constantly had wet dreams about it, squirting time after time.
She had never felt more powerful in that moment.
She was just a mere skinny teen girl, but for these lilli’s she was a true Goddess of destruction.
It was simple child's play for her, to wreck havoc among their fragile lives, and they were so feeble. Nothing could challenge her immeasurable might.
She pined for more. Wanted to kill. Destroy. Dominate. To deep six them all.
In her consternation, she witnessed that the post was already viewed by dozens of people, and what’s even worse, her best friend Delyla chose to share it on her own page.

Claire muttered a string of curses.
How could she be so stupid, to post it without thinking?
She wanted to cover her tracks, but it was already too late. The post was on the brink of going viral through all of her friends and acquaintances.
She didn’t dare to think about how her mother would react if she found out.

Madison

Strolling through the streets of her neighborhood on a quiet friday evening Madison, suddenly leapt up when a passing car honked at her and shouted something after.
She was totally preoccupied in her personal thoughts that she forgot to watch the road before crossing.
Her mind was rigged with disturbing stories Kelvin had told her earlier, stories about her own mom.
All this time Madison was so gullible to believe that her mother gained the lilliputian city with honesty.
She hadn’t really thought about its origin, how her mother came into possession of an actual lilliputian city.
However, If someone had asked, she would probably have answered that her mother asked the lilliputians nicely if they minded living in her daughter’s bedroom.

Silly girl. Madison reprimanded herself.

Those detailed described stories Kelvin told her were irrefutable proof that mommy wasn’t all gentle and friendly like she thought. She had been pained to learn otherwise.
Still, a dupable part of her brain declared all those stories like rubbish, wanted so desperately to cherish the image of her mother as a loving and caring person.
Horrible were the things that her mother had done, the lives she ruined.
Madison just couldn't believe that her beloved mother would do such a thing.
Especially after her aghast reaction when Claire savaged the city and killed thousands. Her mother seemed so convincingly upset about it and concerned over the lilli's fate.
in her head; She heard her sister’s voice, reminding her of her naivety in regard to their mother.
Madison was also in an agonizing moral dilemma. Kelvin begged her, on behalf of all the citizens of New Oakton, to bring them to safety as soon as possible.
People live their lives, day after day, with incessantly fear for the probability of a devastating attack by the hands of either Claire or her mother, which would annihilate their city completely.
Her vow, to preserve the city's safety, which she recited to herself on her birthday, compelled her to take action. However, to abstract her own birthday present to safety, felt like betrayal to her mom.

Madison gave a deep sigh and squinted at the far distance, so she could discern the contours of dozens of sky-high office buildings, packed up in the centre of town, all plastered on an orange glowing scene of a setting sun.
She imagined her mother’s sardonic glee to loom up, enormous big, blocking out the sun, pocking buildings with a finger to sate her curiosity and playful spirit.
What would be able to withstand such might? Millions of hopes and dreams and loved ones, shattered and killed, in an instance, by the mere frolics of a passing giga giantess.
Plunging deep in these ominous thoughts caused an icy cold shiver to wriggle along Madison’s spine.
As a brobdingnagian girl, the concept of the food chain, with its exertions for survival, didn't apply to her, she stood above it all, like a human gazing down upon the death struggles in the world of insects. Madison never gave a second thought about what their actions meant to the lesser species.
That was until she had heard and witnessed the catastrophic actions of her sister and mother, which resulted, among other things, in the death of her best friend, Ashley.

Despite her puny size, she was stronger than anyone of us. Madison thought.
You rest in peace girl.

On top of all, She had even heard ominous stories about a girl, named Mackenzie, about her age, who once submitted entire countries to her capricious will and no lilliputian force could stop her.
A mere teen girl, unfetter hell, for billions!

For a sudden, Madison got jolted out of her stream of thoughts by the faint sound of a honking bus.
She looked down and in her joy saw a human-sized school bus, and its driver was waving at her.

“Hank!” Madison called out, excited.

It was the same bus driver which she accidentally tsunamied under a splash of muddy puddle water when darting home from school for her birthday present.
From that day on, Madison and Hank, the stocky, 55-year-old bus driver became sort of friends whereby they occasionally conversed with each other and Madison, sometimes, asked him for consultation about life.
She even saved his life a few times from the devilments of Brobdingnagian kids.
In her excitement and her need for comfort and wisdom, Madison quickly crouched down and wrapped her slender fingers on top of the bus’s roof. Its metal squeaked and creaked when it was lifted upward, until a tumbling Hank got greeted by Madison's beaming, youthful blue eyes, filling his entire purview.

“Your here!” Madison called out and quickly corrected herself, for she realized to temper her voice a bit for the sake of those fragile human ears. Luckily, the bus wasn’t packed with frightful tiny students.

Friendly Hank with his thick moustache gave a warm smile in return. He was already used to the somewhat rough treatment, he and his battered school bus received from the teen girl when picking them up.

“Why is it I see your mouth smile but your eyes in gloom dear Madison?” He answered with his characteristic low voice.

Madison’s curling lips quickly dried up as if she was about to cry.
The next hour they spent conversing on a bench at the park, whereby Hank sat in Madison’s palm, listening, while his bus was overturned, and resting upon her lap.

Miah

Her high heels scrapped and echoed across the stone floor when Miah ambled along her fighters through the gloom corridor below the arena.
Three rounds they survived, with still four of five fighters alive and in fighting condition. It went far better than expected.
She had to swallow her pride though, and admit that it was due to the large contribution of both Johnson and Zorban they held out for so long.
Remarkable fighters they were, each with their own style. Whereby, Johnson chose to fight on the counter and finish with brute force. Zorban just plunged into the heat, recklessly, spraying abnormal fast punches and kicks everywhere, to shatter and break kneecaps and jaws all around him.
Despite the fact she hated to be dependent on the foreign fighters. It did satisfy Miah to see that this punky green haired Zorban obviously vexed the Goddess, with his obtrusive behavior in the arena. A deep frown appeared on that impeccable, intolerable face when Zorban cracked the skull, with his footgear, of one of his opponents and shat in his open, lifeless mouth, while fuckin the eye socket of a decapitated head, all to great jubilation of its audience, who shouted their praise and even chanted his name a few times.

Tomorrow would be the day of salvation, the ending of sorrow, upon where Miah would finally be reunited again.

A bit longer. She pondered. Hold out just a bit longer Gregory.

“How about a sneak peek of your so-called master plan there.” Zorban’s voice yanked Myah out of her contemplation. He sat upon a stool, dabbing his swollen cheek with an ice bag.

Miah spun on her heels and saw the hopeful eyes of both Zorban and Johnson, eager for explanation.
Boar, her right hand, who’s cut eyebrow was getting stitched looked up at her and gave an almost indistinct nod.
Myah didn’t need his acknowledgement at all. However, it gave her some comfort to know that her most trusted officer agreed.
She didn’t have to tell them everything, just enough information to saturate their curiosity and to make sure they would still be on board.

"You've done well boys, far beyond my wildest expectation.” Miah cajoled.

“We don’t need your adulation Miah, just tell us your plan? And where is Miller? He had better be alive and well.” Johnson said, looking at her, dead serious.

Myah gave a soft inscrutable giggle. “Don’t worry, your friend is… in good hands.” She finished the sentence in a cryptic manner, while she caressed her back pocket, inconspicuous.

“Just one more battle, but remember, it's the champion your facing here, The Goddess’s favorite, so don't you dare to get all sloppy on me!”

“Believe me miss. He will be the least of your problems.” Zorban spat with his raspy voice. “Now cut the crap and tell us how you are gonna deal with that narcissistic brob wench?”

Miah chuckled in delight. “By turning her into my personal pedicure slave obviously.”

Both Zorban and Johnson were looking at her, bewildered.

“Shrink idiots! Im gonna shrink that tight ass of her so small, that she will even be less of a threat than the cooties residing on your scrotum!”

After a moment of silence, Zorban looked at Johnson and guffawed, slapping his knee.

“She can.” Johnson said with a grave voice.

Immediately, Zorban seized his laughter and varied his gaze between Johnson and Miah with a questioning look.

“I can.” Miah said, fishing out an inch tall Miller of her back pocket. He desperately dangled in front of her narrow eyes. His tiny shirt pinched between two purple pedicured nails.

“You shrunk him even further!” Johnson hopped up from his chair.

“Experimenting is necessary mister Johnson.” She answered.

Miah brushed a lock of dark hair behind her ear to take a closer look at Miller. Her eyes wrinkled when she had to smile. Hearing this minute squeak of despair emanating from such a tiny throat amused her.
She had never expected this play of power over tiny beings would be so enticing. He was totally helpless in her mighty grip. She began to fathom the indulgence these giants felt when interacting with tinies. She also saw it in the daughter’s eyes recently, who honored them, unexpectedly, with a destructive visit. The girl was really reveling it all.

The immense power. How would it feel? Miah pondered.

Her entire life, Miah had to flee and shelter below the all trampling feet of colossal sized people, called brobdingnagians, who assumed this planet belonged to them and enslaved and decimated by the billions.
Despite the fact, they shared the same DNA structure. The massive difference in size and strength exalted them to the stature of Gods, completely unassailable.

“Is that… Miller?” Zorban asked in disbelief.

Miah was eager to show them even more of their capabilities. She dropped the fluttering, inch tall Miller in her cleavage, muffling his desperate squeaks and slipped out a shrunken, handheld sized tank of her other back pocket.

“The time is near gentlemen.” Miah announced with the mini tank in the palm of her hand.

“Together, we will finally put an end to this ceaseless tendency of social stratification, whereby we, the so-called lilliputians, merely serve to fulfil the satanic, insatiable needs of those contemptible brobdingnagians.” She announced, voice punctuated with hate. "We suffered this tyranny for long enough. The moment is here to shuffle the cards of balance once more."

“Nice speech.” Zorban said, not impressed. “How are you planning to achieve that?”

“The only thing you guys need to know is that I, and a group of scientists were working on a massive other earthly rock we dug up, years ago, with some exceptional attributes. More brilliant even than sapphire, lighter than a sack of oak tree leaves. I couldn't care less though, if it weren't for the fact that we discovered, by accident, its size manipulating qualities. It was a long and bumpy path, but finally we were able to make it work. You've seen it yourself.”

“But will it work on something as immense as a brobdingnagian? I strongly doubt.” Johnson said.

“It will. Trust me.” Miah said. “Just make sure you guys stretch time long enough during the finals for us to prep everything. You don’t have to win, just buy us sufficient time.”

Both Zorban and Johnson still had their doubts.
What would a Goddess do with subjects who tried to dethrone her and fail?
It didn’t matter for Myah though. Things would be better after tomorrow no matter what.