Robyn was super excited for her trip. As a treat for her 16th birthday, her parents had allowed her and a +1 to go on vacation to Europe on their own. She chose Roman, her childhood best friend and her long time boyfriend. As excited as he was, Roman’s parents had been reluctant to let him go as he was still very naive at 15 years old and were worried about how he’d handle being away on his own, but he really wanted to go so in the end, the parents figured that there wasn’t really much that could harm him in a continent where he was as tall as a building, and they were going to be much taller than any buildings where they were going for their destination of choice was the Republic of Ireland, more specifically, Dublin. Choosing a particularly small country like Ireland was a deciding factor for Roman’s parents, taking comfort in the fact that he was going to be among people less than the height of his big toe.

To get to Dublin they had to take a boat into the Irish sea up to the Dublin bay. As per regulations, their boat couldn’t come within a mile of shore for fear of causing a tsunami, meaning the two would have to go into the water to get to land. Because of this, they had decided to dress in bathing suits for the prospect of having to swim. However, when they disembarked from their boat, the water, while 30 feet deep for an Irish person, was not deep enough to even wet the Americans’s ankles. Their journey ashore was also made easier by the fact that what was a mile for an Irish person could be covered in less than 20 paces by an American. As they walked the two teens stared down in adoration at the toy sized boats on the water, each yacht but a third the length of their foot. They failed to notice the havoc they were causing for the vessels though, each step creating 40 foot waves that seemed insignificant to the Americans but nearly inundated the boats each time before elevating them to uncomfortable heights. It was only a miracle that neither of them stepped on a boat either, the two teens weren’t showing too much discretion at where they stepped. Going further into the bay they reached the outer edges of poolbeg, not even noticing it’s lighthouse that was merely shin height. They continued walking towards the shore along the sea wall. It was along the sea wall that Robyn could really see the Irish people for the first time and appreciate how truly tiny they were to her. Eventually they reached the Poolbeg plant on the Estuary of the river Liffey. Where they were in Poolbeg stood it’s famous chimneys, the tallest freestanding structures in Ireland, discounting radio masts… they were only chin height for either of the Americans. They continued on up the Liffey, paying no heed to the awed and terrified looks of Dubliners on the banks as they strode up the Liffey, only being interrupted by the numerous bridges that lined the river, high enough to allow smaller vessels to comfortably pass under, only added to the list of less than ankle height structures that the teens encountered. Barely having to break stride to step over them as recreational ships sped away as fast as they could, their footsteps creating huge splashes that flooded onto the Liffey quays and soaked locals. They stopped when they reached O’Connell bridge. From where they stood they could see all the way down O’Connell street with all the big statues and big historic buildings, some of which actually reached ankle height to them. Right in front of them, O’Connell bridge was in it’s default state of gridlocked with traffic, full of tiny vehicles that couldn’t even qualify as “toy sized”. To call the Irish ant sized would be inaccurate, their cars were ant sized, their blue and yellow double decker buses only 1 inch tall. Robyn couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable the city was. Like a little tabletop model city brought to life complete with little cars running along the roads. They decided to step up on dry land for the first time. Roman stepped up first. With his first step, he crushed the Nationwide building on the corner of the intersection under his bare foot along with other barely ankle height three story buildings along the Liffey quay, before taking his girlfriend’s hand and helping her out of the river the same way he would help her up a particularly steep step. As she stepped up, she too crushed several buildings under foot, showing absolutely no regard for where she placed her foot despite the tour company’s instructions. “Step where you like” her parents had told her “we’ll reimburse the insurance costs to the company”. And they could afford to,¹ given that they were both incredibly successful business people. Besides, why would they bother to watch their step for such insignificant people anyway? It’s not their fault Europeans and their little buildings were so tiny and fragile. Roman had made bigger, more resilient structures in his wood shop class. They decided to take a look at O’Connell street, the main street, the city centre’s centre that looked more like an extra detailed 3D model of an actual city to the two. They walked up the Main Street, casually crunching several double decker buses under their feet in a couple of steps, unable to help but notice the Millennium Spire, the huge metallic needle that stood much taller than anything else in the city centre, a symbol of the city that towered over Dubliners. It was only crotch height for the two teens. It was the perfect metaphor for how small and insignificant the locals were that the monument that unceasingly loomed large over them was easily dwarfed by two 9th graders. Just then, Robyn noticed a little dot, with a barely noticeable tail, hovering in front of her face, a little tiny helicopter flying in front of her nose. But that wasn’t the only one, she noticed. In fact there were about a dozen little aircraft flying around her and Roman, like little mosquitoes all around 3 inches long, 1 inch tall and ½ inch wide, as the two stood over the spire. Using her thumb and forefinger she reached out for the one in front of her face and pinched it. She'd tried to be as delicate as possible but her grip still crumpled the metal upholstery of the helicopter. The occupants were terrified as the mere tips of the giantess' digits completely engulfed their vehicle, being completely at her mercy. Robyn examined the little thing between her fingers. Amazed that it was an actual helicopter used by actual people, such a complex machine, used to fly so high and travel so quickly, that was being held between her fingers like a tic tac or an M&M. The thought of bite sized food gave Robyn an idea. "Hey, open your mouth and stick out your tongue" she said, turning to her boyfriend. He opened his mouth wide enough to fit a house inside and when he stuck his tongue out, she placed the helicopter on top, gently pushed his tongue back inside and pushed his mouth shut. The helicopter now sat on his tongue that was longer than a city bus and 4 times as wide as a person was tall inside the cavern that was the mouth of an American teenage boy. Almost as soon as it was placed down did Roman swallow. Robyn loved the awkward and surprised look on her boyfriend’s cute face when she closed his mouth. He had a real pop boy band look about him. What you’d expect from a kid as rich as he was, tall (for a 15 year old), skinny yet chisled torso, with short blond hair and soft face. She wanted to know how the helicopters tasted herself so she turned to another one flying at head height. Having seen what she did to the last helicopter it turned to fly away from the colossal girl as quickly as possible but as it tried to flee it began being pulled back toward her with the force of a thousand vacuum cleaners. Robyn had puckered her lips and inhaled, sucking the helicopter back in as it could do nothing to resist. As it reached her lips she opened her mouth wide enough for the helicopter to comfortably fly through. Easily swallowing it. Then she plucked another helicopter out of the air and placed it on her tongue, stood up to her boyfriend and began kissing him on the mouth which caught him off guard at first but he reciprocated. The helicopter was trashed and tossed about as the two teens moved it back and forward between their mouths with their tongues. By the time they were done it was a crumpled heap on Roman’s taste buds.

At this point Roman figured he could do what he wanted and there was not a thing the locals could do to stop him. As if to emphasise this he looked down and saw little green vehicles and little people in green uniforms down by his feet and realised that they’d been under attack by the Irish army for some time. It explained the itching sensation he’d been feeling on his foot. “Hey” he said to his girlfriend while pointing at the ground. Robyn burst out laughing on seeing the military’s attempt at stopping them. It was just so cute the way they were throwing their entire, admittedly pretty weak military arsenal at them and it was only an accident that they even noticed. There weren’t any tanks, just tactical vehicles and personnel transports. With a flex of his toe, Roman crushed several of these vehicles and infantry. All it took was a footstep for him to completely obliterate the military force. Sending remaining infantry scrambling to get out of his immediate reach. Shortly after, the “tanks” showed up. A convoy of 80 Mowga Piranhas armed with heavy machine guns rounded the corner from Parnell Street onto the far end of O’Connell in 4 columns of 20. They were the most powerful chunks of armour in the Irish arsenal yet each one was less than 2 inches long to the Americans, each column only 3 feet long. As they approached the teens, they raised their gunners and opened fire. None of them were able to hit higher than the waists of the two giants, who barely felt the 12.7mm (or the 0.09 mm for them) bullets ricochet off their legs as if their skin was heavily reinforced steel. Another adorable attempt at stopping them. Robyn brought her foot down top of them, it was wider than an entire row of tanks and could fit 6 rows beneath. The tanks powerless as the sole of the teen descended from the heavens and crushed them flat. With 3 steps she wiped out all but 2 of the rows. She decided to put some emphasis when she crushed the final rows so she jumped as high as she could and came down on the tanks as hard as she could. Crushing them with so much force a 2.5 magnitude earthquake rattled the city centre, causing already damaged buildings to collapse.

Roman, entering full “I can do what I want and all of you combined couldn’t stop me” mode, decided to remove his shorts, tossing them aside where they landed on the GPO, O’Connell Street’s proudest building that had seen battles and rebellions take place within its walls now covered by a pair of blue swim shorts. Roman stood naked over the city as if daring authorities to try and arrest him for indecent exposure. His penis, still flaccid, was as long as the Street’s tallest statue depicting the man for whom the street was named, pedestal included. All it took was a gaze at his girlfriends butt to erect it to it’s full length. She had that effect over him, and most men. If she didn’t takeover her family business she could have a career as a model. She was tall, with shoulder length light brown hair, beautiful face. DD cup breasts and a perfectly round butt. Roman swung his dick, now twice as tall as the monument and 7 times as long as the statue without the pedestal, at a nearby helicopter that was flying around it’s level, completely smashing it just as a show of force over the tiny natives, how easy it was to destroy their stuff. They decided to head further inland. Trekking across the city without concern for where they stepped. Entire city blocks disappeared under their soles. Robyn liked the sensation of the little buildings crumbling between her toes. Structures that took huge amounts of effort and time to build only to be smushed under her foot. The tiny people could do nothing as they walked across their city. Indiscriminately stepping on people and vehicles and buildings. The titanic teens were just normal school children at home but were gods to these minuscule Europeans. It didn’t take long before they’d left the city altogether. If they wanted to, they could cross the country in 20 minutes. Or turn right and head up to Northern Ireland where the two teens would truly be deities.