Chapter 10: Rough Play

Delta wished she could say she surprised herself with the lava spit, but she knew it was in her power. Her sense of awareness of what she could do was vivid. All the data she had access to, the settings and abilities she now commanded existed at the front of her mind. Yet, they didn’t distract her. It was like another set of senses on the side. Something marvelously intuitive and all hers. She wondered how she went so long without it.

Seeing far towards Bruce’s little mountain cabin was a trivial thing. Her vision was sharp enough to cut through the atmospheric fog pixels hovering in the realm. Even without it, though, she understood things like Paradise did. She had the base’s coordinates, and the coordinates of all the objects making up that little home of his. She’d get there after breaking more of his things.

Delta closed her eyes and walked towards the next structure without her normal sight. Instead, she moved with these new senses of hers. Her foot came down and she knew where she was from the location of the ground cubes Paradise just ran crack and explode functions on.

She of course had her own coordinates as well, and those of the objects at her toes. A collection of gold and jeweled cubes stacked tight close and atop one another let her visualize the upcoming structure. She rested her toes at its end. Without opening her eyes, she visualized it from the data as a jeweled sculpture of some TV character he must like.

Opening her eyes, Delta saw her prediction true. She set her foot atop it, as she often did with Bruce’s hard work, and sent him a message.

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Bruce spawned back atop the covers his blocky bed, fully clothed as was his realm’s default nature. This wasn’t the first time he had perished in Make-Landia: one could succumb to many such things like collapsing sand blocks or misplaced dynamite. Yet, all of that was painless. At worst, a surprise. Now, Bruce had felt the pain of crunched legs and of lava-burnt skin.

The first thing he did was check his legs. They were back intact. Thankfully, it seemed there wasn’t a permanence to his deaths even when they came at her hand.

‘Her’

That Delta. The woman who’s steps he felt even now as she marched over. He never thought a one-off encounter could lead to such a bloodthirsty and sadistic reprisal. Who could be so petty? Who could be so cruel? So twisted? Who could be so horrifying as to do what she did?

No sooner than he stood up did he get a prompt on his holodisplay. He opened it up and saw a message. It was from her, of course. The only thing he feared more than reading it was not. He opened it up.

“Look through the windows. I want you to watch.”, it read.

‘She wants me to watch more of my creations get destroyed. What a sadistic bitch.’ Bruce thought. He started to type a reply, muttering it as he thought of the words.

“Please leave me alone I-”

He got another message from her. It opened automatically since he began a sort of text-correspondence with the first one. It read.

“Don’t bother typing back, I can hear you.”

“That’s impossible.” he whispered to himself.

Another message from her.

“No, it’s not. Now get to the window. I’m not asking, and I’ll know if you don’t.”

‘How could she possibly know that?’, he thought.

There was a pause and he didn’t move for a short while. She sent another message.

“From your hesitation I guess you don’t believe me. You’re standing next to a bed. Two steps to your left is an awful looking night stand consisting of one fine wood block you didn’t put anything on. Wasted space. Some coordinates away from you on the X axis is a table where you have a single pixelated flower vase: also a waste. A stone shelf with some spare pixel tools is a bit to your front against the wall. Right now your body is lightly shifting from fear, coordinates wavering over a comparatively small range. I’m not gonna ask again, go to the window.”

Bruce did as he was told. He opened the glass frame on the nearest window and looked out. Delta was close enough to see without the telescopic device from before. He saw her tan foot set itself upon one of his more beloved creations. It took him weeks to make that one. All that effort, gone to dust under her foot. She cooed after, enjoying it. That’s all it amounted to for her: one moment of enjoyment.

She stepped closer, taking out more of Bruce’s works along the way. Delta walked in such a way that her foot just fell atop them without breaking her stride. He didn’t know it, but she had calculated her gait thus to do the most damage. She walked by a tower of his and he thought it spared, but then a swing of her arm knocked it over. The upper half fell to the ground before exploding away like the other hard hit blocks.

The only thing around to rival her height were the mountains. He didn’t make those: they were auto generated. She walked by one in her passing and brushed her fingers against its top. The snow cubes melted away as the triangular peak was pushed off to leave a level top smoothed by her passing fingers.

His own mountain was the tallest in the area far as he knew. His cabin laid at the top, reachable normally only by an elevator he built. He wondered how she’d reach the peak where he was. He had his answer as he saw her walk ever closer. She stepped so that her foot would fall just barely shy of another giant sculpture of his. At the last second her body burgeoned up to twice her size: now 1000ft tall. Her foot grew with the rest of her large enough smash it done with ease. At the next step, she doubled in height again and her steps grew louder and more destructive thus.

The creations by his base were manifold and the product of much more labor than the ones farther out. She crushed them two or three per step now, leaving only deep cave-like prints. Each structure’s falling was a needle in his heart. Bruce deflated for a bit: body slouched, face glum. Then, her steps started to *really* shake the cabin. Soon, he could only see the green fabric of her shorts from the window. She was ginormous! Panic set in and he moved back from the viewing square towards the center of the cabin. She took another step and the mountain shook enough for him to stumble onto his ass. He looked up as the ceiling began to shake.

With just the tips of her fingers, Delta yanked off the roof of the big wide room he called his Make-Landia home. Those giant yellow eyes stared down, glinting with malicious delight. She leaned forward so he could see her 75ft smile.

“I hope you don’t mind if I come in.”, she said.

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Delta’s very breath and presence knocked Bruce from his butt to his back. She giggled, rumbling more snow off his mountain before she moved to the inside of his cabin in a flash.

She shrunk down of course, to a much smaller and likely familiar size of 12ft tall. For Bruce, Delta’s face occluded the sky one moment, and the next she stood right by his bed. Same outfit: yellow shirt, green shorts, no shoes. She beckoned him over with a curl of her finger.

“C’mon, don’t you want to join me on the bed?” She gave the piece of furniture some pats before sitting on it. It began to crack under the might of her amazonian scale. With a loud crack, it broke into short lived pixelated wood dust that flickered away.

“Guess not~” she said.

Bruce scrambled back from her on the floor. He had a look of horror on his face in contrast to her smile.

She took a few steps towards him.

“You know, I was tempted to climb up this mountain instead. Fingers and toes tearing into stone cubes making up this place. This game-landmark quaking with every shift of my weight. It was tempting, but then I wouldn’t’ve crush as many of those structures of yours. Couldn’t have that now could we.”

Bruce just kept moving back. She took another step and he squeaked out a yelp. Delta chuckled.

“Really?” she said. “You’re quite the coward. Fine by me.”

Another step.

“Oh, I see. You’re worried about respawning now are you? Don’t worry, I can handle that from now on. I’ve got the access for it now, in case you haven’t noticed.” said Delta.

The 12ft tall woman moved forward again. She stretched out her arm over the nearby block-table and knocked all his stuff off it. A vase fell by her feet and her next step crushed it under her heel. She leaned on the table and it began to crack.

“I’ve said it before Bruce, but you must be a terrible programmer. The moment I came into your realm without permission, you should’ve noticed something was very wrong. The implications of that were dire. You do still work at Rain Forest right?”

Bruce was huddled in the corner. His breathing calmed down slightly, but he still felt like he was on the edge of a cliff. He gulped once before speaking.

“Yes. I just do webdev though, I don’t know any of the lower level stuff really. I wouldn’t know how you’ve done any of this, I swear!”

Delta grinned. “Figures, a specialist. How very limiting. I suppose not everyone can be as smart as me, or as creative. You should’ve worked at the Newer York branch, then I would’ve done a far pettier bit of revenge against you. I’m happy you didn’t, though. This is much funner.”

“What are you gonna do to me? Whatever it is please understand I’m sorry about-”

Delta interrupted him. “I’m gonna do whatever I want and can, just like before. You remember saying you loved the idea of rough size-play right? Seems you remember our bit of fun together. I left that unsatisfied, slighted. That won’t due now, will it?”

Flashes of Delta’s foot stamping on his face came back to Bruce again. Now, of course, he realized how much something like that would hurt. His face went a bit pale.

“I see you begin to recall some more specifics, but not everyone can have as good as memory as me. Let me help jog yours a bit.”

Delta snapped her fingers and her yellow shirt shortened to a midriff-revealing top: same one she wore all those months ago. The table she was leaning on then cracked, finally, eliciting another yelp from Bruce. She paid that no mind as she tilted her left foot on the floor. Her heel started slamming down on it in a rhythm. The sound of bare skin thunking against the floor resonated along side the growing sound of a wooden floor creaking. Each tap made the cube-floor floor shake and groan more. She paused for a moment, tapped her foot again, and the floor creaked just slightly lower.

“There, I was just editing your floor a bit. Should be the exact same level of noise as before. Now, comfortable?”

Bruce remained hugging that corner of the cabin.

“Thought not. Good. Come here meat~”

Delta walked towards Bruce while he slowly began to sit up. He grabbed a pixelated shelf near by, hugging it for support as he adjusted to the new vibration-mechanic of the floor she added. He had another primal fear now. Big as Delta was to him, her approach was like that of some large wild animal of legend. That hunger in her eyes reminded him of an animal like that: or a monster. A chair in her way exploded under a footstep of hers. She kept moving like it was nothing.

Bruce made a run for it, but it was too late by then and Delta reached out to snag him by the scruff of his shirt collar.

“A chase would be fun, but too easy. Besides, don’t you wanna play with me? You seemed eager the last time.”

Delta squeezed tight at Bruce’s sides. At 5’4”, the short man only came up to her crotch if even. She turned him to face her and ripped off his shirt in one fell swoop. She eyed the plain and unimpressive chest of his scrawny form. Bruce began to whimper.

“Pathetic.” said Delta. She set both hands to his mid-sides and squeezed hard. She started to hear cracks and Bruce let out a scream.

“Just how I like it~”

She tore her hands right through his sides. Blood spurted out as she clenched tight enough to press her hands right through the muscle and bones of his rip cage. She let Bruce flail a bit before dropping him. A second later, she lifted her foot over his face and stomped down. His head exploded like a watermelon all over the place.

Bruce respawned near-instantly later a few steps away from Delta: good as new, but still no shirt. The blood and gore of his was gone from the room now, and thinking on it he realized it never stained Delta in the first place. She moved towards him and he ran now.

“You weren’t listening huh? Fine.”, she said.

Delta moved with unnatural athleticism towards Bruce. He ran behind the table at the center of the room, so she just leap onto it, destroying it, before pouncing right atop him shortly after. Bruce heard something of his crack beneath her hips. Her thighs wrapped around his torso. The pressure she put out was immense. Delta squeezed a bit to finish cracking the bones to his sides.

“Even an idiot like you might’ve noticed, but I modulated my strength a bit. Just like when I broke that bed of yours. Not that I couldn’t swing you around as a 12ft tall woman, but I find it a bit funner this way. I’ll concede my fantasies aren’t entirely realistic, but they are so much fun~”

Delta started to bounce her hips on him. Her crotch pounded down at his front, which began to show a few bruises. Each little ‘hop’ of her lower body began to hurt more and more. His bones crushed, muscles tore. In time she was bouncing on a broken and bloody torso while he thrashed and screamed about.

“Funner than last time since you actually break now~” said Delta. She moved her hand and pressed at one of his bruises, ramping up his screams. “But, a bit too messy. I guess you’re just not man enough to handle me huh?”

She reached up with her hand and silenced his screams with her giant hand over his mouth. Pressing down just a tad, Delta dislodged his jaw with the base of her palm. The joints of it tore from his skull. When the flesh of his cheeks ripped, the bits of sinew and muscles stuck out all stringy and slick. Delta chuckled, then finished him off by cupping his skull in her other hand then giving his head a quick snap.

Bruce respawned on the other edge of the room from her, so back at his old corner.

“Please, stop this! This is sick!”, he said.

Delta moved towards him again, her bare feet thudding on the pixelated wooden floor which creaked and thumped like the real deal.

“You shouldn’t kink shame you know, but if it changes anything I’m not really getting off on your gore there. If anything, having it on me feels almost like an insult. It’s like a bug spilling its guts when squashed as a last bit of spite. Not quite, but the same idea. Thankfully with Paradise no one has to get sullied if they don’t want to. Well, that was the old way. Now, I only get that privilege. Just a single conditional statement and what was everyone’s becomes mine alone.”

Delta walked up to Bruce and picked him up by his neck.

“Also,” Delta turned to her right hand and turned it over some.

“I am experimenting a bit here.”

The tan woman’s right arm shifted into a sharp metal blade. Bits of flesh congealed at its edges to make a sort of red-pink outline towards its base. The muscle and sinew of it connected back to the more normal bits of her arm.

Bruce could hardly breath at even the meekest grip from her to his neck, but he managed to squelch out another scream of horror alongside the classic “No!” which grew increasingly cliche to Delta’s ears.

She grinned as she jammed the arm-blade into Bruce’s naked chest right below the sternum. Blood spurted from his mouth. She looked him right in the eyes as blue currents arced over the blade’s metal. She pumped it and his body full of electricity. She kept the flow going, increasing, till his skin burnt, body burst, and the spasms of his electrocuted form ceased.

Delta reformed her arm back to normal and he slumped to the ground, dead. An instant later and he respawned back where the bed used to be.

“Pretty impressive huh? I have complete control over my body, not just size and the minor things, like hair~” She ran her fingers through her green and yellow strands. Her circuit pattern was as lovely as ever. Her hair jostled lightly at its ends as she moved to him yet again. She nibbled at her lower lip.

“All this fun is getting me worked up. I think I’ll give you the chance to do something you requested last time Bruce.”

Delta paused a few feet away from him and thought up a Make-Landia-style throne, red, gold and pixelated. It appeared right behind herself at the center of the cabin. She had destroyed the furniture there earlier, so there was plenty of room.

Delta sat in it, her shorts and underwear disappeared, and she spread her legs apart. One hand slid towards her hairless crotch, the other beckoned Bruce over with a finger.

“Come over here, you said you wanted to lick this before.”

Bruce looked at her. She was sitting now. There was some distance. Now was his chance! He made a break for the nearby window open from before and moved to jump out of it. A moment before reaching the square opening the glass sprung back into place. He thudded into it, but it didn’t break. Delta chuckled.

“Really? You have 12ft of woman waiting for you, and you’re gonna try and run away? I would’ve just brought you back you know. Now, get over here.”

Bruce turned back to Delta and froze. “I said, get over.” She stomped down with her foot. A ringing spread through the floor; wooden cubes shifted as one behind and beneath Bruce shot up to push him forward. Then another cube, and again as the floor pushed him forward, block by block to create movement like a deck of cards falling towards her. He stopped right before, having fallen to his hands. She nudged him back up, though not so upright that he wasn’t level with her crotch.

“C’mon, I know there’s some arousal building in you despite all the fear you must be feeling. You know you want to. Go down on me, it’ll be fun~”

Bruce paused again. Some part of him, deep down, did find this attractive. She was fit enough: fitter than him. A thin appealing figure with taut tan skin of soft brown. Of course, he had his own size fetish on the receiving end of things.

Still, she horrified him. It was a war between the primitive urges of lust and fear. The smell of her crotch hit his face: the feminine scent of arousal. She gazed down at him like a queen on the throne. Her bottom lip pressed behind stark white front teeth. Her yellow-irised eyes had the look of anticipation with the unmistakable twinge of impatient hunger.

In the end, he decided it best not to disobey. Bruce worked up his courage and slowly moved his face towards Delta’s awaiting snatch. Just a bit, a little closer. That’s when Delta moved her hand behind his head and stuffed his face right up against it. She held him there for a few seconds. He started to suffocate on her fluids and gasped against her folds.

“Lick” she ordered.

He meekly slipped out his tongue; she felt it and shivered. Delta’s folds were wrapped about his face best she could. She wasn’t big enough for him to put his whole face in there literally. Nevertheless, Delta figured it was time to strike. Bruce’s eyes went wide as he felt something sharp poke into his tongue and front cheeks. Delta willed a plethora of needle-sharp fangs on her walls of her pussy. She contracted her muscles before he had time to react and bit off his tongue with her cunt. Bruce fell backwards, missing the front of his mouth and a bunch of skin from just below his nose down to the bottom of his chin.

“Nnnyuh! I’m gushing!” Delta said sarcastically. Her nethers quivered and she ejected the flesh she tore off. It sizzled away beneath the acidity she added to her fluids. A thought later and her snatch was back to normal and her fluids along with it, but Bruce still saw his bleeding tongue melt to a puddle.

“Please, as if you’d be enough for a woman like me. With the power I hold, my appetites are far bigger. I can’t believe you fell for it, but with control over my body I guess I can put on a good act.”

Bruce stumbled away in agony. He slumped to another corner and collapsed. He held his hand to his wounded face and fought the urge to press down on the wound.

Delta rose from her pixelated throne and it disappeared. She took a few steps towards him, giggling. She was elated with this power of hers: elated to have such an exquisite form of vengeance.

She waltzed over. He hunched down helplessly and she took off his glasses, crunching them.

“I always thought glasses were a bit lame. People used to need those things, you know. They couldn’t see well at all without them.”

Bruce’s vision went blurry as she summoned two hemispheres of distortion right atop his eyeballs.

“Would you still accessorize like that if you saw like *this* if you lost them? I wonder how many people would.”

Delta chuckled, then picked him up by his neck and threw him across the opposite wall. His head landed first, skull cracked and neck snapped. It was exactly as she predicted based on the force and angle applied.

Bruce spawned good as new by the bed again. Delta had her shorts back on.

“You’ve been through a lot of pain, all at my hand. I think I’ll give you a chance to get some revenge of your own.”

Delta smiled and shrunk back down to her normal 5’7” self. Bruce looked stunned.