Chapter 11: Little Man

“Well?” said Delta. “Don’t just stand there, attack me! I destroyed all your hard work forever. Well, I guess not all of it, one second.”

Delta snapped her fingers. A ferocious earthquake shook the entire realm. In the distance, Bruce heard the sound of his last few structures detonating. There was a nearby window and, against his better judgment, he peaked outside. The very forests of his Make-Landia world were alight. A distant mountain crumbled before his sight. He was sure the only thing left of his world was this mountain and the cabin atop that they were in. His primary hobby--creations that took years of work: gone.

He looked to the source. That smug young hacker with the circuit-patterned hair. She looked right back at him with the corner of her lip curled up in that stupid fucking smirk. His anger grew.

“Take this too, might give you more of a shot~” said Delta

She pointed at him and a picelated ax appeared, floating in the air.

“That’s one of the weapons in this dumb little game-realm of yours right? Bit blocky looking. I’ll give you something real~” she said.

She snapped her fingers and the blocky-ax became a realistic and sharp bladed ax in his hands.

“Only I can make something like that, you know. Now, what are you waiting for? Attack me.”

Bruce took it in his hands. She started tapping her foot impatiently.

‘That bitch. That cunt!’

He charged, ax raised over his brown-haired head. Delta stood there, arms crossed. A moment before he reached her, Bruce felt his world shift as he diminished down to an inch tall. Still mid-charge, he stumbled into her toes. Filled with anger at a new humiliation, he brought the now tiny ax down atop her toe. The blade flew right of the handle; her light-brown skin was entirely unarmed.

Bruce looked up to see Delta smiling with the blue sky above her in the ceiling-less room. She lifted her foot and bopped him over with her big toe. She lowered her foot atop his front and held him there. The soft warm sole above him pressed him against the pixelated floor. All he could feel and see was the underside of her foot. He clawed at a wrinkle and tried to squirm free.

Delta sighed. Slowly, she dragged her foot down the length of his body till his head poked out between a gap of her toes. She watched him flail till the malicious stare of those yellow eyes got him to stop.

“You like that? Being trapped under my foot, writhing like a bug?”

He was panting, face flushed red with anger. His breathing began to calm.

“What? I-”

Delta pressed down with the ball of her foot and crushed his legs for the second time today. He screamed as predicted, and the sound muffled when she moved her big toe over his face.

Her body shivered. Another soft giggle rang out.

“This is what you want right? To be beneath a woman? A ‘big gal’? To be beneath me? To be at my mercy? It’s your fantasy right?”

She pressed down further. The middle part of the ball of her foot squeezed down now. Everything below his rib cage squashed to a smear.

“You like that, little man?”

Bruce screamed out for a bit, then spoke.

“No! N-no I mean, I’m sorry I charged at you or whatever. What do you want me to say! I-”

She stomped down fully. He respawned in her open palm. He shook his head side to side and spoke softly.

“No. Please.”

“How about this?” said Delta. She clenched her fingers and crushed him in a blink of an eye.

Bruce respawned with his chest between pinched fingers. Her other hand grabbed at his kicking legs.

“No, stop!”, he shouted.

“How about this?”

She twisted his body at both ends. Viscera fell out from his middle like a macabre party cracker.

Bruce respawned on the floor. He couldn’t even get a word out before she slammed her heel down on him and twisted.

“What about that? Like that?”

One more twist and the top of his body flattened and spread in a crude smear. He respawned in her open palm again.

“Stop. This is too much! I’m sorry about our hook-up. I’m sorry about anything you want me to be. I don’t deserve this!”

Delta’s face went stern. “You deserve what I say you do. Everyone does.” A soft smile formed. “But, I may have been testing some stuff out on you.”

Delta summoned up a plain blocky chair from the Make-Landia object database to sit on. All the while, she began to design a long and wide table. It took her less than a couple seconds to form the slate-gray piece of furniture. Its realistic style clashed with the rest of the room and what little was left of the blocky realm.

Bruce turned around to look at it. On its surface, she began to make a bunch of little gray shapes. Bits of green grew on the table top with gray and black areas around that. Little spots of blue formed up as well. Delta spoke as she finished up the more intricate bit.

“I never understood people like you Bruce. How could you want to be tiny? To be vulnerable, to be that weak; it seems as horrifying as it is pathetic.”

He began to vaguely recognize some of the shapes. Buildings. She was making a little city.

“Similarly, I can’t imagine being an amazon in height and wanting to just *sit* on someone’s face all peaceful-like. How could you have even asked something like that of me? What’s the point of that kind of power if you don’t use it? That’s why you’re not enough for me Bruce. Even when I can do anything I want to you, one person isn’t enough for me. I need much more, and I can have it. Recognize that city?”

Bruce shook his head. It seemed familiar. He squinted, and for a moment he though the saw little dots running on the streets.

Delta kicked her legs up on the table. She took her time with the casual gesture. The naked heel of her right foot fell first on the little city’s outskirts. He saw realistic plumes of smoke rise from the landing zone. Her left crossed over the right foot, and that ped’s heel just barely grazed some more tiny skyscrapers as she bobbed it up and down.

“Really? You still don’t recognize it do you? I can tell from the expression on your face. Alright, how about a closer look then~”

Bruce blinked and he was on top of a meticulously detailed building now. From below came the sounds of screams, he peered over the building’s edge and saw the streets full of men and women. Most ran, but others cowered curled-up into balls.

The green-eyed man noticed every single male and female looked the same in their categories. He also noticed a few screaming and pointing up to the source of a great shadow over the city. He turned his head to the right and saw Delta’s bare feet looming over the metropolis. The feet alone seemed miles tall from his diminutive perspective. She herself would’ve been at least 10 miles, comparatively.

“There.” Her voice rumbled through the buildings. She scrunched her monolithic toes far up in the sky. “You can see the details much better now, right?” “You lack my supreme senses, so a ground view helped I’m sure.”

There she went again, always eager to rub in her powers: her superiority.

Bruce just barely saw her smug face to the side of one of those gigantic feet of hers. His eyes trailed down to where her heel impacted, and she saw mounds of pushed-aside concrete marking the what must’ve been a crater-like landing. A bunch of those identical men and women laid near there, crushed by surrounding rubble as the buildings nearby collapsed.

“So, you know where you are now?”

Bruce looked around real quick and recognized some of the buildings in the distance. Tokyo Tower, Big Ben, the Pyramid of Giza. All relics of the old world. There was only one place they existed together.

“The Nexus.” he said, knowing she could hear him even at such a size disparity.

“Wrong!”

She raised her right foot up and slammed it back down on the table. A quake ravaged the region and buildings fell around him. She chuckled at her little prank.

“You’re in a model I designed myself, though you probably won’t find a single difference in detail even if you look for years. All realm data is accessible to me now. I was busy exploring my new accesses while I played around with you, and I can make even the vast Nexus from scratch.”

Delta shifted her feet. At his scale, her heard every detail. The soft sound of foot skin against foot skin rung through the area given the comparative magnitude of scale she possessed. The massive appendage moved to the left of her right foot. The shadow of her heel fell on thousands more of those people down below. He heard their screams silence and held on for dear life as the ground rumbled. She crossed the right over the left now, and saw just how much damage this simple gesture did. Her two titanic feet came to rest again.

“You like those NPCs down there? I made them myself by averaging body and face data for all the women and men who ever entered Paradise. I think Jane and John are good names for them, but they are woefully inadequate for my desires. The behavior scripts just won’t do. I could code better ones, but if recreating human behavior and intelligence were so easy we’d have true AI by now.”

She sighed. “Yet, even if I could, it wouldn’t be the same. There’s a certain indescribable quality to real victims. A gestalt of sorts. But, one isn’t enough. You’re not enough. I’m going to have fun in the entire Nexus realm, filled with actual human consciousnesses that won’t know what’s coming.”

Delta’s chair scooched forward a tad at her command, and more of the city flattened under the wall of heel flesh. She uncrossed her foot and Bruce braced for another earthquake. What was really coming was far worse. She lifted her left foot overhead and hovered it over him and countless blocks of her model Nexus.

“An entire city of real people, running for their lives. Every bit of pain, every scream. All for me! All proof of my intoxicating power. This is where cities belong, where everyone does: in the shadow of my foot.”

Her ped started to descend. He had a scant few seconds to take in the intricate details of her clean sole.

“How do you like that, little man? It sounds lovely to me~”

He was crushed out and Delta purred. She twisted her foot side to side as she was wont to do. After a moment of savoring all the delicate destruction, she stood up and spawned Bruce back in her palm. He was an inch tall again, and his outfit had been restored.

“You were just a warm up, something to get my appetite going. I tested things out on your world to make sure I wouldn’t embarrass myself in the Nexus. Destroying that place has been my fantasy for a long time now. In that sense, you could consider yourself something of a ‘fluffer’ for me, that and a test dummy. In a way, it’s far more attention and significance than you deserved. I had to pick someone though, and you happened to be around.”

She giggled a bit, paused, then snapped her fingers. The surface of her table erupted into flames. The cabin fell away and the two of them were in a void. She sat in the chair still, legs crossed and one bare foot resting on an invisible floor. Once the last scream finished from her model city, she deleted it and the table too.

Bruce fell to his knees. “So, we’re done then? You’ll let me go?”

“Oh no Bruce.” Delta chuckled. “I’m going to the Nexus, and you’re coming with me~”

Delta raised the man over her mouth. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips. She had gotten rid of her lava spit awhile ago, thankfully.

“Wait, no but you said I wasn’t enough! You need a city right?!?”

Delta smirked. “Oh you can’t possibly satisfy my hungers, but every little bit counts. I wouldn’t call you an appetizer, but it’s good to have even a tiny mint before the main course.”

Delta opened wide and plopped him in. Bruce noticed her insides had sourceless light to them: she wanted him to see. Her saliva soaked him head to sneakered toe.

All the buildup was too much for Delta. She simply *had* to get to the Nexus. Without any savoring, Delta gulped. Tight throat contractions squeezed him hard enough to snap an odd-angled leg of his. She traced his descent with a finger, feeling it all with inhuman precision.

Bruce plopped into her stomach, lit up like the rest of her. The acrid stung at his eyes. He leaned forward and his glasses fell off to crack and sizzle in a pool of stomach juices. Unable to actually modify his senses directly with her thoughts, Delta spawned another blurry two covers over his eyes. A tremor went through the undulating wrinkled flesh as she softly patted her stomach. Her heartbeat thumped around him, and a muffled giggle assailed his ears.

Delta stood up, smashed her foot through the pixelated chair to break it, then poofed out of Bruce’s dead realm.

It was time for her next stop. Time to fulfill one of her greatest fantasies with buildings perfectly realistic instead of pixelated and blocky.

It was time to visit the Nexus.