The giant Perspective

The giant Perspective

The giant Perspective

By

Various Authors

 

 

Your

name is Jake, you are eighteen, and a senior. You wake up, groggy and grumpy, in

your hot room. You sweat a little, as you pull on your undershirt and jeans,

wiping your forehead with your hand. Your friend, Brandon, lies in his boxers on

the ground on top of a sleeping bag. He lazily pushes back his disheveled blonde

hair and remains asleep.

You step over him, and go into your yard to grab the paper as you usually do.

When you leave the house, you curse, you forgot your shoes. Grumbling, you

trudge out into the grass, wet stalks wiping against your bare feet as you walk

and pushing up between your toes.

You stop where the paper should be, and, looking down, see what appears to be a

squirt gun instead. Not really registering on your half-a-sleep mind, you pick

up the gun, and examine it.

It has two settings, it would seem, a shrink and a grow. You rub your chin

looking at it.

 

You

point it at yourself, still half asleep, and pull the trigger. Everything around

you suddenly seems to shake and twist. You black out while standing, and when

you open your eyes again, you seem to be standing in your yard still, but your

house is gone.

You blink to take the edge of sleep away, and look around.

You suddenly realize your house didn't vanish, it shrunk, everything did! You

look to be around 200 feet tall.

You think of what to do next, your house sitting at your bare feet, your toes

pulling up clumps of dirt from your once large yard.

Already people on the street are looking at you.

 

With an

evil grin on your face, you walk from block to block, thinking of what the

destruction you could cause. Stopping at one block in particular, you go over to

Ceclia's house, she was a cheerleader who always made fun of you. She was

walking out to get the paper, when she noticed you standing over her. She

screamed, and turned to run. Easily, you lifted her into your hand and.....

 

You put

Cecilia in your mouth. You run your tongue over her fine body. You hear

screaming inside of your mouth. What are you thinking?

 

You

hold Cecilia in your mouth, rolling her on your tongue as you walk down the

street, thinking. A little kid came rolling down his sidewalk on a power wheel,

looking up at you just to find himself disappearing under your bare foot. You

feel his little body and car flatten under your sole, and stick for the next few

steps, until finally falling off.

You move Cecilia into you cheek and almost without a second thought, bring your

teeth down on her, chopping her in half. With a little smile of satisfaction,

you continue walking, a warm, coppery taste filling your mouth.

You stop, planting your foot on a house and slowly grinding it down to match

sticks, working your toes through the debris while you think what to do next.

You could go smash something or kill someone else, I mean, the cops might come

after you sooner or later and you could just deal with the threat now. Or maybe

you could use the gun on something.

 

You

lift your foot from the rubble and head towards the local police station,

bringing down your feet on houses and unaware people alike. You find your bare

feet don't make too much noise, except for the crunching of homes and the

cracking of the pavement. As a whole though, people weren't running blindly, but

instead just running back into their houses.

"Jake!"

You stop and gaze a few houses down, seeing the school, and make a mental note

to head there later. A ways to the right is the police station. The cops don't

seem to have mobilized yet.

"Jake! Hey Jake!!"

You blink and look down. A girl was waving from her second story window. It was

Amanda, one of your best friends. She was in great shape, being on the volley

ball team, and had long, black hair and brown eyes.

You grin lazily and bring your face to hers. "Hey there little lady."

She smiles back, though a little nervously. "Hey, can you make me big, too? That

looks like so much fun! And it's not like you can just walk around on your own

right?" She gives you a scared wink, trying to be confident.

You just smile and stand to your full height, looking at the ray gun.

 

You

think it over, and then grin, making sure the selection is on "grow." Meanwhile,

Amanda was already standing in her yard, wearing really short shorts, a blouse

that barely covered her breasts, and flip-flops. She rocked back and forth,

visibly excited about her change to come.

You laugh. "Stand still, I don't want to miss!" She grins and tries to remain in

one place, but can't.

You aim carefully, pulling the trigger. After a second Amanda is as big as you.

She giggles excitedly and hugs you, wrapping her arms around you with a little

kiss on the cheek. "Oh, thank you so much Jake, this is so cool! Where to

first?"

You reply, still hugging her. "I was thinking of making sure the police don't

bother us."

"Great idea!" She says, and when she pulls away....

 

She

pauses after the hug, and pushes you back a little with her hand. "One sec,

Jake, there is something I need to do."

She turned and stood up straight over her now small house. "Mom! I know you can

hear me, and I have a little something to tell you!"

She looks back at you and grins wildly, and then back at her house, from which

her mom was now emerging. The titanic daughter wrapped her mother in long

fingers and brought her to her face.

"Hello mom! Before I do this I want you to see something." Amanda angled her

grip so her mother could see the house and lowered her foot so the rubbery

flip-flop now rested on the roof of the house, a few tiles dropped off.

The small woman cried out and put her hands over her mouth. The daughter just

smiled. "How many times did you confine me in this terrible place?" The foot

lowered a little bit, and the roof caved down a bit. "Telling me to stay in my

room? Telling me I can't go out." The second floor tumbled in on itself,

Amanda's flip-flop pressing down further, debris and wispy dust rising around

her toes. "No more!"

The micro-mother cried out as her huge daughter's foot dropped through the house

to the ground, splinters of the house flying out everywhere. She rose her foot

and dropped in again and again, utterly destroying the building.

"And now..." She said, holding her mother close to her mouth. "You always said

people can see too much of my breasts, well..." She suddenly dropped her mother,

the poor woman slipping down between the teen's well-developed cleavage. "What

about now mom, huh? What about now?!" The girl screamed down, and then let out a

smug laugh. Her hands came up and she adjusted her boobs, moving them against

eachother and then pushing them up a bit.

A satisfied smile parted her lips. "Ok, Jake, let's go." She gave you a sexy

wink before starting towards the police station.

 

As you

and Amanda approach the precinct, she looks back at you, and, placing her

slender hands on her sexy hips, blows you a little kiss. "Mind if I take care of

this, lover?" She grins and strides over to you, crushing a car underfoot, her

flip-flops slapping loudly against her feet. She embraces you again, giggling,

and kisses you, this time on the lips. "I've got an idea for this one, but I'll

need the gun."

"Well... I dunno..." You begin, but she presses her hips into you, her leg

slipping between yours. You let out a little yelp, and as she gazes into your

eyes, you can't help but gulp.

 

As all

this is going on, two police officers suddenly rush out, a man and a woman, and

raise shotguns. Amanda forces her leg further up into your crotch, but her face

becomes more serious. "It's now or never, Jake."

You relent to Amanda's beauty and charm, hand the gun to her. She giggles

excitedly, and, licking her lips at you, switches the selector to grow.

Amanda, towering over the policemen that only come to her ankle, stood

confidently, the cops holding steady. She aimed the gun...

Amanda

leans over and blows you a kiss, while aiming the gun at her abdomen. "No wait!"

You begin, taking a step forward. A few people who had gathered in their

backyard unsuspectingly fell under your rough heel, which forced them flat

against the ground.

"Oops! I almost forgot!" The giantess suddenly dug inbetween her breasts and dug

out a shaking and terrified form - her mother. She dropped the small woman on

the ground uncaring, and lowered the rubber sole of her shoe down on top of her

own mother, crushing her.

Without further delay, the gun went off.

 

You

stand there gaping, barely concious, as Amanda's foot drops down on the precinct

building again and again. You only come up to her knee, and, in a way, must be

feeling what all those people you stepped on felt. You stare up at Amanda's

incredibly sexy and now huge body, her long, black hair flowing behind her, and

part coming down in front of her ears ending in little points. Her hungery brown

eyes staring down at fleeing officers just as her foot stomps down, trapping

them, smashing them. Her long, tanned legs rising and dropping with incredible

force, slender arms at her side, long fingers clutching the gun. Her small,

chisled mouth in an evil smile. Everything about her was delicate yet powerful.

Like her finely sculpted eyebrows, yet, large, strong feet, dropping down, toes

gripping the thong of her flip-flops. And her breasts, bouncing gently in their

slim, blouse cradle.

You were paralyzed with love and fear, watching your goddess go to work.

And then it was over, her eyes locked onto your small form at her feet, only

coming to her knee. She smiled her special smile.

Amanda

stands over you, sexy, superior. "Thanks, Jake, I really like this power I have.

But I'm afraid you are the only challenge to that." She smiles down at you,

sadly, yet in anticipation. "Don't try to run," she coos, "it will only make it

worse." She rose to her full height, staring down at you over her breast,

clearly amused. You get one last look at her black hair, her brown eyes and

delicate features, supple breasts, flat, exposed stomach, long tan legs.... And

her foot, rising above you, exposing the rubbing sole, which now lowers.

You turn to run, escaping her foot as it crashes down behind you. "I told you

not to do that," she calls out to you, just as she pulls the trigger.

The beam hit you hard, pushing you to the ground and Amanda suddenly soared to

incredible height. You didn't even stand one tenth of the way up the thick sole

of her flip-flops, and as she rose her foot, it blocked out the sky.

The last thing you heard was her evil laugh as her rubber sole descended,

smashing you flat.

THE END.

 

The giant Perspective

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