This choice: Collect snacks, football, frisbee, etc from home and spend a fun day here • Go Back...Chapter #5Collect snacks, football, frisbee, etc from hom... by: Relate   It's decided. Eric and Jake will go to their houses and get everything you need: frisbees, balls, food. You, having nothing to bring, will simply wait in this tiny world. The two of them trample across the cityscape to exit in the same location you entered: on the ground they find the crystal. Eric picks it up and with both touching it, they teleport away. After they leave, you survey the ground triumphantly. Even as you stand here right now, you are aware that several hundred humans are being flattened beneath the crushing weight of your two feet. The idea that your body is probably more massive than all of these little people put together only reinforces that sense of superiority. You feel like relaxing until Jake and Eric get back, so you kick your shoes off, smirking as they go reeling over a couple city blocks and landing on their sides, the mouths wide open for all the people to enjoy the smell of your foot odor. Then, you sit down -- right there on top of the active cityscape. You can feel the crunch of buildings underneath your buttocks as these people are literally flattened to death under one of the more unflattering portions of your huge body. You finish by stretching your legs out in front of you, your toes pointed up into the air and taller than any skyscraper here. You hold yourself up by pushing your hands down on the surface of the ground behind you, supporting your torso so you can lean back a little on your arms. Your sprawling fingers and palms press down across roads, intersections, and whole city blocks. You can't help but enjoy thinking about how many people are suffocating under your body right now.
It doesn't take long before most of the cars vacate your vicinity. Just for fun, you collect a few of the stragglers. You get a hold of about a dozen tiny cars and drop them onto your lap, where they are immobilized in the dense and hilly fabric of your shorts over your crotch. The movements of the cars and the people who get out but find themselves unable to climb the fabric begins to tingle your penis a little, and you feel yourself getting hard. You watch with boyish glee as the fabric beneath the people raises ever so slowly... until a couple cars start to roll off the side of your shorts onto the ground below. Entire groups of people struggle to maintain balance over the mountainous bulge your penis is causing. Feeling cruel for no reason, you flick one of the cars off the top of the bulge and laugh as it goes sailing back down.
You pick another car up and empty the people out into your palm. It looks like a family, you notice when you raise them to your eye level and watch the mother, father, two little kids and a teenager your age squirm about the vast fleshy surface of your hand. Curiously, you hold them up to your right ear in order to let them climb into your lobe. You tilt your palm slightly to encourage them to venture over the gap between your hand and a ridge in your ear, so they can speak. You can feel them crossing over and you are also tempted to scratch. You prematurely draw your hand away as a reflex and feel a little tingle along the side of your ear... as you realize that one of them fell off due to the movement of your hand. Inside your ear lobe, you can hear a man, the father, screaming out for the child you apparently dropped. "Uh...oops," you say nonchalantly, followed by a "heh, sorry." Suddenly you feel a more intense itching inside of your ear as you hear the mother screaming something about you being a bully. You realize that she is pounding and scratching on the thick skin inside your ear. "Hey, cut that out or I'll give you more to cry about than your bratty kid" you command sternly. "Keep it up and I'll stick my pinky finger so far in that you'll have to be scraped out of my ear wax a month from now." Immediately, the annoying itch stops. "Good."
A moment later, the man speaks up: "Why are you doing this?" you hear him shout, more as a statement than as a question. You assume he knows you are being cruel for the pure enjoyment.
"Because it's fun and I can, why else?" you reply smugly. "I can't help that your species evolved to be such puny little runts."
"Just because you are bigger doesn't mean you are better than others" he replies, somewhat childishly in your opinion.
"Hahah, tell that to the people stuck to the soles of my giant, stinking feet, little guy."
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