Puck gaze swoops over Lima's doll-like neighbourhoods. As he steps, he can feel the earth compress under his feet, leaving deep marks all over McKinley's grassy lawn. "Man, this feels so... so... right." He says to himself. "I'm SO big. I can do anything I want. Anything. There's no such thing as authority any more. I'm like a god to these bugs."
He treads around the school, into the football field where the team is practing. His feet crumple plastic seats, destroying a huge chunk of the bleachers. In the front couple of rows, girlfriends of the players squeal and run for their lives. The team stop in their tracks, dropping the ball and simply staring.
"Hey, Rick. How's it hangin'." Puck says, gloating a little over the fact that his cock is bigger than Rick, the school bully and his own personal rival.
Rick moves his lips but it's hard to tell if he's actually speaking. The only thing Puck can hear is the crashing of the beams falling under his feet as he steps through the bleachers and marches onto the field.
Some of the players run, a brave few stand close at Rick's side, but Rick himself doesn't move. He stands stock still as if petrified, with a wet patch spreading over his crotch.
Grass and dirt fly off the ground at Puck's heels with every step. As his mighty shadow overtakes Rick, the group of tiny men standing at his side finally disperse, running for their lives. Still Rick stands there with his head tilted all the way back, presumably regretting every shove, every sneer, every wrong word he ever sent Puck's way.
Puck says nothing. All he does is smirk, lift his hand and flash a courteous little 'bye-bye' wave before he drops his foot flat onto the little man.
He can feel bones crunching like leaves against his tough sole, and he imagines that he just might hear a shrill wheeze of agony issuing from under his foot as the little piece of scum is exterminated forever, simply because Puck wanted it to be so and at this size Puck's desires are law.
"Damn," The giant says, looking down. His dick is now resting solidly against his abs, hard a rock.
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