Giantess Shrine

Anomus: Passing Through
Scott Grildrig
26-Dec-2007

Disclaimer: This is a cautionary tale…sorta…

“Boom. Boom. Boom.”
His attention was on the traffic light. He didn’t glance around until he felt his car begin to sway. Others were doing the same, fiddling with their rearview mirrors, turning this way and that, trying to identify the cause of the rhythmic noise.

“Boom. Boom. Boom.”
He frowned and rolled down his window. The sound was deep, powerful, and echoes between the buildings made it hard to locate. He finally decided it was coming from behind, so he unhooked his seatbelt and twisted around.

“BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.”
He gasped as a giantess, hundreds of feet in height, sporting a purple one-piece suit leapt over the line of buildings three blocks back. Her lips were spread in a playful grin. Her shoulder length red hair bobbed and bounced as she skipped down the street. Her left hand was outstretched, and she smiled and giggled at someone unseen in that direction. The road crunched and broke under her bare toes. Cars squealed their tires and lurched up onto the sidewalks to clear her path.

Spinning back around he slammed his foot on the gas, his car jerked and stalled. She was one step away, the car, which rocked heavily from the quaking impact. He fumbled for the door, his fingers slipping on the latch. She took her next step, her shadow casting long and dark over the tiny blue car. Her huge bare foot came down; landing next to it, dwarfing it, the road buckled and heaved, bouncing the tiny vehicle around like a thrown dice.

He shook his head, the dust settling, his heart slamming in his chest, and he watched, stunned, as she skipped on deeper into the city.

* * * * *

Jazzie laughed and she danced down the street, her fingers squeezing Nami’s hand, who bounced along beside her down an adjacent road. They both wore brand new suits, hers was purple, and on their way down to the ocean for a day of fun in the sun. The sprawling city lay between them and their destination, which was the only reason they entered it. When you’re big enough to rest your chin on most skyscrapers you can pick your own path, so why go around?

Nami wore a red suit, identical in style to Jazzie’s, her long red hair flowing behind her as together they sped past the buildings, playing impromptu games of hopscotch with the frantically scooting cars, heedless of the turmoil and chaos they caused.

And so they might have continued, strolling gigantically through the city and thence to the sea, if not for one little impediment…

* * * * *

He stared at his coffee cup, pointedly ignoring the business meeting, pointedly ignoring the magnificent view of the city from forty-five stories up. The coffee rippled to a distant tempo, the little circles bounding and rebounding off the sides of the cup. Darkness washed through the room, occluding the brightness of the day. That caught his attention, he looked up and gasped, the hissing sound bringing the meeting to a stop. All eyes looked to him, and continued on, following his gaze, until they were looking out the windows.

* * * * *

Jazzie pursed her lips. The skyscraper was too tall for her and Nami to swing their hands over it. Nami started to loosen her fingers, but Jazzie wasn’t having any of that, she grinned and took another step forward, pressing her warm body against the cool side of the building, and reaching around with her right hand. Nami laughed and did the same, her left hand feeling blinding around until finding Jazzie’s hand. But when she had it Jazzie didn’t let go with her left hand, leaving them hugging the towering edifice between them. Nami tipped her head to the side to glance at Jazzie, but Jazzie laughed and swung her head to the other side. So Nami looked that way, and Jazzie giggled and switched back again.

With her lips curled in a smirk, Nami leaned back, pulling Jazzie up tightly against the side of the skyscraper, and she rolled her shoulders, pulling first on Jazzie’s right hand, then on her left, causing her friend to rub and grind against the office building. Jazzie’s heavy breasts pressed tightly against the glass, smashing and shattering it over the course of three stories. She wriggled and leaned backed, looking down at the tiny people, grinning as they stumbled back from the blue gleam of her lovely eyes. With a laugh she leaned further and tugged back, pulling Nami against the building, making it tremble from its foundations to its lofty rooftop. Nami yelped as she was vigorously rubbed in turn against the lofty skyscraper.

When Jazzie released Nami’s hands she stumbled back, and then stepped forward, glancing to the right. Jazzie laughed and slid the other way, keeping the building between them. Nami feinted in the other direction, paused, and skipped around the building, but she was too slow. Jazzie leapt spryly over a low row of buildings to stay ahead of her, and suddenly it turned into a game of tag, Jazzie and Nami chasing each other round and round the skyscraper. Their frolicking fun made the tiny cars and trucks skitter and bounce under the force of their footfalls. Tiny pedestrians clung to anything they could find if they wanted to remain upright. Bits and pieces of the skyscraper rained down onto the streets as the two mega giantesses carelessly bumped into it.

And then it happened. Jazzie was holding the building with both hands, peering this way and that, ready to jump in any direction, when a miniscule Hummer beeped rudely at her right foot, which blocked its route of escape. In all the chaos of horns and tiny people screaming, one more horn should have meant nothing, but it was an especially loud and jarringly annoying horn. And the irritated little driver actually had the gall to bump his gas guzzling vehicle against her bare toes.

Jazzie glanced down and did a double-take, a stern look on her pretty face as she bent her colossal body, her fingers spread, closing them around the little Hummer, grasping it and lifting it from the road, its wheels spinning uselessly in the air, its horn tootling wildly under the frantic pounding of its driver.

Nami peeked around the skyscraper, a questioning look on her face, until she spotted the Hummer in the palm of Jazzie’s hand. She pursed her lips, knowing her friend’s dislike of such environmentally destructive machines.

Jazzie lifted it up to the level of her now cold and angry blue eyes, and she tapped on the little SUV. The driver sounded the horn again, which was definitely the wrong thing to do, as Jazzie pressed her fingernail through the driver’s side window, pinching the door, ripping it from its hinges like tearing off a piece of tinfoil. She tipped the Hummer to the side and began to shake it, ignoring the frightened and angry screams of the driver, shaking it relentlessly until he tumbled helplessly into the palm of her hand.

She lifted him and his car, and made sure he watched as she slowly curled her gigantic fingers around the Hummer, enfolding it in her fist and squeezing. The tortured metal screeched and the glass broke and shattered. The driver could only stare as she squeezed tighter and tighter, crushing the Hummer, working her fingers around it, reducing it to a mangled ball of metal. Then she set him and his now environmentally friendly vehicle down on a convenient rooftop.

At that moment Nami snuck up and tickled Jazzie, eliciting a yelp from her, making her jump. Jazzie spun around, the tiny man and his Hummer forgotten. Nami stepped over the rows of buildings, the large skyscraper behind them now, and she offered her hand. Jazzie grinned and took it, and both giantesses resumed their skipping progress down to the ocean, giggling and laughing in anticipation of playing in the warm waters, leaving bare footprints in the city streets as clear as deep as if it were moist beach sand.

…end…