Although i put a story in this, at least you can enjoy it.


Molly rode up to the front of her house and threw her bike down on the ground. School had been hell, yet again, and today it shouldn't have been. She sat down on the concrete steps of the big brick porch. Staring down at her old converse sneakers she sneered. They were falling apart, just like she felt her life was.

Her childhood had sucked, and it really shouldn't have. Being an only child of two very well off parents in Los Angeles should have been incredible. Yet for Molly, it was just hell. She was completely ignored by her family. They were entitled, young, and full of spite for her. She'd been an 'accident' and they never let her forget that.

Why were her shoes falling apart? Because no one cared. Today was Molly Redfield's 18th birthday and everyone had forgotten, again. Glaring at the ground she grit her teeth. She didn't want to cry. It just hurt so much. She lived in such a huge city, surrounded by rich classmates, and she couldn't even afford new shoes. Not even basic ones from a discount department store.

A tiny ant wandered up to the side of Molly's tattered sneaker and started making it's way around it. The ant constantly forgot the monolith was there and kept walking back into her shoe. Like it was bouncing along her sneaker, trying to find out where this enormous wall ended. She realized she'd been watching it for quite a bit when Molly absent mindedly raised her shoe over the ant.

She imagined for a moment what it would be like to do this to her parents. What if she was a giant? Towering over those losers who kept making her suffer. She could make them suffer. Just one quick step, and the ant was gone. Crushed beneath the gritty sole of this teens shoe. Molly ground the bug into the dirt. Sniffling, she smiled at the carnage as she moved her foot away. It made her feel better that something had suffered more than she was.

“If only,” Molly said to herself as she stepped back down on the ant and drug her foot back. Looking around at the palm trees across the street, she forgot about the ant's mangled remains underfoot. If only she could be so tall. To treat her parents the way she felt. Force them to pay attention to her. To respect her.

Today was her birthday, and she felt completely miserable.

Grabbing her bike, Molly hopped back on and rode off down the street. The last thing she wanted was to be home when her parents got in. Pedaling as fast as she could, she wove along the backstreets to a small neighborhood with various storefronts.

Mostly the shops were various souvenir vendors and home decor stores. Those didn't interest Molly. Instead she rode up to a rustic old pawn shop and locked her bike out front. It almost looked more like an antique shop with furniture in the front window, but inside was a different story.

Old guitars hung from the thick wood rafters, rows of glass cabinets had various trinkets, and prominent bins of records and CDs were spread about the middle of the store. A woman stood behind the counter. She had shoulder length gray hair, even though she looked too young for that shade. Through a small pair of spectacles she stared at Molly for a moment. Then after greeting her she went back to marking down some items on the counter into a book.


Wandering towards the back of the store, Molly started going through small wooden boxes of jewelry on top of a glass counter. She liked to come in and browse. Much of the treasures she found had been pawned off for dirt cheap. None of the jewelry looked cheap, but this was L.A. No one wanted some old discarded adornments. They wanted new, trendy pieces.

Everything was so beautiful. She looked down at her hands and sighed. Everyone had some kind of signature look. Something that said they came from money. Molly had on a pink tank top and a blue jean skirt. Hand me downs from her mother. Nothing about her said she belonged. She desperately wanted to be included in the West Coast life she enjoyed. Just to have anything that said she wasn't poor. Because truthfully, she wasn't.

With a sigh, Molly had to correct herself. Her family wasn't poor. She didn't have a dollar to her name. She'd been the delight of her parents for a decent number of years. But by the time she'd reached her teen years they didn't even give her an allowance anymore.

Clenching her fists Molly came back to herself. She told herself to just enjoy looking through the jewelry. That was when her eye caught a beautiful ruby ring. Digging into the box she pulled it from beneath a few gaudy necklace chains. Turning it over between her fingers, Molly marveled at the piece. It was so beautiful! Such a large ruby, but not big enough to be tacky, with a silver band with ornate Celtic markings on it.

She breathed in deeply and her heart swelled. She really wanted it. A small white tag was attached to it. This was going to be the real heart ache. She looked. It was just five dollars. A measly five dollars. For a moment she contemplated running home and grabbing anything from her room. Something to pawn off to make the ring hers. Yet she'd seen people get turned away in the store so many times. Or they'd bring in bags of CDs only to get a few bucks for them.

Molly closed her hand around the ring. Tucked into her soft palm, the ring was hidden away nicely. Turning back she saw the woman at the counter was still busy writing inventory in her book. She hadn't seen. All she had to do was march out of the store with the ring in her hand.

What was she doing? Molly didn't steal things. She felt betrayed by the world, but she didn't shoplift her rage out. But she was already halfway across the store. Her feet carrying her toward the door at a measured pace. She wanted the ring. Glancing nervously at the clerk, Molly tried her best to stay focused. Nothing was wrong. She wasn't stealing anything. She was just leaving the store.

The bell chimed as another customer walked in. Molly's heart leapt to her throat. Of course the woman at the counter looked up and greeted the newcomer. Then her eyes went wide as the lady who had just walked in went to talk to the employee. Perfect, a distraction. With confident strides Molly walked forward and shoved the door open. She'd done it. The ring was hers. Finally, a reward for all her struggles.

*****

Riding home had been a solemn event. The breeze was cool for such a regularly warm Autumn day. Molly hadn't tried the ring on. It was still clenched in her now sweaty hand, a couple fingers latched onto the her bikes handlebar to steer.

Pulling into the driveway, she saw her father's car. They were home. With a long sigh she pulled up to the side of the house and parked her bike. Shaking her head, Molly walked up the porch stairs and opened the screen door.

Her mother immediately walked out of the living room into the main hall. Not looking where she was going, she ran right into Molly. Her daughter, and all the papers she was carrying fell to the floor. Not offering Molly a hand, her mother scolded, “Watch where you're going Molly! I don't have time to deal with your clumsiness!”

Left sitting on the floor, Molly watched as her mother gathered the papers and walked off. She was a skinny woman. Wearing not much more than a frilly tee shirt and tight jeans. Her long blonde hair hung all the way down her back. So young, so stubborn, so hated. Looking down, Molly realized she'd been clenching the ring in her hand so tightly that it had left an imprint. She loosened her grip and stood up.

This was how it always was. She lived in their house, and she was in their way. Molly wasn't the daughter they wanted. She was a tenant that was tolerated. If you could call it that. Dusting herself off, Molly ran upstairs and shut her bedroom door.

Molly's bedroom hadn't changed much over the years. Much of it was pink and girly. She even had a dollhouse set up beside her desk. It had been a passion project of hers. Every time she'd gone out with her parents, she used her meager allowance to buy a new piece of furniture for it. White walls with a pink roof. Walking over to it she marveled at how small it felt.

The dollhouse barely came up to her knees. Someone living in it would be helpless to her whims. They wouldn't be able to pretend she didn't exist. They'd know very well that she did. Looking down at her shoes she remembered the ant outside. Her imagination wandered to a doll nearby. A father figure with brown felt hair and plain clothing. He was smaller than her foot.

Kicking her sneakers off and peeling off her old socks, Molly wiggled her toes against the floor. What could the doll do? He was so small. With a wicked grin Molly raised her foot and trapped the doll man beneath her sole. His plastic shoes grated against the hardwood floor. His rubber head squished so easily under her toes. If only her father was shrunk she could demand so much respect.

Sunlight glinted off the ruby in her hand and the teen glanced down to the ring. Right, she'd stolen something she deserved. A birthday present from the universe, since no one else would get her one. It was a stupid risk. After all, Molly enjoyed going to the pawn shop. All for a five dollar ring. Some dusty old piece that either someone had thrown away, or hoped to get some stupid fortune for. The price tag on it said it all. A worthless piece of costume jewelry.

Turning it over in her hand, she was struck by just how beautiful it was though. Sure, no one at school was going to think any better of her for wearing something so old. But it was bright and red. Surely it would stand out.

Sliding the ring on, Molly was surprised to see how well it fit. It looked so good on her left ring finger. Leaning her hand from side to side, it seemed to glimmer in the sunlight that sparkled through her bedroom window. So beautiful.

The floor beneath the captivated teen groaned loudly. At first she just glanced down at her feet and assumed it was the change in temperature for the day. That was until she realized that the doll underfoot felt different. Smaller in fact. By a good few inches. Wiggling her toes again, Molly stepped off of the doll. Sure enough, it was more like a smaller action figure now. But, how could that have happened?

She looked out the window and motioned to slide her boots off. Molly tilted her head, realizing that she was barefoot. Of course she was barefoot. She'd just taken her shoes and socks off. But why was the window frame so much lower? She felt like she was as tall as when she wore her boots.

Beneath the teen girl's feet, the floor groaned again, louder this time. Taking a step back, Molly realized the dollhouse didn't come up to her knees anymore. Turning to look into her cabinet mirror, only her nose and chin were visible below the top of the frame. Why the hell was everything so short?

Turning around she finally realized the awkward truth, she was growing! But, how? Why? Her eyes stared down at the ring in surprise. It couldn't be. She tried desperately to pull the ring off, but it had shrunk on her finger. No, her finger had grown. Thankfully it seemed to be getting bigger with her now. Like her finger had grown into a snug fit so she couldn't take it off, and then it decided to enlarge along with her.

Within the ruby was a swirling mass of glitter. Almost like a galaxy, viewed from so far away. It hadn't been there before now. The red glass of the ruby had been replaced by a cloudy spiral of stars and glowed intensely. Was it magic? There was no other way to explain what was happening to Molly's body.

Unable to stop the process, Molly looked down to her skirt. It was tightly formed around her thighs. Her tank top was already starting to tear at the seams. As she began to expand toward her ceiling, the sides of her jean skirt began to tear audibly. The fabric turned white and then started to shred thread by thread as her legs continued to bulge outward. It was a few tears at first, but eventually the sides burst on her skirt and the material was torn to pieces.

Her tank top held up a little better, until her chest began to swell. The hem of her shirt began to ride up her body, exposing her bare tummy. Within no time the shirt had become a crop top. But as her breasts expanded within the confines of the material, she could feel the stitches giving way across her shoulders. Before long her clothes had burst, leaving only a pink bikini she'd worn to school for their swimming class. Somehow, thankfully, that was expanding along with her growing body.

While in a nice neighborhood, the house was quite old. So much so that Molly was beginning to question if the floor could hold her weight for much longer. The floor was actually shuddering under her hands. Whatever support was holding up the second story, it wasn't able to take the strain much more. As Molly's rear end spread further across the floor she realized with growing dread that the whole house was about to come down. She was almost right.

*****

Molly's parents were standing in the kitchen, discussing what to do with their evening. They didn't have anything else planned, having completely forgotten about their daughter's birthday. Her mother, Kate, was a brunette in a very plain white tee and slacks. Will on the other hand was a blonde like his daughter, dressed in a polo shirt and white jeans.

“I don't see why we shouldn't go to the club. After all, Molly is home from school now. I certainly don't want her crashing our plans,” Will began as the creaking from upstairs got louder.

With a flustered glance, Kate looked up at the ceiling, “Molly? Molly! Stop that racket! If you're scratching up your bedroom floor moving furniture again, we'll have to have a talk!”

The ceiling exploded and one of Molly's enormous bare feet barely missed knocking her mother over as it plowed through the side wall. It took a moment for the dust to settle, but Molly's growing body had devastated the inside of the house. Most of the roof had even slid inward, leaving the framework behind with sunlight streaming in. The only thing relatively untouched was the kitchen floor. It seemed Molly's feet had obliterated the ceiling there, leaving her parents in a precarious arena.

“Molly? What in the world are you doing?” Came her mother's startled outcry.

Shaking bits of drywall and debris from her shoulders and arms, Molly looked down in disbelief. “What am I doing? I grow into a giant and destroy most of the house, and you ask what I'm doing?” It was true. Besides for the weak walls holding up the outside of the structure, the house was basically gutted.

“Molly Redfield! Don't you talk to your mother like that!” Will burst out as he took a step forward.

A wicked smile played across Molly's face. She thought back to playing roughly with the dolls in her dollhouse. The toy itself was her pride and joy. The dolls she collected for it were her captives. A helpless little family that she kept locked away in her room. Even at times, she'd come home and not notice one had fallen to the floor. As she remembered stepping on those dolls by accident, she wiggled her toes eagerly. The piles of debris her feet sat in fell away with the clatter of lumber. Her parents could be her unwanted dolls now.

“I don't think you understand. You can't talk to me like that anymore father,” Molly said with a wicked smile. Before Will could react, she reached down and grabbed him around his waist. Her father was almost completely wrapped up in his gigantic daughter's fist.

Pressing her thumb to his chest, she looked at her mighty digit. It felt like she could cave in his chest if she applied enough pressure. With just the right flick, she could tear his head off like flipping a coin. Her father's life was in her hands, literally.

Opening her palm, Molly picked up her father by his left arm and watched him dangle before her face. He was helpless. Just like one of her dolls, but oh so alive. The two people that had made her feel completely forgotten and alone now had to choice but to notice her.

She closed her fist around her dad again and glared down at Kate. “I'm a big giant now mother! Do you know what giants do with little people?”

Taking a step back, Kate was clearly thinking of every horrible thing possible. Including the terrifying aspect of her own daughter eating her alive. Staring up at the young girl's wicked grin, her mother shivered at those very expensive teeth she'd paid to have fixed. After all, Molly had just had her braces removed in recent months. Surely, they wouldn't be the death of her mother. Would they?

That was when Kate noticed Molly adjusting her enormous bare feet. Instead of being buried in the destroyed rubble of their house, she was pointing her soles at each other menacingly. The soft, wrinkled skin of either foot was covered in dust. Wiggling her toes cleared away a decent amount of that though

“What would you do, if I just crushed you?” Molly stared down at her mother with such cruel intent in her eyes. “Know what that would be like? Me, treating you like a bug. Just a small pest that I could ignore the pain of. Exactly how you've treated me all these years!”

Kate took another step back. Moments ago, she'd just seen the giant in her kitchen as her daughter. Now with this gigantic being making vague threats at her, she was getting quite nervous. “Now you don't talk to me like that Molly. I'm your mother!”

“My mother? Since when have you ever acted like a mother!” She turned her father towards her face, still clenched in her hand, “Do you even realize today is my birthday?”

A look of dread came across Will's face. Had they really forgotten her birthday again? He realized he didn't even know how old she was. Honestly, Molly felt more like a tenant than their daughter anyway. They didn't really spend any time together.

Hearing a scream behind him, her father struggled to turn around. Trapped between their daughter's massive feet was Kate. Her mother fought against the soft pads of their bratty teen girl's feet, but there was no escape. Though her soles were soft, they were thick. No amount of pushing was getting the walls of flesh away. Kate was trapped there, between the soles of their ignored kid.

“Please Kate. Ugh, do you even ever wash your feet. They smell terrible!” her mother blurted out, trying desperately to turn her head away, offended. Her daughter's feet did stink after all.

Glowering at her mother, Molly squeezed oh so gently. “Oh, my feet smell bad? That couldn't be because I've been wearing the same old sneakers for forever, could it? I suppose you didn't know that because you don't care about me!”

To the credit of just how horrible they were, neither parent defended themselves. They really didn't care. Sure, they didn't want to anger Molly, but they weren't about to lie to her just to save themselves.

“Molly, you let your mother go this instant!” Will said, turning back to his enormous daughter.

With a frown, Molly narrowed her eyes and squeezed her feet together. The soft, stinky flesh pressed in on her mother and something snapped. Kate gave a soft gasp of pain as their daughter broke a bone as easily as pressing inward with her soles.

Their daughter tilted her head and smiled, “I really could break you. Just like a worthless doll.” Molly rubbed her feet back and forth, rolling her mother between her damp, rubbery soles.

The pain encouraged Kate to change her mind, “Please, Molly. We can discuss this.”

Laughing loudly, Molly almost fell over and took out the front wall of the house. “Oh now you want to talk? After everything we've struggled through now you want to discuss things. Well mother, I think this is only the start of your pain.”

Pressing her feet inward again, Molly watched as her mother squirmed. She wanted to hear her scream. She wanted that primal terror to come from her caregiver. What a joke of a term. These two barely even acknowledged her existence, let alone care for her well being. Now, she could show them what that horror is like. Feeling so worthless. Crushed between the feet of her own daughter.

Molly leaned forward and flicked her mother in the face with the index finger of her free hand. It didn't take long before the side of Kate's face became a horrible bruise. “See that? With just a motion of my finger I can create such devastation in your life now. Maybe now I can live up to the torment you act like I cause!”

“Molly, don't hit your mother!” Will scolded. Smiling down at the small adult in her hand, Molly squeezed her fist tightly. She felt a few small pops as a few of her dad's ribs snapped. He screamed out in pain and was dropped to the floor from a good six feet up. He hit hard, not even trying to stand back up.

Sitting up, their giant daughter looked down like a goddess upon them. “I think you two are starting to understand. You've made me feel horribly out of place. Now, I really am! But I'm too big to ignore now. I'm going to make you suffer the way you made me. It always hurt inside when you acted like I didn't belong. When you forgot about me. Now, mother, scream for me.”

Squeezing her feet together, this time Molly wasn't playing around. Her mother's shoulders shifted as she was compressed between her daughter's massive soles. Bones ground together that shouldn't touch as Molly moved her feet back and forth. As the pressure increased and the uncomfortable grinding became clacking and breaking, her mother did scream.

Those screams were quickly cut short as Molly brought her deadly soles together. For a brief moment the soft flesh of her feet consumed her mother, and then the tiny woman was squashed to death. The sound was sickening as she was crunched between her daughter's soles.

Will was mortified. At first he just stared, not willing to believe what he just saw. The huge bare feet before him held his wife's crushed remains. But until Molly parted her feet, he could pretend that didn't happen. Until then she was just between there. Squirming, struggling for life, begging, and ready to gasp for air. Instead, Molly's feet parted to a gooey mess and what was left of her mother fell to the kitchen floor among the debris.

He wanted to run forward, he wanted to scold the giantess in front of him, but he couldn't. He couldn't move at all as Molly's giant hand reached down to grab him. All he could do was rest limply in her grasp as she raised her father up to her face.

“You didn't think I'd just punish you, did you? You've always let me down father. Now, I'm going to show you my appreciation for a lifetime of mistreatment,” Molly said with a smile.

Her father finally reacted as the massive daughter opened her mouth wide. The looming cave of tongue and teeth was enough to spur him into action. As much as he fought to escape her fist though, there was no use. Molly brought him forward. Was this it? Would she really just bite down on him like a piece of jerky?

Molly moved her father to one side of her mouth and placed his head between her molars. Gently she bit down and squeezed his skull between her teeth. The pressure was unbearable and caused him to see stars as she bit harder. He tried to scream but could barely find his voice. Just as he felt his head about to burst, Molly threw him to the floor.

It took him a moment to gather himself. His ribs ached and he could feel them straining back to their original position. Turning over he found himself staring up at his daughter's blood stained sole. Her right foot was posed in front of him, he smiling face just beyond that. She didn't have to explain herself. Molly saw him as dirt. Something to be ground beneath her foot. A bug to be crushed. She'd wanted to crush his head between her teeth, but it felt merciful. Far too quick.

Wiggling her toes, Molly dropped her heavy foot down upon the screaming man. He tried with all his might to push her sole off of him, but it was no use. It was so exhausting, and yet, she wasn't even using all of her effort. After all, that would just kill him. Instead she wanted to feel his pathetic struggles as his hands pressed into her sole.

“Yes father, fight it off. Death is coming for you and soon you'll join mother. Maybe I'd feel something if either of you showed me compassion. I don't even see you as my parents. You're strangers to me. Roommates I lived with and hated,” she pressed down and felt his ribs compressing again. Her father gasped in pain as his own daughter disowned him.

He fought to finally speak up, “We never meant to. We were just too focused on ourselves,” finally some truth.

“That may be true father. But I'm focused on myself now. I'm all grown up. It's time to leave childish things behind from my past,” with that she pressed her foot to the floor. His screams were immediate as her foot pushed him flat on his back. They were muffled shortly after as Molly's thick sole pressed in around his body. Then, he was crushed. The ball of her foot made his head explode under her soft sole. She wiggled her toes again, content that she'd exacted her revenge.

Trying to catch her breath in the silence of her destroyed kitchen, Molly started to realize something was off. Already her father's remains were under the arch of the foot. But she hadn't moved. In truth, she had however since to her surprise she was still growing! The room around her, or what was left of it, was just being shoved out into the street. The front of the house was slowly being bulldozed by Molly's expanding rear end. The living room and dining room being destroyed under her ass.

Slowly standing up, Molly looked at the destruction around her feet. Nothing was left that really resembled a house. Even her parents were just vague smears now. At some point she must have carelessly stepped on her mother again. She was just a red mark on the twisted kitchen tile now.

She wasn't ignored anymore. People were looking out of their houses in sheer amazement. Looking up at Molly's towering form in her pink bikini. Her stunning body looming over the neighborhood. Something stirred in her though. She felt like she wasn't just above everyone else, but that they were actually beneath her now. Not literally, but in an actual comparable sense. She was better than everyone. A gigantic woman that was in control of her life now. They were small, silly things. They weren't people anymore.

With one purposeful step forward, Molly crushed the house next door. She didn't do it because she hated the people. Instead, she wanted everyone to know that she was a cruel giantess. There wouldn't be any doubt now. She hadn't just accidentally grown and burst out of her house. She wasn't a sweet innocent girl who had become big. No, Molly was in control and was enjoying her body growing more and more.

Turning to look down the street she saw a group of people gathering outside. They stared up her long beautiful legs, to her perfect butt, arching back, and her intense eyes. The giantess was staring right down at them. “Run,” Molly playfully teased, and they did.

As her size increased, her footsteps went from pounding the road to actually cracking it. There was no hope of course. She just waited for each person to fall, and she'd pick off those stragglers. Each time Molly would raise her bare foot up over the next victim, wiggle her toes, and then step down upon her latest catch.

Eventually she'd grown big enough to be outgrowing that though. They begged and pleaded, but Molly was at the point of taking out groups of them with just one step. Cars were small enough to be carelessly crushed beneath one foot or the other. Houses weren't an effort to destroy anymore. They were just weak, flimsy constructs that collapsed beneath her expanding soles. The last thing anyone saw was the dirty feet of this gigantic teen, speckled in the blood of her victims, before she claimed their lives.

Houses were soon taken out in one footstep. Not just one, but a few with each stomp. It was a stomp each time they were destroyed too. Molly wasn't just walking forward anymore. She would raise her foot, wait eagerly, and plunge it down to obliterated the homes under the dark shadow of her sole.

Molly continued to walk forward into the city. Looking for bigger and bigger buildings to destroy with her expanding feet. People were like ants to her at this point. Just scrambling bugs that she could barely notice in the chaos below. Many were turned into spots that speckled her winkled soles. It just didn't take any effort anymore. Entire neighborhoods were nearly consumed by each step at this point.

Looking back, the giant teen saw that she was creating a pretty straight path through the streets. A diagonal swath of destruction that ran from her house towards the towering skyscrapers downtown. Yet all those houses out of her way were safe and sound. Like a wild tornado that left survivors in it's wake. She didn't like that. Instead Molly let herself go. She just raised her arms up above her head and stuck her butt out.

To those below, the curvy booty of this bikini beauty arched out above their homes. The shadow cast by this enormous girl was suddenly becoming smaller as she fell backwards. Molly let herself drop down onto the houses, crushing people, cars, and homes under her now massive ass. Anyone not immediately smashed was trapped beneath the soft, round mound of her beautiful bottom. That was until she raised her legs and let all of her weight transfer to her bum. Then the soft cushion that had landed on them just flattened out and busted the road around her to pieces.

Bouncing around a bit, other houses were taken out by the massive girl's bum. Laughing and kicking her feet into other minuscule structures, Molly stood back up. “This is so much fun! You hear that little people! I'm tired of being walked on, so now all of you will see what it's like. Literally!” Another roar of laughter came from the horrible girl.

Everyone was so confused. There was no real way to escape her. If anything, they were at the mercy of Molly's whims. She would casually just decide where to place her foot and crush them. But at the same time she was so sweet looking, so innocent, just an average teenage girl. That was until the giant monsters sole covered their sky and the true horror of the situation took over. She wasn't a sweet girl, she was a horrible monster and they were bugs at her feet.

By the time Molly reached the skyscrapers downtown they were ridiculously small. If anything they'd fit between her toes. That's just what she did with them too. Moving her feet forward she slid a few of the bigger buildings between each toe. Then with as much caution as she could muster, she closed her toes in and made the towering buildings burst like they were made of sand. Each structure crumbled and was smashed between her toes as she closed them.

All the while her growing body was expanding futher. Buildings were forced beneath the pad of her foot as it continued to scale outward. Her laughter just kept coming. The whole situation was just hilarious. No one really respected her, but now, she was their whole world. Everyone knew Molly now. She was the impossible titaness that was obliterating the city below.

Standing to her full height, Molly marveled at the clouds that were below her. Just how tall had she grown? She wasn't even sure. Everything was just a bunch of toys to her now. Skyscrapers weren't even as big as building blocks. Looking back, the neighborhood was nothing anymore. She just walked back and trod the remaining rows of houses beneath her soles. She wasn't even stomping anymore. Just casual footsteps that claimed so many lives.

It took a moment, but it dawned on Molly that her growth must have been amplified by such a ridiculous speed. At her current height, growing any more shouldn't be noticeable. But it was. She could feel it stretching from her fingers down to her toes. Everything was getting bigger at the same speed, but her muscles were tingling with the sensation. Like they were eagerly taking in all the size they could get.

She paused, looking across the fields before her. Everything just looked like the country suddenly. Vast swaths of farmland lay like patchwork across the ground below. Slowly, she felt her body beginning to settle. For a moment she wondered why, but it was obvious. She wanted to be noticed, and now she was. Everyone would respect her now since she was now their Queen. A towering Goddess who could literally stamp them out of existence. Carelessly stepped upon without notice beneath the feet of a bikini clad Giantess.

Looking down and smiling, Molly saw that the patchwork below was actually still the city. It was hard to see but the grid work of streets stood out to her. Turning around again she looked back over her shoulder, arching her back like a supermodel. “All of you are beneath me now. The rest will learn to respect me. You, however, shall die beneath the wonderful butt of a carefree teen Goddess! With that she sat down and flattened the entire city under her ass. Anyone who was still alive was crushed beneath Molly's butt.

Squirming and rocking her bum from side to side, Molly made sure to grind the helpless thousands under her into the dirt. She gave a content and echoing laugh that went from a small giggle, to a fit of laughter. She was able to do anything she wanted to the world now and no one could stop her. Molly delighted in the idea of walking along with a sultry stride across the country, finding more cities to sit upon. Holding her hips and eagerly swaying her butt over their helpless existence before sitting down on their tiny lives.

That was the day Molly Redfield went from being a girl who felt forgotten by the world, to a looming Goddess that no one would ever forget.