Short Story: Hands & Knees (Patreon)

Cindy June stood tall, her short blue hair framing her face as she confidently wore a black bikini. Today was her day—she knew it would be the greatest of her life. She was the tallest, most powerful person in the world, towering over everything. Even the tallest buildings couldn't reach the height of her fingers.

Cindy didn't bother standing to her full height. Instead, she crawled along the tiny landscape, grinning as she felt the small cracks and crunches under her knees and hands. The destruction she was causing with even the slightest movement brought a wicked smile to her face.

Down below, the little people in their tiny cities watched in terror as her enormous body filled their entire sky. They screamed and cried out, powerless as her giant hands blocked out the sun, and her cracked knees crashed down toward them.

The tiny inhabitants couldn't tear their eyes away from the terrifying sight above. Cindy's presence consumed the sky, her figure blotting out the sun and casting a shadow over their entire world. To them, her skin was a vast landscape, each crease a canyon too deep to comprehend. Her body wasn't just something to fear—it was a living, breathing terrain that seemed endless.

Her breasts, larger than any mountain range they had ever known, hung like twin moons in the sky. Each subtle movement caused them to sway, and when they jiggled, the ground beneath their feet trembled as if gripped by an unending earthquake. Entire cities shuddered and crumbled, skyscrapers collapsing under the pressure of the quakes, while waves crashed violently against shores, all caused by the simple motion of her body.

And then there was her voice. It rolled across the planet like a storm, booming and echoing in every direction. The force of it was enough to rupture eardrums, making people scream and clutch their heads in agony. But the worst part wasn't just the sound—it was the knowledge that she found this amusing. Her laughter wasn't just noise; it was a reminder of how insignificant they were. She didn't care about the lives crushed under her hands or the cities flattened by her knees. To her, it was all just part of a game, a fleeting moment of entertainment.

For those below, there was no escape. They were trapped in a nightmare, forced to witness the unstoppable force of a girl who saw them as nothing more than toys, playthings to be broken and discarded on a whim. The fear was overwhelming, a constant suffocating presence that settled in their chests, knowing that their world was at the mercy of a girl who saw herself so much above them all.

Even though Cindy had headphones on, she barely noticed the music playing in her ears. The beats that normally would've held her attention were nothing compared to the thrill of watching the tiny world beneath her crumble. With a mischievous smile, she focused on the next city in her path.

"Oh, how cute," she murmured as she crawled closer, her breath washing over the land with such force that it flattened everything in its wake. Entire sections of the landscape were blown away, trees uprooted, and buildings torn from their foundations. Without realizing it, her swaying breasts brushed against the ground, their sheer size and weight obliterating a small town with nothing more than a casual touch.

"Hm?" she muttered, pausing as something caught her eye. A flicker of movement near her face made her squint. As she looked closer, she noticed tiny dots darting about, like little gnats. "Wait a minute," she said, her eyes widening with excitement, "those aren't gnats, those are planes."

The realization brought a grin to her face, and she let out a giggle, completely unaware of the destruction her breath was causing. The simple exhale from her laughter was enough to send the planes spiraling out of control, some of them disintegrating in midair as they were caught in the hurricane-like force.

"Oops," she said, putting her hand over her mouth in mock surprise. "You little things are fragile, aren't you?" she added with a devious look, enjoying how helpless they were against her.

A playful glint appeared in her eyes as she leaned forward slightly, her massive breasts hanging low. "Well then, come to mama," she purred, shaking her chest with just enough force to send another ripple of destruction through the air. The planes struggled to maintain their course, some being swept up in the chaotic winds created by her movements, while others were simply crushed by the overwhelming force of her body. To Cindy, it was all just harmless fun, but for the people below, it was a nightmare beyond comprehension.