Lorilei
by Lorilei
She gets big. She gets mad. She gets even.
Update: 15/10/1997 to giantess

     I was all ready for court today, and had narrowed down my
choices for what to wear between a navy dress and a business-type
suit, also navy.  I did this all the time.  I'd buy a pair of shoes
for an outfit, and find they go with other outfits.  I was late and
I needed to get moving, so I needed to decide.  I threw the dress
back in the closet and put the slacks and jacket on.  After all, it
was just traffic court, not a formal dinner.
      I almost ran down the stairs from my apartment, I was making
a racket, and running too fast in heels.  I almost tripped and fell
on a rock.  I caught myself on the stair rail, regained my
composure, and went to my car.  I don't know what I was so uptight
about.  It was just traffic court.  70 in a 55, that's not THAT
bad.
      I think possibly seeing that cop again is what had me all
wound up.  What an ass!  I just can't stand the officer that's all
hung up on his power, being Mr. hard-ass cop.  Just thinking about
him was getting me riled up, too.
      I climbed into my car, tapped the gas pedal, turned the key,
and NOTHING.  NOTHING???!!!  My car had been acting up for about a
week now, but it was still running.  I guess it just couldn't hold
on any longer.  I just spent $500 on it less than a month ago, too. 
I was furious, now.  I started to cross the street and go back to
my apartment to call Jeff to come get me, when I remembered he had
to go into work early.
      Could today get any worse?  I stood in the middle of the
street, just fuming.  I closed my eyes, and pictured a calm lake
and a clear blue sky.  It always worked to calm me down.  I thought
about just walking to the courthouse, but that would take, what, an
hour?  It would be so much simpler if it was only a block away!  I
decided to just pay the ticket, and chalk it up to a bad day that
could only get worse, which means I might as well go back inside,
change into something comfortable, and enjoy the rest of the day. 
Then I opened my eyes....
      I looked around and the world had vanished!  There was nothing
around but a cloudy sky, then I looked down.  The world hadn't
vanished, it had just become smaller.  I looked at my feet, and my
shoes towered over the cars in the parking lot.  My heel alone was
big enough to demolish my crummy car.  I saw ants scurrying from 
the buildings to get a look at me, but I knew they were people.  I
stood perfectly still, so as not to crush anyone or anything, and
soon a small crowd, maybe 8 or 10 people, gathered at my feet.  I
was thankful I had chosen the slacks after all, the thought of
people looking up my dress bothered me. 
      I knelt down to speak and everyone ran away, borderline
hysterical, I'm sure.  I looked at my feet, my shoes had sunk into
the pavement.  Luckily I was standing heel-to-toe, so I hadn't done
anything but ruined the road.  Standing back up, I decided that it
would be best if I moved to a less populated area.  I looked around
for places to step, which were suprisingly few and far between.  My
shoe was as long as three cars, parked end-to-end, and about twice
as wide.  I placed my foot in the middle of the parking lot, and
stepped over the main office and into another lot when I felt
something give beneath my shoe.  I raised my foot and saw that I
had accidently stepped on the mail truck.  Fortunately, the mailman
was inside dropping things off.  I apologized when he came out, and
he just gave me a blank stare and waved. 
      I could see people here and there, it WAS early in the
morning, after all, but I had to get away from them.  I was much
too dangerous to be in public.  Sooner or later I was going to kill
somebody.  I quickly made my way to the golf course nearby, and sat
down.  It only took four steps, I was so huge!  Most trees didn't
come past my ankles. 
        I had to get back to normal, though.  I couldn't live like
this!  I closed my eyes, and, after much concentration, I shrunk
myself back to 5'5".  I slowly made my way back home, avoiding the
crowds. 
       Thankfully I had just moved into my apartment a week ago, and
nobody knew me yet.  I normally don't dress up like this all that
often, and I was about to get my hair cut short, so I wasn't overly
worried about being recognized, but that was really the last thing
I should be thinking about.  I didn't know what was going on.  I
had no explanation for how I was able to grow as I did.  I was just
thinking about the courthouse being a block away, and, to be
honest, at that size it was. 
       I called Jeff at work and told him about my car.  He said
he'd take care of it.  I was mulling over this all day, it seemed,
when suddenly the phone rang.  It was Jeff again.  He had my car
towed to a garage and it would be ready in an hour, BUT he couldn't
take me to it just yet.  I told him I'd take care of it, and hung
up.  I was rather rude to him, but my mind was elsewhere. 
        Before I knew it, it was almost 9, and pitch black dark
outside.  I spent almost the entire day going over what happened in
my mind, trying to think of what gave me the ability to grow and
then later shrink as I did, but I couldn't think of a thing. 
       I slid on some jeans and a pair of loafers, just because they
were handy.  I called a cab and had him drop me off at the garage. 
It wasn't in the nicest part of town at all, but it was no big
deal.  I'd just get in and leave. 
        As I was getting in my car, someone grabbed my shirt and
spun me around.  It was a black man, probably 6'6".  I looked
behind him and there were a group of guys with him.  I was in big
trouble now, and more than likely, I was going to get hurt. 
       I broke free from him and ran away, ripping my shirt in the
process.  I heard him yelling something about having nowhere to
run, and I realized he was right.  I started thinking about how if
I was a giant again, he'd be the one running.  I kept concentrating
on the image of him and his friends scurrying around my feet, but
nothing happened. 
       I kept running and glanced back, then I noticed they had
disappeared.  I started to walk back to my car, and looked down at
my feet.  The entire gang was only a few inches tall.  If I was
wearing high heels, they would have been able to walk under the
arch without ducking.  I continued walking back to my car, figuring
I'd let nature take it's toll on them.  A stray cat would surely
wipe them out.  Then I decided to go back and tell them how I felt,
just to make them feel helpless. 
        I looked at them and giggled to myself.  They didn't seem
too tough now.  They grouped together for safety, but what good
would it do?  They were totally helpless.  Thinking about it, I WAS
hoping for them to be at my feet.  I was really visualizing them
being smaller and it had worked.  They were probably two or three
inches tall. 
        Honestly, if I didn't know I had shrunken them, I would have
never known they were there.  Then I looked down at the one that
had ripped my shirt, and instinctively I lifted my loafer off the
ground and placed it on top of him.  I felt a dull crunch as my
shoe squeezed the life from him, and I loved it.  His friends were
frozen in shock.  I ground his remains like a cigarette and then
slid my shoe away from them, leaving a smear of red gore on the
ground in front of them.  I let loose with the most evil sounding
cackle I could muster, and began picking them up and dropping them
into my purse.  I found a total of six men, I thought there were
more, but this was all I saw. 
        I walked to my car and dropped my purse on the seat beside
me, started the car, and drove off.  At first, I ignored them. 
However, I could hear them rumbling around inside my purse, and I
started talking to them.  I was rambling on about how I do this all
the time, and how many similar gangs I've wiped out, and just
anything I could think of to scare them.  I didn't hear anymore
rumbling, either, so I assumed they were listening, and I began to
vividly describe things I had supposedly done to other men like
themselves.  I talked about dissecting them, eating them, popping
them in the microwave, anything.  In fact, I had just finished off
another gang earlier that night by taking off my shoe, dropping
them inside, and putting it back on.  I kept on talking because I
found myself getting more and more aroused as I described myself
destroying tiny men.  Before I knew it, I was home.
      Thankfully, Barbara was working the late shift.  I dropped
them on my kitchen table and, just to mess with them, I took the 
shoe I had used to crush the first one off and set it on it's side
on the table.  It still had a little red stain on it from him.  I
was having a lot of fun messing with them like this.  I wanted them
to think I was the most evil bitch they never wanted to meet, and
it looked to be working.  They were all terrified. 
       I ordered them to take their clothes off, and they were all
nude in seconds.  I told them to run laps around the table, and
they did.  I could probably have told them to rape each other, and
they would.  Anything I said was law to them.  The more I exercised
my power over them, the more terrified they looked and the more
aroused I got.  I went to the kitchen and brought back a knife,
fork, meat tenderizer, and all sorts of utensils, anything I could
find that would scare the hell out of them.  I dropped them on the
table and went back and got a grater and a blender.  One of the men
fainted dead away when I sat them on the table, another was in a
little ball and seemed to be sobbing.  I lit up a cigarette, just
to extend the amount of time that they would worry, pondering what
I was going to do.  What WAS I going to do?  I just couldn't chuck
them in the blender!  That's a bit much! 
      I really HAD intended to just leave once I shrunk them, and
let whatever happened to them happen, but stepping on that one... 
It made me feel incredible! 
      I remember back in school, if any of my roommates saw a roach
or spider, they'd come get me.  I never understood that.  It's a
tiny bug, it couldn't do anything to them, but they ran from it. 
They'd come get me, and I'd step on it or whack it with my shoe. 
Now these men were as helpless as those bugs.  I owned them and
could do whatever I wanted with them, just like they were going to
with me.  Who knows what they would have done to other women.
Obviously they've never been caught, and had little chance of being
caught, so it was up to me to deal out justice.  I reached for my
lighter to smoke another one and I picked up the one that had
fainted.  I'd faint too in a similar situation.  I know I would. 
Who wouldn't faint being terrorized by a 200 foot giantess? 
Especially if you were about to rape that giantess!
      I decided to bring this guy back to consciousness, I didn't
want him to miss out on anything.  I waved my lighter under him and
he didn't even flinch.  I held it up to his back and got nothing. 
In fact, I couldn't even feel him breathing.  Maybe he had a heart-
attack or something.  I held his crotch over the flames and his
hair caught fire.  I looked over and his friends were all looking
away, two of them were throwing up. 
      I dropped him to the ground and he landed with a slight crack. 
If he wasn't dead before, he was now.  I raised my other foot and
squashed him with my loafer. 
        I took if off and placed it on the other side of my victims. 
Most of his body was stuck, all mangled and crushed, to the bottom
of my shoe.  I could see where one of his arms was crushed flat,
pressed between the grooves in the sole of my shoe.  The victims
turn away from the sight of their flattened comrade.  I was now
thinking of them as victims. 
        It was inevitable that I was going to destroy these men, I
had already condemned them as worthless members of society, and I'd
convinced myself it was my duty to wipe them off the face of the
earth.  The question was how? 
        I figured I ought to be spontaneous.  It'd be more fun that
way.  I flicked one of them that was still standing across the
table with my finger, and grabbed for a utensil.  The tenderizer! 
Yes!  I mercilessly whacked him with it.  He was more than likely
dead on the first shot, but I loved the overkill.  There was blood
all over the table now. 
        I turned the blender on and ordered my little men to stay
put.  I ran to the bedroom, took off my shirt and jeans, and threw
on a black, full length formal dress and 4® inch stiletto heels. 
I'd only worn them once, for about an hour, but I slid them on
without a second thought now and ran back to the table. 
        I climbed up on the table and stripped for my little men,
and ordered them to masturbate to me.  I assume they did, they were
to small for me to tell what they were doing at my height.  I flung
the dress off, as well as my bra and panties, all the while
stepping around them.  I was now buck naked in heels.  I climbed
back off the table and sat down. 
        I ordered the crying man to come to me.  He ran.  I had him
lay on the table and I started to smother him with one of my
breasts.  They were exceptionally large for my 5'5" frame, and my
nipples were hard and erect, but to this tiny man, they were a
mountain.  I felt him begin to struggle for air, so I sat up in my
chair and leaned back.  I picked him up and dropped him between my
breasts, and squeezed them together.  He struggled a bit, and it 
felt great, but not for long.  He soon suffocated. 
        When I sat up he dropped between my legs with a crack, and
I got a wonderful idea.  I grabbed one of the other men and put him
inside.  I felt his struggling, trying to climb out.  Each movement
made me jump a little.  I shoved my finger in, pushing him farther
inside me, hoping for some intense pleasure.  He tried to hold onto
my finger as I removed it, but not for long.  I could feel him
trying to climb out, so I crossed my legs.  It was an interesting
feeling, but short lived.  He too suffocated. 
        I picked up another man and concentrated, enlarging him a
little bit.  I made him 7 inches tall, and then had him pull out
his friend.  Then I stuck the seven inch man inside, feet first. 
His head stuck out, so he could breathe.  Awesome. 
        I climbed back on the table, with the two dead men in my
hand, and threw them in the blender.  I just had to do it!  I
zapped them a few times, and there was a big icky mess in it. 
Looking at my last man, who was just pale white, and being
satisfied with #5, I took him and plopped him in the blender.  I
could hear his screams as he fell from my hand into the blender,
even after I put the top on, I still heard him, he was banging on
the side of the glass.  I reached for a button, and he began to
climb the sides of the glass.  I tilted the blender, and knocked
him into the blades, then hit puree'.  It was a disgusting mess,
but I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. 
       I began cleaning up before Barbara came home, and number 5
was...  Ok.  It was an interesting feeling, but it wasn't like sex. 
Mainly because he really wasn't moving that much.  He seemed too
scared to really struggle, he was just there, probably admiring the
view. 
       I wandered around the apartment and flipped on the news and
the top story was me!  There weren't any pictures of me, oddly
enough.  You'd think someone would have had a camcorder out when a
giant woman is walking around, or at least a camera or something,
but all the news showed was a close-up of one of my heel-prints,
the crushed mail truck, and the path I took to the golf course. 
There was an artist's rendering of me, and it was SO wrong!  Hell,
I've got BLONDE hair for starters, what is with these people???!!! 
You'd think they'd remember what a 500 foot woman looked like!!! 
Still, it was very entertaining hearing people hypothesize about
what was going on, and who I was.  A hoax, a hallucination, a
publicity stunt, an alien.  I never realized I was so many things. 
        I was toying with the idea of going out to the mall or
something, and streaking at 500 feet tall when I noticed number
five had stopped moving altogether.  I pulled him out and he was
broken.  I must have snapped his spine, and now I regretted getting
rid of #6 so hastily.  So much for the idea of a human dildo.  I
guess I expected to be writhing around on the floor in ecstasy, no
such luck.  It was a cute feeling, but...  there just wasn't much
too it.  I'd liken it to sleeping on top of a man, and having his
penis inside of you while you slept.  It's THERE, it feels good,
BUT it's not doing anything.  Maybe if this guy had moved around a
bit...  I was rather pissed at myself now for getting rid of #6,
but there was nothing I could do about it. 
        I went to the bathroom to wash the blood off of myself, and
accidentally dropped #5 into the toilet.  I decided to scoop him
out and step on him.  Sure, blending the others was fun, but
stepping on these men with my shoe was great.  It's the ultimate
symbol of my power over them.  Stepping on things is an act of
uncaring power.  You see a roach, you walk over and step on it, and
end it's existence without a thought.  That's what I enjoyed doing
the most.  I wanted the last thing they felt to be like the
helplessness of a bug under my shoe.   I wanted them to know that
their lives meant absolutely nothing to me at all.  I wanted them
to look up at my shoe and read about it's size and manufacturer. 
I wanted them to look at my sole and see the remains of a cricket
stuck to the bottom of it, then have them realize it was really
another man.  I want them to scurry away from me, so I could step
around them like I was missing them, giving them a glimmer of hope. 
Finally, when I got bored and knocked them down with my toe, I
wanted them to drop to their knees and beg for their life in utter
futility because I was already lifting my shoe off the ground.
        All this went through my head in seconds, BUT you don't step
on dead bugs, who cares, so I just sat down on the toilet, did my
business, and flushed him like I did Barbara's dead goldfish last
week. 
        For the next week I was practically daring scum to mess with
me.  I was aching to have some more fun, but often I only got one
guy, and the majority of the time I was so worked up that he died
inside of me within a few minutes, provided I didn't just step on
him the instant he was done shrinking. 
       I found that the pleasure I received from using a man as a
dildo just wasn't that great.  I got much more of a rush stepping
on them.  It made me feel so powerful, so much so that I brought a
video camera so I could tape it and watch it over and over again. 
I had tapes of me stepping on two men, and I watched them five or
six times a day.
      As fun as destroying tiny men was, it just didn't happen that
often.  There AREN'T that many men out there that deserved to be 
squashed, but there ARE a lot that deserve to be just plain fucked
with!  Last night, I was down at my favorite dive, and was
mercilessly getting hit on by this one guy.  He was SO irritating. 
He wasn't bad looking, BUT...  he just wasn't my type, but I must
have been his.  He ended up running me out of the bar, and I was 
furious, yet it wasn't enough to warrant stepping on him. 
        I went back to my car, and realized he had arrived at the
same time I had, and was parked just two spaces away.  I looked
around and there wasn't a soul in sight.  I walked over to his car,
and shrank it to the size of a matchbox car.  His truck was maybe
4 inches long now.  Still checking to make sure I was alone, I
raise my shoe over it and slowly pressed my foot down upon it.  I
heard the tires blow and the windows shatter, and felt the roof
give in.  Applying more pressure I lowered my foot almost level
with the pavement.  I raised my shoe from the car, and it was
almost perfectly flat.  I enlarged it back to normal, and ran to my
car.  There was still nobody around.  I moved my car about 50 feet
away, and waited for what seemed to be an eternity for him to come
out.  He literally flipped.  He was screaming and yelling, wanting
to know what happened, and was just having a fit.  I giggled to
myself and drove away. 
        Over time I began to collect cars I liked.  Malls, grocery
stores, dealerships, I took a few from each place.  Every once in
a while, I'd destroy them, especially if I was having no luck on
the man front.  I crushed a few in my hand, a few on the floor, and
even staggered them out, crushing one with each step, but it just
wasn't as fun as crushing evil men.  Sure, it was amusing, but not
really that fun.  I put most of them up in my closet, and kept a
Porsche near my night stand,  on "display" as a model.  I had fun
with the cars on occasion, but not often.  It was just something
that had to strike me as something I wanted to do.  In fact, the
whole size-changing thing started to become dull.
      It had now been two long weeks since I first enlarged myself,
an 3 days since my last man when I was coming home late and they
were working on the bridge.  I had to take a detour and drove by 
the prison.  The men were out playing soccer at night.  There were
dozens of men out there, all convicted criminals.  It was the
mother lode, and perfect timing.  During the day I was sure to be
spotted, but at night, it was perfect!  Barbara and her boyfriend
were on vacation this week, too.  I couldn't ask for anything
better.  Twice now I had gone to bars and almost brought ordinary
guys home to destroy, but I just couldn't do that to some innocent
person.  That was too cold, but prisoners!  I quickly convinced
myself that I'd actually be doing a service by eliminating them. 
I'd save honest people money, relieve overcrowding, the whole nine
yards! 
        I stopped the car and took a grocery bag out of the trunk. 
Concentrating I grew to about 200 feet.  I walked down the street,
my sandals were making very clear footprints.  They were sandals,
but had a tread-like traction on them, like men's work boots, which
I'm sure made them look rather intimidating.  I stepped over the
fence and into the recreation yard of the prison, and, kneeling
down, started scooping up men and dumping them into the bag.  I
grabbed every last one there, rolled the bag up and stood up.  I
heard the alarms ringing, and saw guards running out. 
       I placed my foot along one of the buildings, and it quickly
caved in beneath my sole.  I kicked the sides of a few others, just
to open the buildings up.  I flattened the nearest fence, and,
after holding my foot over it long enough to let the guards escape,
I knocked over the nearest watchtower.  Now the cops had to worry
more about prisoners escaping than following me.  I walked back to
my car, shrunk myself and sped off.  I slid off my sandals just to
check to see if I had got anyone.  Nope, they were clean.  I think
I gave the guards enough warning before damaging anything.  I don't
think I hurt any officers, but I'd snagged a bag of criminals. 
       Once I got home I slammed the table against the wall, and
carefully poured out the men.  They covered about a third of a 3x5
table.  I easily had over a hundred men now!  I slid my sandals off
and put on a pair of boots.  They had no heel at all, they were
just the riding-type boots, but I liked them, and they served my
purpose.  I climbed onto the table, and put my boot into the crowd
of men.  I think I got close to 20 of them!  I saw a few men jump
off the table in hopes of saving themselves, but what chance did
they have?  Even though they landed on the carpet and were able to
walk, they couldn't get far. 
        I slowly climbed off the table, and began hunting for them. 
I made a big show to those on the table.  I lifted up my boot and
squashed the escapees.  Within 2 minutes I had gotten them all. 
How could they hope to get anywhere?  Talk about stupid! 
        I sat down at the table and explained their new roles to
them.  They were basically my slaves, and I explained to them that
I didn't like putting my foot down, but I would if necessary.  If
anyone tried to escape, I'd step into the group again.  I didn't
hear any objections at all.  I placed a bottle of polish on the
table, and instructed them to take their clothes off and use them
as rags to clean my boots.  I didn't have any stragglers.  They
were climbing all over my boots scrubbing them.  They were even
cleaning the remains of their foolish comrades off my sole and
heel. 
        I took the tallest one of the bunch and placed him inside
me, hoping that the first man I tried was just too scared.  Once
again I wasn't writhing around in ecstasy.  I pulled him out and
placed him back on the table, and picked out the five toughest guys
I could spot.  I made them in charge of the rest, and enlarged them
to 5 inches tall, compared with the two inches that the rest of
them were. 
        I had my "elite" group do a head count.  I had 118 men,
including the 6.  I didn't know what to do first.  With all these
men, I decided to christen all of my shoes.  I didn't bother with
flats, anything with a heel taller than two inches is all that
counted.  I had 16 pairs that fit that criteria.  That meant 16
victims for me.  No, make that 32, one for each shoe. 
        I put the camera on the kitchen floor and moved my men there
as well.  I put on my white mules first.  I'm sure the clicking of
my heels made a deafening racket to them.  As I walked towards
them, I ordered my prize men to throw me a victim.  They grabbed a
guy and threw him towards me.  My right shoe landed on him. I
stopped and raised my left foot, and asked for another.  They
obeyed.  I repeated this with each of the 16 pairs.  I would walk
to them, crushing the first one they threw to me with my right
foot, then I'd kick back on the heel of my left foot and wait for
them to throw me another.  With each pair the crowd got more and
more restless, but my boys kept them in line.  By the tenth pair I
noticed they were jacking off to me.  On the twelfth pair, they
began placing the men at my feet instead of throwing them to me,
and they stood around as I crushed them.  A captive audience.  On
the 15th pair, two of them touched my black stiletto heels.  I put
on my thigh-high, four-inch heeled, black leather boots for the big
finale.  They gave me two men for each boot.  Good enough.  Then
the leader began humping the toe on my boot.  I was enthralled by
this!  It was so cute! 
        I was so caught up by him that I didn't even notice the
crowd.  About 30 men broke from the crowd and rushed their more
privileged counterparts.  I quickly rescued my loyal troopers, and
stepped into the crowd of rebels.  I felt many men being crushed
beneath my boots, and I looked down and saw some men running from
beneath the arch of my heels.  I knelt down and began picking up
those that survived, and, without even thinking about it, ripped
them in half, crushed them in my hand, or bent them in half.  Then
I got on my knees and crushed the few remaining ones with the palm
of my hand. 
        I crawled over to the crowd that had enough sense to stand
still, but I told them all not to get out of line, and as I saw it,
that meant finishing them all off.  I knelt over them, one boot on
either side.  I picked a few of them up and just bit them in half,
spitting their torso's into the crowd, but that was kind of
disgusting.  I was trying to think of new things to do when I lost
my balance and fell on the crowd.  There isn't a trace of fat on my
rear, it's all tight.  There was no squirming, all that were under
it were flattened.  I stood up and popped the few survivors with
the heels of my boots. 
        I was in a heightened state of bliss now, bordering on an
orgasm.  I felt so powerful.  I looked down at the kitchen floor,
it was a mess of red stains.  I grabbed my elite group, and placed
them on the floor.  I shrank a mop and some rags, and ordered them
to clean the mess up, and they jumped to the task.  I took a seat
on a stool, and just watched.  I was cursing myself for destroying
them all so quickly and hastily.  It was an incredible rush, BUT... 
a more one-on-one approach was SO much more enjoyable, like with my
initial group. 
        Well, there was nothing I could do now but enjoy myself.  I
sat and watched them clean the floor, and started to come down from
my "high".  I looked at the camera and noticed it was still
rolling, and one of the men was right in front of it.  I hopped off
my stool, and landed squarely on him.  He made a huge "CRUNCH"
noise under my boot.  I was impressed though, the others didn't
even scatter.  I guess they had become used to me.  I picked them
up one by one.  At 5 inches, they were a little harder to handle,
so I shrank them to a more manageable 3. 
        I had all of them in my right hand, and walked back to the
table and sat down.  I put my hand on the table, and told them to
climb off.  One by one they did, except for one.  He was staring at
me, and continued to do so when the others had made their way to
the table.  I began to close my hand around him, and he tried to
escape, but it was too late.  I had him completely covered, and
felt him trying to pry my fingers apart.  Then I turned my nails
inwards, and closed my hand some more.  I felt my nails stab him,
and blood shoot out onto me.  I opened my hand,  and saw him
wincing at me in agony.  I then placed my other hand on top of him,
and closed it tight.  I felt his body slowly break, and I twisted
my hands, tearing him.  I went to the sink, washed my hands (and
him) off, and came back to the four. 
        I enlarged the three closest to me to 6 inches, and ordered
them to destroy the other one.  They literally tore him apart.  I
then polled them, to find out what they were incarcerated for.  Two
were for murder, the other for murder and rape, in that order!  I
was disgusted by that.  I thumped him with my finger, right between
his legs, as hard as I could.  I was thinking of a poetic way to
finish him, yet, the thought of in any way destroying him in a
sexual way just didn't appeal to me.  He might like it...  I didn't
want him to take pleasure in any poetic justice...  What was the
opposite?  What was a low way to go? 
       I knew it!  There was a spider's web in Barbara's window box. 
I grabbed the rapist, and opened Barbara's window.  She let the
spider live there, she was a real nature-lover, and never disturbed
it.  I didn't see it, but I shrank the guy to an inch tall, and
threw him in the web.  In the blink of an eye, the spider was on
him.  It bit him, wrapped him in the web, and went back to it's
hiding space.  If I remember right, he's just paralyzed, he'll be
eaten alive... 
       I walked back to the table.  The two remaining men were
visibly shaken.  No, hysterical.  They knew one of them was next,
then the other, and they couldn't do a damn thing about it.  I sat
back down and crossed my arms on the table and leaned in.  I shrank
one of them to two inches, leaned over, opened my mouth and closed
it around him.  His legs were kicking my lips, and I sucked him the
rest of the way into my mouth.  I was careful not to bite him, that
hasty action earlier was just disgusting.  I could feel him
climbing around in my mouth.  Pushing at my teeth.  I knocked him
around with my tongue a little bit.  I held him down under my
tongue and took a few deep breaths.  Then, as quick as I could, I
knocked him back into my throat with my tongue and swallowed him
whole.  I felt him as he went down my esophagus, struggling, trying
to get a hold.  I almost gagged.  Then nothing. 
       I eyed the last one.  What to do...?  What had I not tried
yet?  I'd pretty much done it all, or at least everything I could
think of.  I'd keep him if I thought he could make me happy and
keep me satisfied, BUT tiny men just weren't any good for sexual 
pleasure, from my own experience. 
        I put him to work cleaning up the rest of the mess around
the apartment.  He was done rather quickly for a 5 inch tall man. 
It was unfortunate that size changing was my only power.  I'd love
to just make this guy my "crush toy" that would re-animate a minute
after I squashed him.  Still, what I could do was more than any
woman could have ever asked for.  This ultimate power of men, and,
really, of ANYTHING, was so incredible. 
        I went and took the tape from the camera and popped it in
the VRC.  I rewound back to the start, and began to watch it all
over again.  Within seconds, I was back in my heightened state of
bliss.  Seeing myself squash those men got me REALLY worked up. 
        I looked over at my last man, and grabbed him.  I shoved him
head-first into myself, and enlarged him until he fit perfectly. 
I began to shove him in and out of myself as I watched the movie,
and as I began to climax, I stopped, and left him inside of me.  He
began to wriggle about, trying to get air, and it was everything I
hoped for.  I laid back and screamed at the top of my lungs, then
passed out.  I awoke probably an hour later.  The tape had ended,
and the TV was fuzzy.  I looked down, and my last man didn't
survive the experience.  I removed him, and walked into my bedroom,
clutching his lifeless body in my hand.  Then I simply threw him to
the floor, and shrank him out of sight.  I slammed my boot around
where he should be, but I don't know if I got him or not, but it
really didn't matter, I had just had one of the wildest nights of
my life!
      I bumped into Jeff with his new girlfriend yesterday.  That
didn't bother me.  With my new powers, we had quickly drifted
apart.  He was just so insignificant compared to me, and I honestly
feared us getting in a fight.  With a thought he could be scurrying
around my feet, and if I was mad enough, I probably would step on
him before I realized it.  Like I did to my very first victim.  I
didn't want that at all.  Squashing innocent men was still too
much.  I could only do it to scum.  Overall, I was glad he had
found someone else, and we had ended on more-or-less pleasant
terms.  When she mentioned the trip they took together while we
were still dating, though, I ALMOST lost it.  I visualized her
begging me to spare him as he shrank before her eyes and raised my
foot, then it would be her turn and she'd be on the business end of
that foot as well. 
        Thankfully, I thought of something better to do.  I knew how
to get at him.  That night I put on my short silver dress with the
silver heels and silver handbag.  Jeff knew this outfit, he brought
it for me.  He'd recognize it anywhere.  These were probably my
favorite pair of shoes, too.  They fit perfectly, had a three inch,
wide heel, and were awesome for dancing.  I only wish I had more
outfits to wear them with.  It was a knockout dress, the kind of
thing I wore when I didn't feel like buying drinks in bars.  I
drove out to Jeff's house, but he wasn't home.  He took his
Mustang, too!  The Honda was there, as was a Blazer, it must be her
car.  I really wanted to destroy everything of his now, but I'll
take what I can get. 
        I enlarged myself and stared down at my feet.  I really
loved making myself into a giant.  It was much better than
shrinking things.  I felt powerful with tiny men at my feet, but a
tiny world was just unimaginably better.   BUT, I can't very well
go around as a giant woman and lead a normal life, can I?  I also
can't stand here all day admiring myself.  I knelt down and ripped
the oak trees out of his yard like they were weeds.  I threw them
in a pile and ground them up with my heel.  Then I placed one heel
on the Blazer, it caved in with no resistance, as did the Honda
under my other heel.  I was balanced on my heels with the soles of
my shoe over his house, then I set them down.  The house exploded
beneath my feet.  Bricks, wood, shingles, everything went
everywhere.  Maybe a fourth of his house was standing. 
        I decided to leave it that way, then I had a better plan. 
I slid my feet out of the shoes, and left them there, heels on the
cars, soles in the house.  I shrunk back down to normal and was
genuinely amazed at how large my shoes were.  They were close to 50
feet long.  The heel was close to 20, maybe 25 feet tall.  It was
easily as tall as his house.  I went back to my car and watched me
destroying his house four or five times on the camera.  It was the
perfect shot too.  Perfect angle, perfect lighting, everything.  I
have always been a science fiction fan, and too see myself
destroying things as a giant...  it really got me going.  I put the
camera away and drove off. 
        I figured he'd know those shoes, and know who did it, and 
couldn't explain a thing.  The thought of him living with the
knowledge that I could have done whatever I wanted to him was
enough for me.  I was about to turn onto the main highway when I 
saw Jeff and what's-her-name drive by.  Shit!  I had to get back 
and see his face.  Why did I leave in the first place???!!!  The 
look on his face would be the best of anything!  I took a side
street, at maybe 100 mph, and got there soon enough to set up the
camera. 
        Jeff ran his car up on the curb and jumped out.  He was
speechless.  His bimbo joined him, but fainted rather quickly at
the sight of my enormous shoes.  He just stood there in shock for
the longest time, but he was quickly awakened at the sight of my
feet sliding back into my shoes.  He ran towards the road and away
from me.  I stomped the rest of his house flat, then I turned to
him, and placed my foot in front of him in the road.  I pressed my
shoe into the asphalt, and it slowly sank deeper and deeper into 
it.  He just stared at my foot, then he followed my leg up to me. 
I was standing over him, hands on my hips, and just started
laughing at him.  How pathetic.  How could he have cheated on me so
long ago?  Look at me compared to her!  She was nothing. 
        I stepped to where she was, but I was careful to have her
under the arch of my heel when I did.  Then I stepped on his car. 
I wasn't so careful then.  I did a quick step at first, then I
began tapping it, rolling my shoe around on it.  If only I could
crush it ten times over.  I remembered the time he kicked me out of
the car and made me walk home when I spilled a drink inside of it. 
It was only 100 yards, but the humiliation!  I looked down at him,
and stopped laughing.  How could I humiliate him?  I threatened him
with my shoe a little bit.  I held it over him, tapped it around
him, all the while thinking of the ultimate humiliation.  What was
the most disgusting, humiliating thing I could do to him, that he
would live through?  That WAS a tough one.  I had it!  I picked him
up by his arm and walked to what was left of his backyard.  I knelt
over and sloshed some wreckage and water from his pool, pulled my
dress up, squatted over the pool and urinated into it, then I
dropped him in.  He quickly climbed out.  I spit on him, and
knocked him back in.  I walked to my car and shrank myself back to
normal.  Then I drove on home.  I was done.  I never saw or heard
from him after that day.  I'm willing to bet he made sure of that!
      Between the prison and Jeff's house, I was very satisfied.  
Sure, it was a lot of fun, but I felt I had done it all.  I still
captured and squashed scum, but not as often as I liked.  I was
satisfied reliving what I had already done through the tapes I
made.  In fact, almost 3 weeks had gone by since I had done ANY
size changing of ANY kind.  I had more important things to do.  I
had graduated from college, and was preparing to move to Miami.  
John, one of my best friends, was due to come over any minute....

The End (for now!)