Martha by Unknown After becoming a giantess, Martha decides to have some fun Update: 16/10/1997 to giantess Martha watched herself in the full length mirror above her bed as her hand played between her legs. The years exercise and pampering herself had paid off, she still had a body that women half her age were jealous of. The middle aged woman loved her morning ritual, but someone had interrupted her. The noise was awful, and came just as she was about to. This whole summer was starting to be one long pain in the ass after another. Martha had recenly lost her job as well as her beautiful North Shore home, the one she had grown up in. She found herself really hating everyone these days and was getting more and more misanthropic from living in the city. As she glanced up, she could see the look on her stunning face in the mirror, not the glamorous chisled looks she had kept since she was a model, there was something underneath that, something she tried to keep hidden. Now it was rising, and nothing was going to stop it. The buzzer screeched incessantly and covering her ears with the pillow only seemed to make matters worse. Now irritated to no end, Martha reluctantly climbed from her bed and felt the cold wooden floor on her bare feet as she stood up. Martha found what she was looking for under her bed; a pair of gold Dr. Shoals exercise sandals, the kind with thick wooden soles that clomped when she walked. The leather was sticky as she slipped them on her feet and the thought of planting them on who ever's ass was standing at her front door made her smile for just a second. Martha grabbed her white silk bathrobe from the bed post and pulled it around her waist. The buzzing stopped the moment she reached for the handle, now Martha only heard the sound of a jet flying somewhere overhead in the distant sky. She unlocked the door and opened it. Martha glanced down the empty side-walk, but saw no one at all, she was ready to slam the door shut when when noticed a little glimmering object lying on the front stoop. The woman picked it up, looked around once more, then shut the door. Wrapped in a piece of silk was an elaborate golden sun brioche. Martha admired it as it shimmered in her hand. The gorgeous woman had never seen such an exquisite detailed piece in her life. It was covered in precious stones that had been fitted in amazing precision. The face etched into the jewel looked positively evil and Martha loved it. She felt a pinch on her fingertip, and at first she thought she had pricked herself on one of the sharp edges of the sun rays, but as she looked closer she could see the jewel was moving, it's tiny triangular teeth were gnashing at her fingers. "Ow!" Martha yelled. "Why you little!" as she threw jewel down at wooden floor and stomped down on it. Martha heard a hollow crunch and the sound of little beads rolling across the floor. The old woman bent to examine the remains of the thing, she felt a strange sensation. Now, looking up, Martha saw the ceiling seemed to be coming closer, she was quickly filling up the room. As she put her hands out to ward off the ceiling, they broke through to the second floor. Plaster and wooden beams came crashing down with the bed from the guest room. A moment later the old woman burst through the roof and stood up. Her robe was gently blowing in the breeze, barely covering her growing body. She was rising incredibly fast, everything around her was dwindeling away into nothing. It was incredible, She could see the city emerging up ahead, becoming smaller and smaller every moment as she grew imense. The old woman looked down into the tiny world and laughed deeply. It was all so miniature now, like she was seeing it from a plane, but her feet were firmly on the ground. Martha's tiny house had been smashed like a pile of match sticks under her sandal. In a delayed reaction she lifted her foot to try save whatever was left of it. Her massive wooden sole came down on the highway crumpling both sides of the road. People on the street below started running from their cars and scattered. Tiny dots were scurrying in all directions at once, some just froze in their tracks and pointed at the incredibly gigantic Martha. "What's happened to me?" She smiled with an evil grin. "I'm as tall as a skyscraper!" Her giant foot had trampled across all six lanes of the expressway. Rows of tiny cars were crushed like little foil wrappers in her foot print. Mobs of teeny tiny people scurried and squeeked in tiny shrill voices, trying to get away from her. Savoring it all, Martha looked down at them as if they were mere insects. Her nipples widened through the fabric of her robe. "Why should I care about the likes of these-" her voice thundered. "- tiny things" She spoke to herself and began laughing at the predicament of the now helplessly tiny human race at her feet. Martha smiled evilly as she lifted her foot, holding the unbelievably gigantic wooden sole over the frightened mob. A swarm of tiny humans were running for their lives through the smoke and away from massive shadow her shoe was casting. Martha stepped down and smeared the little people under her sole as they tried to escape. When she looked down at her footprint, the road and everything on it was smashed; the tiny cars and trucks had been flattened like minature toys as well as very tiny stains were quivering like drops of jelly. The old woman turned towards midtown. With her hands on her hips and her massive foot covering her tiny trinkets she surveyed her tiny city, thoroughly enjoying the view. It was just before midday and the streets were packed with little things, giant Martha made her way towards midtown. She squashed the traffic and the tiny pedestrians under foot without the slightest concern, as her pussy dripped and stained her robe. She was delighted when she remembered that she had her cigarettes in her pocket. Martha inhaled deeply as she light one. Now Martha could see the tops of buildings thirty and forty stories tall, just below her kneecaps. Martha stopped at one particular sky scraper, it was a offices where she was a senior V.P. Until she had been forced out a week ago. She had always marveled at it size, now she had to kneel to look in the top floor. Inside, tiny employees scrambled as Martha tore the roof off. "It's time for a little downsizing." Martha joked. The giant woman pressed her finger tip and crushed her ex- employees as they ran. Martha was looking for one of the little specks in particular, an adorable little woman with a soft blonde shag and very sexy body, she was a young intern named Tabbitha. Martha had tried to talk to her since she began working the summer, but the girl was so shy. Now the giantess smiled as she saw the tiny thing, nothing more than a little insect in a box, trying to run for the exit. The tiny woman fell trying to flee with her coworkers. Martha gently reached her hand in and took the tiny thing in her fingertips, bringing her face to face as she took another drag from her cigarette. Martha playfully blew smoke at her tiny toy, knocking the girl back against the tip of her finger. The little woman held the hem of her skirt in her tiny hands, as her little feet danced nervously. "What's the matter baby? Did you forget your panties this morning!" Martha taunted her tiny captive. The little girl was shaking, too afraid to speak. She looked toward the ground far below. She obviously had a thing about heights. A crowd had gathered down in the plaza to watch the show. Martha dropped her cigarette on the court, the sudden screams were silenced as the giantess nonchalantly ground it out along with whoever was unfortunate enough to be standing around that spot. Martha pulled aside her robe as her fingers probed her massive and moist clitoris. She was about to rub her tiny plaything all over spot when she suddenly felt a little irritation on her thighs and hamstrings. The sensation was like hot little pins sticking her. She turned to see a group of tiny assault vehicles firing up at her, the street was lined with them. As she looked down at martha suddenly felt a warm dull thud on the back of her neck followed by another. Two tiny helicopters, like little dragon flies whistled over the top of her head and gathered in formation with three others. Tiny flashes of light came from some of the windows of the nearby buildings. Nothing that had hit her seemed to hurt though, it only seemed to piss her off. The tiny girl on the tip of her finger was still there, curled into a little ball and trembling. Martha took out her the box with the silk she had found on her door step and dropped her tiny pet in. A squadron of tiny jets buzzed by her head this time, hitting her with hot little missiles that stung like insect bites. Martha got an idea, she placed the little box on the ground, then let her robe fall from her shoulders where she grabbed it with her left hand. She stood wearing nothing but her sandals. A giant middle age woman, two thousand feet tall, looking down on an army of human insects. Martha swung her robe at the jets and copters, knocking them out of the sky. The tanks were trying to move and reposition but they were just too slow. The giant woman took a few steps to the center of the deployment and began stomping down on the tiny tanks, they crunched like roaches on a kitchen floor. Tiny green specks dotted back and fourth from building to building firing rockets at her from the windows and the on the ground. Martha's fist struck down at one of the skyscrapers, shattering it into a cloud of concrete and broken glass, another building she just stepped on. The military tried to beat a hasty retreat as the giantess kicked and trampled anything around her. Moments later, the west side was in ruin. Looking down into the chaos she saw the little box, sticking out of the debris. Martha slipped her robe back on and picked up the box, opening it up to check on her little captive. "I'll have my little morsel later." She smiled as the little girl cringed in terror. Martha put the little box in her pocket and made her way over to the park. The thin road was filled with teeny tiny shapes, mostly yellow and some were different colors, little dots ran in between them in all directions. Martha would amuse herself by watching them trying to escape, then she would slowly grind them under her shoe. When the old woman lifted her sandal back on her heel, the little things would no longer moving. People ran and screamed in terror as the giantess trampled down on the city. Martha just marched on, enjoying the crunching sounds and tiny screams coming from beneath her feet. In a few steps she had reached the park, Martha stood with her feet at either side. "Now little worms." She began. "I want you all to gather around my feet and clean off my shoes." Her voice shook the city like thunder. As some of tiny people began to run, Martha simply stepped on them. Soon the little dots just seemed to swarm around her foot, not able to do a thing. The giantess stood there for a few minutes waiting for something to happen. "Oh! forget it!" Martha pealed as she stomped on the crowd. "These tiny pests are useless to me." She said as she kept her foot covering the little things. Martha felt a sudden rush of air, and when she looked down she could see the city becoming even smaller. The clouds were descending far below. The buildings of the city looked like no more than dominos, stacked together. Martha had grown so enormous that the park disappeared under her left foot. Her other foot she lifted above uptown, city blocks and tiny buildings disappeared beneath her massive gold sandal. DNE EHT