The dictaphone

Vanessa loved it watch her own powerful strides. She never grew tired of admiring the incredible might and size of her muscles 'at play', fully aware even the slightest movement was a potential catastrophe for the inhabitants of the small world beneath her gargantuan body, but the leviathan didn’t pity the insignificantly small inhabitants of the world covered by the ‘black veil’ she had created. She savoured the feeling of her mighty claws digging deep into the planets crust, causing horrific earthquakes, wasting whole regions. Playfully she flexed the right front-leg, the mighty biceps swelled larger, bulging to a size which dwarfed many large mountains on the world beneath her, Vanessa moaned as softly as a several mile tall being could. Her size and strength alone were nearly enough to get her off. She felt small droplets of her magma-like juices slowly trickle down her even more massive hind-legs. Fully aware, that these small drops would turn large areas into a burning inferno, when they hit the ground, she shuddered with even more pleasure. Her reign was absolute, but her microscopic underlings couldn’t question her generosity – at least in Vanessa’s opinion. In her ‘benevolence’ she had decided to use the same paths, so the smarter part of the population had a chance to know, which areas they shouldn’t settle. For her extensive sessions of ‘body-exploration and body stimulation’, as Vanessa liked to call them – she usually chose the most active volcanic regions, where the streams of her juices would ‘just’ add to the existing lava lakes, instead of creating new ones. Giggling she watched the thick veil of blackness coil and snake around her muscular legs.

Only her supernatural sight enabled her to penetrate the complete blackness of the ashen veil and survey the changes her reign had brought to mankind. The risen volcanic activity and the constant tectonic faults, combined with the occasional pass through of behemoth that darkened the sky and pulverized everything beneath its unbelievable colossal body without even noticing it, had led to the development of tribe-like nomadic societies. Vanessa loved the ones that actually acknowledged her supremacy the right way and worshipped her as their goddess. Others were less intelligent, some even daring to plot against her, an endeavour without any chance of succeeding, of course, but nonetheless the enormous dragoness decided from time to time to snuff out one of them with a well-placed claw, or an almost playful placement of her ample bosom on the tribes current location, just to remind the rest of humanity that there were no secrets they can hide from their goddess and there would surely never be an end to her reign. She even preserved some technological advanced areas, mostly because she greatly enjoy to see pictures satellites took of her on minuscule screens on the surface, her size making it otherwise impossible to admire her new towering, massive form. As much as Vanessa loved her superiority, she somehow craved for a real opportunity to test her endless strength. Being pretty sure she could easily break the planet beneath her in two parts without employing more than two of her claws, made her doubt her home planet actually was still able to offer her any challenge at all. Vanessa’s feelings were ambivalent, as much as she loved to tower above everything, she sometimes felt like earth was to ‘cramped’ now for a majestic being like her. Perhaps she should try to grow again. As fulfilling as pleasuring herself was, it wasn’t quite as mind-blowing as the feeling of growing, while she was doing it.