This choice: The day is the day, graduate into Mega status • Go Back... People would try to flee in fear, some running to safety while others were caught in the mob of traffic and panic, only to end up as one of many smears underneath Trish's street-filling shoe sole. She casually stamped her way through the city, glaring down and noting everything with a bored, apathetic sneer, even going out of her way to make sure her leg or foot crashed through some of the smaller buildings mid stride. Catastrophe and debris was name of the game as the enormous girl smashed her way left and right, even knocking over some buildings 'accidentally' with shoves of her elbow or mid-swing of her hips.
This was such a common occurrence, and everyone knew they could do nothing to stop her. Sure, if she were smaller, but that was too long ago, and now if they were to risk attacking her the consequences would be fatal. The many global corporations supporting her had many a government in their pockets, and Trish herself was a force of nature. If she were attacked and was to survive, hell on earth would occur that day. For now all they could do to satiate the giant punk was to keep her as happy as possible, and unfortunately that was letting her do whatever she pleased with the 'ants' below, and even worse was that she liked to crush ants.
As she took another draw from her cigarette, letting a wash of black smoke fog over the city skyline, she coughed and discarded the building-sized stub, letting it slam down and crush some poor unsuspecting bugs. "God, that was my last cigarette too." She thundered, making sure the anger creeping into her voice was known. "That pisses me off."
Before she could fully enact her petty wrath for finishing off her last cig, she paused, looking almost . . . calm. This confused most people staring up at her, an unnatural wave of calm washing over the city, only broken by the occasional siren and bit of crumbling concrete that had forgotten to fall over. Slowly, a grin began to spread across Trish's face. This grin bore no sense of goodwill, but instead malice. "Well ants," She boomed, feeling a familiar sensation run through her body. Growth. "It looks like you all are getting upgrades-" She laughed, her body beginning to shudder, and to the horror of the tiny people below, her already towering form began to shoot up.
"-To microbes."
Growth for Trish had always been an odd deal. It was almost pleasurable in a sense, but didn't happen nearly enough for her to properly enjoy it. Fortunately for her, and unfortunately for the rest, that was compensated by the fact that as she grew older, her growth spurts seemed to exponentially increase to drastic numbers. When she was sixteen, three years later after her initial growth, she was three hundred feet. Eighteen, five hundred. And only a year later, doubled that at a thousand. Now she was growing again, and it felt like a big one.
Her expanding form crashed into everything surrounding her, either knocking it over, bulldozing, or simply making it explode just from contact. Unfortunately her clothing couldn't be saved. Her supporters had invested in different fabrics that could stretch to accommodate her when she grew, but even that could only go so far. Her shoes were left ripped and torn until she simply kicked them away, letting her bare feet slam down back in place. Her jeans and tanktop became shreds of cloth that simply fell of, her growing body quickly leaving everything behind.
Even Trish herself was surprised by her growth. It was going on long, three minutes in and she didn't even seem to be done yet, and by that point she felt as if she had long since should have stopped. Where had all this size come from?
It did stop eventually. Once the last burst of growth died down within her, and her slight confusion and awe left, Trish sneered and laughed, lifting up her foot and finishing off whatever survivors remained far below with her sole, relishing the slight 'crunch' of entire city districts, the landscape shaking with a resounding shockwave that carried on long after she had set her foot down.
She now loomed over, well, mostly everything at an astounding 100 miles tall, surveying the landscape from a position high above the clouds, her naked body now dominating most of the horizon, her toned form from years in the gym visible for all to see, and she didn't care. She was a goddess now, let them oggle, but let them know they must do it reverence and fear.
"Aww, I wanted to be bigger." She chuckled, not even bothering to lower her voice, words echoing for miles with an ear-deafening boom. "Oh well, maybe next time I can get to continent-stomping. But for now, city stomping's good."
Trish placed her hands on her hips and looked down at her handiwork, the landscape scarred into nothing but dirt from her simply growing where a city and hundreds of thousands of people used to be. Far below, somehow her eyes had caught something. A tiny sliver of something by her shins, probably the highest it could go. She sneered again. "What, the little plane a little lost? Sorry fuckers, wherever you were landing is under me now." The punk thundered deeply into laughter, slowly lowering her hand, pinkie finger extended, going out of her way to maliciously ruin the lives of all those who were smaller than she.
They really had no time to react or maneuver as a wall of flesh miles wide suddenly appeared before them, the plane slamming into Trish's pinkie in a fiery explosion that she could barely see. With a laugh she wiggled the appendage, letting whatever debris had stuck to it fall off the remaining eleven miles below.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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