Cleaning House (Chapter 4) (Patreon)

London turned to ruin under the former maid’s feet far easier than she could’ve guessed. Having begun with the joking pretense of “cleaning” the city, much like the way she spent her exhaustive nights in the lab, after demolishing more than half the land with her thick, meaty soles and ever-probing toes, the gargantuan brunette instead just filled the skies with booming laughter while stomping about. Keeping her flip-flops slung over her shoulder for later, in case she got bored of going barefoot, the girl took out her frustrations. Ancient and modern architecture alike, even Buckingham Palace, were no match for Lucy’s sole-mass flooding miles of space at once, swelling and compressing everything to an ashen singularity with her muscular, wrinkled isle of flesh. Bodies of water offered a refreshing break whenever the girl felt a trickle of cool liquid filling in the creases of her tender skin, and the mossy fauna covering acres upon acres of land left cute green stains on her insteps.

Whatever type of ground Lucy trod upon, whether densely forested or pocked with those prickly old buildings, came apart to dust and ticklish particles stuck between her bare digits. Even feeling the earth’s crust itself bend and bow to her powerful megaton weight, Lucy couldn’t help but be reminded of thin late-winter ice on a pond cracking when she pressed her heel into it. Only this was no thin sliver of frozen water, but the very foundations of the city she’d once called a home-away-from-home. Now, it was reduced to smithereens and nothingness. She thought she might’ve become bored after smearing and smashing her feet through the city for a few minutes, but she was wrong; obliterating London under her gigantic naked feet was an utter pleasure, and brought her entertainment she hadn’t known ever since being forced to leave her native Russia and scrape by on a night-shift budget. Triumphant, the bespectacled beauty wanted to travel to other lands, but she didn’t just want to keep on mashing the towns and mountains to rubble. She needed to become an even better and more towering version of her new self. But how to do it?

No sooner had Lucy pondered this question, when she recalled the other laboratory site just outside the London limits. Perhaps they, too, had the technology to help her enlarge closer toward the heavens. She’d never visited it herself, but knew one existed. While she didn’t have an exact location for the place, a benefit of being this large was that she could afford to estimate and still manage to hit her target: the equivalent of killing a fly with a nuke. Indeed, she had a means of rapid international transport, her own two legs, and the new most powerful weapons on the planet, her own two feet. It would be easy enough. Stepping across the cloudy remnants of the former capital city, Lucy squinted at the ground. Without an entire metropolis marking the land, it was tricky to see individual buildings when they were smaller than pebbles to the seventy-mile demigoddess, but she managed.

Upon discovering the tiny tract of land where she was pretty sure the secondary lab was housed, Lucy lifted her foot above it. She held still there for a moment while standing on one leg, watching the shape of the shadow and her wiggling toes on the otherwise untouched land. Then, thinking better of this, she instead hunched over and scooped up the whole span of isolated streets and industrial plants in one palm like sand. Shrugging, she tipped the lump of jumbled earth and buildings into her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed.

Though she expected this sample to taste like dirt, Lucy was pleasantly surprised at the refreshing, leafy flavor of the territory, and then was even more enthusiastically surprised when her body started expanding and stretching skyward again. She could feel the land forcibly buckling and shredding as her feet swelled out in all directions, inflating the already-substantial craters her peds required to stand, until the impact sites had very nearly doubled in length and width. Higher layers of cloud cover whipped past Lucy’s eyes while she rose, until her vision darkened, at first leading her to wonder if she’d made a mistake, before she realized instead that it was simply because her head had reached outer space. All of England collectively sunk deeper beneath her.

Delighted, the one-time maid marveled at the incredible changes taking place in her body, and couldn’t help but wonder if the growth process had aided her in other ways even out of proportion to her ascent. Her bust felt more bountiful, her juicy rear end tighter and more jiggly than ever; she even felt stronger, with a more athletically sculpted tone beneath the surface of her supple tanned flesh. Lucy couldn’t know or even care precisely how tall she’d become, but having peaked now at no less than one hundred and twenty miles high, she knew she’d made the right decision to track down the other lab. And in keeping with her previous duties in a foreign land, she may have abandoned her maid duties, but she still had lots of “cleaning” to do upon the tiny world, not with a mop, but instead with her cushy, dexterous feet and spongy flip-flops.

“A nice vacation will do me good, after all those awful weeks of work,” Lucy remarked to herself with a smirk, twisting and caressing her newly seventeen-mile-long feet against the vulnerable English countryside. She clenched her toes again. “But where shall I visit first?”