The Last of the Micrins (Chapter 2) (Patreon)

Eric’s awareness of space and time, however, came crashing back to a tragically personal level when he saw a micrin woman fleeing for her life as the roomy shadow of Diana’s foot cast over her. The giantess had walked right by him when she entered, so Eric already had at least somewhat of a comparison point by which to judge the galling gulf in size which existed between this woman and his people, but it was only now that he could correctly comprehend what absolute specks his kind were next to, or rather far below, a being of her scale. The breath caught painfully in Eric’s chest as he watched his fellow micrin nonchalantly snuffed out of existence with a finite THWOOOOMP beneath the doughy center of an unwitting Diana’s left arch. It was over in a blink, and though he couldn’t quite make out the remains of the tiny woman once the giantess’s foot lifted again to take another step, the fact that there was no trace of her left to be seen from this distance told him that she was now nothing more than a forgotten red-stained dot lost somewhere in the wrinkled grooves which animated the underside of Diana’s foot. Eric was already standing stock-still from astonishment at the giantess’s arrival, but now he was truly petrified in place, with eyes bulging and veins iced over. Even while a voice in the back of his head screamed at him to run for cover and, if at all possible, try to warn his faraway comrades.

But it was far too late for that, and no matter how hard Eric tried, he couldn’t convince his own legs to budge. Further away by micrin metrics, but really only a margin of two easygoing paces for Diana, a cluster of six other puny refugees watched that poor woman squashed out of existence beyond all recognition by the infinitely weightier trouncing of the unaware giantess. They scattered immediately, with four of them sprinting as fast as they could to clear out from the titanic being’s path, while two of them actually stumbled toward her, pleading at the top of their lungs for mercy. Of course there was no hope of being heard or noticed by Diana, especially not when she was already in motion and raising a foot right over where the little things stood, and so her next step flattened them both as well into micrin roadkill.

The other four, against all odds, had moved quickly enough to avoid an immediate demise beneath that next stride, but they weren’t long for this world either. They did their best to cry out for attention from their would-be murderer in a last-ditch effort to survive mid-flight, but it was clear to all of them that it would do no good. In the span of just a few more ponderous steps by Diana, who seemed to be pacing aimlessly in circles around the huge hall by way of post-game decompression, Eric watched the other four runners soon overtaken by the soles of this comely still-oblivious woman. Just like that, they were crushed to gory grit among the speckles of damp sock lint and floor dust already adorning the meaty underbellies of her spacious peds: having endured and suffered so much to journey through the forest alive, only to be extinguished just hours after happily reaching what once seemed like a sanctuary.

Move, Eric told himself inside his head. MOVE!

Still, all he could manage was muted tremoring, and this was helped along when Diana abruptly stalked her way back in Eric’s direction. The ground rumbled even worse than before, and it seemed very much like the last remaining micrin in the room was about to meet the same fate as his peers, when the giantess’s feet lurched to a halt right in front of him. Now, Eric had his closest-yet view of those monolithic peachy-bulbed toes, resting like prodigious boulders and nonchalantly flexing in relaxation. In short order, Diana tugged her top up and over her head, then pulled her shorts down her legs and stepped out of them, leaving her in only a sporty bra and panties. More enamored than ever, even while his terror reached never-before-imagined heights too, Eric could only stare in shell-shock at the rounded tender-fleshed edifices of those blue-polished toes directly before him, each of which was at least a dozen times taller than his body. It was an overwhelming and altogether wonderful sight, despite his lingering trauma from seeing the other micrins squished dead, but unfortunately it was also destined to be the last sight Eric would ever enjoy. Free from those outer layers of clothing, Diana let out a lengthy soothed sigh, before cruising her foot forward just a few more precious inches along the floor. That was all it took for the final living micrin here to break out of his reverie, flinching and shrieking in doom, as those same toes he once found so entrancing smacked down toward him. All it took was a single tap from that plump dewdrop-shaped pinky toepad, and Eric was no more.

Meanwhile, only two rooms away – though the equivalent of a miles-long trek for the micrins – another band of miniscule survivalists had spent the better part of the previous hours clambering up the statuesque sofa and coffee table in Diana’s living room. Gabriel, exhausted from the climb, stood proudly in the middle of the plush cushion and gazed across the landscape of the room. This place already felt like home to him. That was when the resident giantess, freshly dressed-down after her return from volleyball, rounded the corner, though again without noticing any of the micrins who’d invaded her home. After one glimpse of the svelte well-toned woman, no matter how dangerously colossal she was, Gabriel’s pulse jumped to overdrive and he was practically salivating with lust. That effect only increased as Diana marched straight toward where the couch-bound micrin had marooned himself, still without showing any hint of recognition, and turned her back on him to switch on the TV. In that moment, Gabriel found himself humbled in the shadow of the smoothest tightest most pleasantly-curvy rear end he’d ever seen, and of course on a scale he never could’ve dreamt of until he saw Diana herself.