Script: "Lucy dreaming" (Patreon)

The sound of singing birds and children's laughter fill the air. Alone on a large, egg-white blankett, in the middle of a busy park on a warm summer day, sits a young woman. The light breeze animates her long, wavy hair, as she closes her eyes and leans back, letting the sun’s rays caress her beautiful face with it’s petite nose and smooth features. Now on her back, she spreads her arms and legs out, as if readying herself to receive the entirety of the world in one big embrace. Her lips curl into a smile as she shuts her eyes. Her friends called her Lucy, though that wasn't her real name, and she was letting her imagination take her where ever her heart wanted it to go...

She was standing fantastically tall, her short summer skirt blowing in the wind, as her mouth opens in surprise at her now miniaturized surroundings. Down below, people look up in awe or run in terror, as she tests her new gained height by taking a long stride onto a nearby street. Setting her sandal clad foot down, a taxi and its occupants are instantly flattened, the car's metal frame bending to her weight like it had been nothing but a discarded paper cup. She giggles and lifts her foot, setting it down hard on another passing car, causing an explosion of glass and metal flakes. People are now running away from her and she rises to the challenge. Taking of her sandals, she hunts them down barefoot and stomps them flat by the dussin.

Some people figure they need to avoid the open street, so they try to hide under cars or behind dumpsters. Their attempts make Lucy smile, as she gets down on all fours to fish them out. One by one, but occasionally two at a time, she proceeds to eat them. She swallows them all down whole and alive and their small efforts make it all the more pleasurable.

When she’s had her fill, and most people are either crushed, eaten or have scattered out of sight, she sits down on a nearby building to rest and digest....

Her eyes open leisurely, as she slowly wakes up, laying on the egg-white blankett. The sun is lower on the sky now, but it’s rays are still warm, making her feel all nice and snug. She yawns and smacks her lips a few times, rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes, as she sits back up. The park is now empty, so she must have drifted off for some time.

She stands up and gets ready to collect her things and that’s when she sees it. The ground before her, it was sunk down several feet... in the shape of a gigantic footprint. She looks down at her bare feet, dirty with mud and blood, then up at her discarded sandal, larger than a delivery truck. Her fingers caress her bare tummy and she can feel the shifting weight of all those people, squirming and moving, still alive inside of her. 

The sound of distant screams and sirens fill the air. Best to pack up and go home.