Modeling in a Tiny City (Mini) (Patreon)

[Due to so many of my major projects being in early stages of creation, I've decided to fill the gap by uploading a few mini-stories I recently wrote as requests for a reader. Please enjoy these little snacks! They may be just a few paragraphs long, but I think the details are rich and worthwhile~

The following short features a single giga-sized woman, with themes of destruction/crush and handplay.]

They stared skyward into that red streak into the sky, that cloud-reaching mass upheld by pillars of the smoothest skin. The masses of a sprawling city rioted in the cold of her moonlit shadow, her millions of victims straining themselves to comprehend what was devastating their civilization. Few were in position to understand that the behemoth before them was a woman -- a model wearing flashy crimson silk, perfect in her figure, yet manifested within their city as a colossal, carefree destroyer -- but all the same were they joined into the very panic she thrived above.

The humongous body lurked forward. She was situated on her knees, callous to how each of her legs had raked up rows of multilane streets and the buildings between them. The thickness of her thighs weighed threateningly above the city division directly under her, but in that humiliating perspective, they were fortunately overlooked -- for the time being. She continued to crane forward, her chest nearly concealing the smug expression that beamed down at the several city blocks just in front of her. The tiny cars and their dots of life especially sparkled amidst the powerless buildings, acting well as targets to be aimed at.

Since her explosive debut into the city, she had felt the pop and crunch of structures crumbling under her, always tickled by that sensation. So much significance, and surely so much life, all flattened into dust wherever she tread. But that had been undersole, too far for her tastes; licking her lips, her excitement accelerated when she imagined that destruction tingling her fingertips, and a giggle escaped her as her hand formed for that decisive action.

Fate plummeted upon tens of thousands of people. They roared into screams of horror as they heard and felt the upcoming rush of the titan’s hand, the many of them utterly unable to resist her curious touch. The palm befell the selection of buildings, instantly warping the urban architecture into a barren, smoldering crater. Her meteoric impact on the city was tailed with a sigh of pleasure, just before that same hand swiped into the adjacent sector, bulldozing through without anything to resist her. If anything remained stable between her fingers, it was certainly crushed when she flexed her grip, bringing the spillage of ash up to bust-height before it all sifted into the air -- nothing persisted, except for her steady smile.