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She couldn’t run. She was rooted to the spot. She turned, yet couldn’t bring herself to get away. Actually, she felt an attraction; a pull towards a body whose gravity was greater than her own. She felt like she had gravity a moment before. She was vaguely aware that she had felt all powerful over the bugs in the streets at her feet, at buildings she could shove over. She was vaguely aware of her boyfriend’s car in her hand, ready to be crushed like a soda can and thrown across the city into some random building. Now it felt different. God she wished she could hold that frustrating idiot of a boyfriend. Now she felt like the insect.

The woman in front of her - above her - and looming over the whole city was beautiful and powerful. Not just her size, but Audrey could sense her presence. She must have been a performer. “Must have been” because now neither of them were what they had been. They were giants now. Well, Audrey was a giant, but she felt this woman was a goddess. She was looking down directly at her. She was fixed to the spot by her eyes. The sun glistened off the larger woman’s skin as she raised a finger to her nipple and stroked, in slow circular motions around the areola, occasionally flicking across the tip, until it was hard. Then she cupped her perfect tit and kneaded it. She was longing for something too. Audrey hadn’t thought of herself as bi before. The goddess reached down her hand towards Audrey. It fell from the sky in a way that she knew she could not avoid it. Running was useless. It was inevitable. She felt the shadow fall over her and then the gigantic fingers wrap around her. The goddess’s skin was soft, and smelt of coconut butter. And Audrey, still clutching the car, was being raised into the air.

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Njord

Your writing only gets better, as I’ve said before—Audrey’s ascending perspective on her own relative smallness and powerlessness despite being huge and powerful comes across wonderfully—and I have the deepest desire to hear that beautiful goddess speak to her.

pandozagts

Ah thank you! This came out quite quickly, sometimes its best if I don't think about it too much, and I just try to write without having to think about narrative or world building.