Call Me a Goddess

I'm sooo fucking massive. I'm laying down on the East Coast right now. As in... I'm laying down on, like, all of it. New York, New Jersey, hell fucking Vermont probably are all buried under my ass. What's left of them anyway. My toes are mashing around what's left of Florida. If I laid back down, my head would probably be somewhere around Quebec.

You get the idea. I'm big now. Really fucking big. How far is it from Florida to New York? Almost a thousand miles, right? That means I've got to be... close to two thousand miles tall, I guess.  That sounds crazy, but I it must be true. I guess it's no crazier than saying I buried the entire West Coast under me.

This is it. This is the finale of my big destruction tour. The thing I've been building up to for what seems like ages now... and it's boring. I'm so big that it only took a minute to smash all of it. A hundred million people smashed under my ass in a minute, and I barely even register it. Destroying their cities is the only thing that stops the boredom of my existence. Or at least, it was supposed to. But I'm pretty bored right now.

This was supposed to be the big, explosive climax, but it ended with a whimper, not a bang. After this... Well, there's nowhere to go. Except bigger.

I thought about shrinking. Not only that... I actually tried to shrink down. I really, really tried. Not all the way down to normal size, of course. I'm never going back to that. Just... smaller. I grow little by little, so it only makes sense that shrinking would work the same way, right? I thought maybe I'd shrink down to a mile tall, see how that feels, then take it from there. I miss the early days, when I was only a few hundred feet tall, and I could still feel people crunching under my feet.

But it turns out... I'm not as omnipotent as I hoped I was. I can't shrink down. My growth is like a ratchet. It only goes in one direction: bigger. Every growth spurt, as good as it feels, takes me even farther from normal size. Even farther from my own humanity. This life bores me. This world bores me.

That brings me to the big question at hand. Should I destroy the world? I don't see much reason not to. It's all just so boring here. It's lonely at the top, as they say. I really feel all alone now. I haven't seen or heard anyone else for months. If everyone in the world disappeared, I'd have no way of knowing.

The people beneath me are abstractions. I can't see them, even if I squint. I'm so big now, I can't even hear their screams when I put my ear to the ground. I don't know how long it's been since I've seen a face. Months, years... it's got to be years at this point, right? I haven't kept track of the days, and I barely notice the weather now. I think that I disrupted it, my size threw everything off. Probably even the rotation of the earth.

Maybe I should eat the world. I'm not big enough, not yet. I'm only, I don't know, ten or twenty miles tall now? But I could grow that big, easily enough. I could start off small, nibbling my way through cities, devouring the countryside, until I'm big enough to devour entire nations. It would be a feast unlike any other.

I imagine the nations of the world, their cities and monuments, crumbling beneath my feet. Then I laugh, as I remember I can also shrink as small as I want, so I could scoop up the tiny world in my hand, marveling at its delicate beauty and laughing at the absurdity of it all.

I could stretch myself, pushing up the dirt and rock and trees, until eventually entire nations are the size of a toy town, ready to be gulped up by my vast maw.

I could stretch myself until I'm bigger than the world, bigger than anything has ever been. I'd have to be careful not to let my size get out of control, or else I might end up destroying everything in my path. But that's the beauty of being a giantess – I can always grow bigger, and I can use my size to my advantage if I choose wisely.

Power. That's what I have now. I can do whatever I want with the world. I can reshape it, redesign it, obliterate it–all with the power of my will. The possibilities are limitless.

I take a deep breath, and I start to swell up, larger and larger, feeling the ground tremble beneath me as I become a titan among mortals. I look out over the land – mountains, forests, and villages – and the realization of my power takes hold in me.

I flex my fingers and feel a thrill of delight as my giant form shifts and shifts again until I'm a full hundred miles high, my head reaching the limits of the sky. I can do anything now – my powers are vast. I could destroy entire cities, pick up whole oceans, move mountains – all in a single thought. It's power beyond imagination.

I look down at the world once more, and can't help but grin. I'm a giantess, and I'm famous. There's no one who can stop me.

With my new powers, the possibilities are limitless. I reach out with my mind and will the ground to move at my command. With a few gestures, I raise mountains and valleys, redirect rivers, and create a new landscape. Everywhere I go, I leave my mark - giant footprints, giant rocks, giant trees, giant structures - all a testament to my might.

I am now an unstoppable force of nature, a living legend, and I can do anything I want. The world is mine.

You know, I used to think it sounded silly, but... I guess I am kind of a goddess. Like, what the hell else are you going to call me? I used to think it was cringe to call myself that, but... Fuck it. It's what I am. I'm a fucking goddess. I'm a destroyer of worlds. Well, one world, anyway. If I want to be. And I might as well at this point. I've already smashed half of the world already, I may as well finish the job.

I laugh as I survey the land beneath me. I am an all-powerful titan now, and the world can be whatever I want it to be. The power of creation is within me. I can shape the land, command the elements, and control the minds of those beneath me...