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The day of my ascension to goddesshood lined up with my best friend’s trip across the continent to attend some lame seminar, or something. Having already talked to her about this fantasy and knowing she’d love it, I snapped my fingers and grew her to a much more fitting size, sending her a few texts reading, ‘heyy, you seemed bored so I thought you’d enjoy having some fun at this size instead ❤️‍’

She wasted no time in streaming her new place in the world to me, tilting the phone screen down for me to get a good look at the devastation going on at her feet. Without her moving a muscle, 750 people had died and many more were injured with every one of her slightest twitches causing buildings to collapse as if they were mere cardboard simulacra.

Unfortunately for the rest of the city’s inhabitants, she wasn’t planning on staying still, cautiously taking her first step onto a residential area. Fiona wanted to enjoy her first steps as a giantess to the fullest, stepping down first with the chunky stiletto and then slowly bringing down the rest of her boot-sole down onto the screaming populace who held each other tight during their last moments as the pitch-black sole of an uncaring girl’s boot came down on everything they knew and loved at an agonisingly slow pace.

“Ooh, that’s a super nice sensation, knowing my new platforms just crushed so many people… kinda hot~”

Thousands had already died for her momentary stimulation, but the death toll was only climbing more by the second as she went on a walk, shuddering with pleasure as her feet came down on more and more lives, splattering them in a fraction of a second. A businessman having just signed a billion-dollar deal and a homeless man begging on the street were equal in the eyes of their new goddess, both being utterly powerless to stop her two classy black harbingers of judgement.

Reaching a packed stadium, she gazed down at the thousands of attendees with pure contempt, raising her foot over the stands.

“You wanna know what you are? You’re not worthy to die under my feet, or my cute platforms.”

Massive projectiles began raining down onto the spectators, comprised of both the debris of the neighbourhoods she had stepped on and the dirt that had already been in her treads before she grew. Just one of these meteors, barely a speck to Fiona, killed dozens as it slammed down onto a large family that had gotten together to watch the game and a few bystanders. After just twenty seconds of her having held her boot over the stadium, it already had an apocalyptic appearance with over half the attendees dead.

“You’re less than the dirt in my treads, fuckers~”

With a smirk on her face, she turned back around to the city, noticing a convoy of thousands, many injured among them, trying to flee the city and her wrath.

“Who gave you permission to leave again?” Fiona’s voice boomed through the entire city as she leaned her head down, a glob of spit forming on her lips and dropping down onto the crowd, easily enveloping it and crushing those it directly impacted, the rest sentenced to die a slow and agonising death by drowning. The struggles of some specks trying to escape the thick liquid to no avail weren’t interesting enough for Fiona though, as she turned her attention back to her phone.

“Imagine spending your last moments on this Earth drowning in my girlboss spit…” She said, chuckling at her own statement. “I’m such a bitch~”

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Description
The day of my ascension to goddesshood lined up with my best friend’s trip across the continent to attend some lame seminar, or something. Having already talked to her about this fantasy and knowing she’d love it, I snapped my fingers and grew her to a much more fitting size, sending her a few texts reading, ‘heyy, you seemed bored so I thought you’d enjoy having some fun at this size instead ❤️‍’

She wasted no time in streaming her new place in the world to me, tilting the phone screen down for me to get a good look at the devastation going on at her feet. Without her moving a muscle, 750 people had died and many more were injured with every one of her slightest twitches causing buildings to collapse as if they were mere cardboard simulacra.

Unfortunately for the rest of the city’s inhabitants, she wasn’t planning on staying still, cautiously taking her first step onto a residential area. Fiona wanted to enjoy her first steps as a giantess to the fullest, stepping down first with the chunky stiletto and then slowly bringing down the rest of her boot-sole down onto the screaming populace who held each other tight during their last moments as the pitch-black sole of an uncaring girl’s boot came down on everything they knew and loved at an agonisingly slow pace.

“Ooh, that’s a super nice sensation, knowing my new platforms just crushed so many people… kinda hot~”

Thousands had already died for her momentary stimulation, but the death toll was only climbing more by the second as she went on a walk, shuddering with pleasure as her feet came down on more and more lives, splattering them in a fraction of a second. A businessman having just signed a billion-dollar deal and a homeless man begging on the street were equal in the eyes of their new goddess, both being utterly powerless to stop her two classy black harbingers of judgement.

Reaching a packed stadium, she gazed down at the thousands of attendees with pure contempt, raising her foot over the stands.

“You wanna know what you are? You’re not worthy to die under my feet, or my cute platforms.”

Massive projectiles began raining down onto the spectators, comprised of both the debris of the neighbourhoods she had stepped on and the dirt that had already been in her treads before she grew. Just one of these meteors, barely a speck to Fiona, killed dozens as it slammed down onto a large family that had gotten together to watch the game and a few bystanders. After just twenty seconds of her having held her boot over the stadium, it already had an apocalyptic appearance with over half the attendees dead.

“You’re less than the dirt in my treads, fuckers~”

With a smirk on her face, she turned back around to the city, noticing a convoy of thousands, many injured among them, trying to flee the city and her wrath.

“Who gave you permission to leave again?” Fiona’s voice boomed through the entire city as she leaned her head down, a glob of spit forming on her lips and dropping down onto the crowd, easily enveloping it and crushing those it directly impacted, the rest sentenced to die a slow and agonising death by drowning. The struggles of some specks trying to escape the thick liquid to no avail weren’t interesting enough for Fiona though, as she turned her attention back to her phone.

“Imagine spending your last moments on this Earth drowning in my girlboss spit…” She said, chuckling at her own statement. “I’m such a bitch~”

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Collab with the brilliant cbagts123 , give him a watch if you haven't already~!