Description:

The world ended the day Paula discovered what real power felt like. Once an ordinary art historian, she's now an eight-hundred-foot goddess who reshaped the globe in her own image--and Mike, a journalist handpicked from among the survivors, has just been given the assignment of a lifetime: the first and only interview with the woman the world calls the Great Destroyer.

But as Paula pulls him into her world--quite literally--Mike discovers she's not the monster the headlines painted. She's playful, curious, achingly lonely at the top . . . and very interested in getting to know him at every size imaginable. As the interview stretches into something far more intimate, Mike has to decide whether he can fall for the most powerful woman alive, knowing exactly what she's capable of.

(Giantess, size difference, macro/micro, power fantasy, size-play across multiple scales, size-based vore, dominant giantess/journalist romance — up to 2-mile-tall giantess, average-sized human man)

Excerpt: 

The hood ripped away from Mike's head the moment they escorted him off the boat. His eyes burned from the morning's sun. When his vision cleared, he was facing a trio of men, all of dark complexion. The one in front thrust a bag into his arms, then pointed behind Mike, toward the forest.

And then, without so much as a word, the three of them boarded the boat, then zipped away, leaving him to stare across the twinkling blue water.

He was thinking about how most everyone east of Germany had died rather quickly at the vengeance of the destroyer when he stumbled upon something in the forest that he didn't understand. The trees disappeared and were replaced by an odd wall with strange twisting and turning patterns. When he reached up to touch it, a deep groan sounded from above.

It took a moment to place the odd color of the wall. He followed it up, past the treeline but it had grown blurry after a few hundred feet. The strange patterns he saw were the prints of her toes.

The Great Destroyer, Paula, was standing in front of him, as still as a statue. She possessed some kind of otherworldly ability to remain motionless and observant even though there was a lake's worth of blood coursing through her body. To the giantess, he was no more than half an inch tall. He could see the shadows between her toes.

"Don't move a muscle," she said from high above him. It sounded both dainty and powerful. Either way, he did as she asked.

The world trembled as she took a step back. The dirt displaced by her foot was enough to bury a house.

She took a knee far back, then he was staring at her giant hand. It came down in front of him, palm up, and he knew right away what she wanted. Reluctantly, he stepped upon her nail, climbed atop her fingertip, then walked down her finger until he was on her palm.

No sooner did he start to sit did she lift her hand to her face. She stared at him—it must have been as hard for her to see him now as it had been for him to see her from the ground. But now, he was staring at his own reflection in her green eye.

"Let's go somewhere private to talk," she said, and he wondered how someone eight-hundred feet tall could expect privacy. "I've been eager to meet you, Mike."

He nodded just as she started to walk off. It was like moving in slow-motion, or perhaps like she was wading through molasses. Each footfall sounded like a howitzer cannon.

Other Info:

5,928 words

Originally Published: June 30th, 2023

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