This Little World of Ours

Hey, folks. Here's a fun lil render set I've been cooking up. I enjoyed making it so much that I decided to spin a yarn out of it for Elle Largesse's September Kinky Scribble Challenge! Below you can find the accompanying story called "This Little World of Ours".

Please be advised, the story contains Accidental Destruction and Implied Death

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For a few moments after she appeared, there was relative calm. The sudden calamity of a middle aged woman appearing out of nowhere to flatten a several downtown boroughs was replaced almost as quickly with incredulous silence as the dust settled. Sure, car alarms pierced the air, the sirens of emergency vehicles wailed faintly in the distance, but that was a mouse's squeak compared to the lion's roar of her arrival. Cautiously, people poked their heads up and out of their homes, anxious to sneak a peek at what had sundered their mid-afternoon apart so thoroughly. No one on the ground could make any sense of the shapes they saw, soft and shiny and impossibly large, looming higher than the tallest buildings in the area with an overwhelming scent of coconut oil. And those brief glimpses were all they got when she finally started to stir.

Jo-Ann was no stranger to waking up a little tipsy. Nor was she a stranger to falling asleep outside. The comfort of her poolside lounger led to many an accidental nap, the several Brass Monkeys she tied on while she luxuriated in the warm sun certainly didn't help. Like most of those short kips, the omnipresent stimulus of the world around her tickled her senses and once again, the dark-haired woman began to wake up. To her, the routine of rising from such a short slumber was insignificant, the body on autopilot. But for the people below her, the people beneath her, watching the behemoth rise to life was nothing short of apocalyptic.

There was a sharp inhale, loud as it was brief, it's sudden shrillness rattling the windows of the surviving structures nearby. A long drawn out exhale followed, bathing the metropolitan area in a wash of warm breath that carried notes of citrus juice and Bacardi in its intolerable wake. Her legs, longer than any neighbourhood, shifted in stilted fits, devastating the very earth they came to rest upon. Groggy and weary, Jo-Ann groaned, her closeness to the ground shooting powerful reverberations into the city as she shifted in place and opened her eyes. 

People near the scene swore they could hear the fluttering of her heavy lashes as the bleary-eyed titaness blinked, wrestling with the visual signals she was now receiving. With the afternoon sun resting lazily behind her, the entire world before Jo-Ann was wreathed in the enormity of her shadow. The land in front of her was dark and inscrutable, her adjusting eyes giving her no clues as to what exactly she was looking at. But, Jo-Ann knew what it wasn't. It wasn't her bed, it wasn't her poolside lounger or even a couch in the den, it was alien and strange. Startled and confused, the titanic woman jolted upward and the incalculable weight of her breasts carved a ruinous path of demolition through the city blocks below as she pushed herself away from the unknown landscape. Her head thrummed with mild pain as she tried to work things out, where she was, how she got there, surfacing only a bubbling annoyance at the weirdo she rented her basement to. Whatever their name was, she couldn't recollect right now. All that came to mind was the workshop they had built in her basement suite, the odd projects they were toiling away on in the dead of night and how terribly it grated on Jo-Ann. The last thing the dark-haired woman could recall for certain was imbibing a little liquid courage and deciding to march down to that workshop. She had wanted to confront the little creep, really give them a piece of her mind, but all that couldn't have mattered less right now.

She shifted again, feeling something odd press against her chest. Squinting through her tortoise-shell glasses, the enormous woman lay her gaze upon an object, a structure she hadn't noticed until it grazed her soft breasts. Protruding through her cleavage like a lewd obelisk, a high rise apartment sat untouched by her terrible presence and Jo-Ann could only marvel with quiet bewilderment as she observed it and the world around it. From there, her groggy eyes lurched forward farther and farther until the alien terrain melded into something tangible and familiar. Streets. Trees. Buildings. Cars. People. All impossibly small, like she had somehow stumbled onto the model train displays her ex husband would fawn over. Jo-Ann furrowed her brow, her head swimming with a million conflicting thoughts and ideas. Needing to see more, the megalithic middle-aged woman sat up on her knees, displacing thousands of tonnes of earth and masonry as her thick calves bulldozed the entire neighbourhood beneath her. 

The soft crumbling of the world below felt oddly satisfying to Jo-Ann. She fondly remembered lounging on the beach, feeling clumps of dry sand fall to dust at her slightest touch. The sensation was familiar, putting her at odds with the bizarre scenery. She planted a hand firmly onto the ground for balance, taking a second to gawk at the plumes of thick dust and debris that shot outward from the impact. From there, she surveyed the landscape again, pouring over the sprawling splotches of greens and greys and browns. Over and over, the monolithic milf carefully inspected the world around her, finding no solace in any of information she was able to gather. She had no choice but to arrive at the same conclusion as before. 

Jo-Ann was perched atop an extremely detailed recreation of her city, one seeming to be so accurate that she could even make out the streers familiar to her from on high. This miniscule representation of her world was complete with the ambience of a city in panic, all the sights and sounds of urban life were present, but felt so distant from her lofty vantage point. The horizon seemed to sprawl endlessly, in every direction, with no roof or ceiling overhead. Was it possible she was outside? The sun bearing down over her shoulder felt like the genuine article, no walls or ceiling were anywhere to be seen. All at once, she had never felt so far from and so close to her home.

With her free hand, Jo-Ann cupped her forehead, the minor headache within buzzing louder and louder as her mind struggled to make sense of things. All the evidence she had gathered seemed to point towards one fantastical impossibility, a notion so ridiculous that Jo-Ann dared not complete the thought out of sheer absurdity. She felt drunk, she knew this. She felt disoriented, dizzy, dazed. But for all of that, Jo-Ann did not feel as though she had lost touch with reality. She was in her body, experiencing something as real as anything she had ever felt. This was no dream, no deluded conjurings of a wild imagination. And yet, the arithmetic of the situation could only mean one outlandish thing. She had fought against this conclusion but at her wits end, assured in her lucidity, Jo-Ann looked down at the ground beneath her and the situation recontextualized in an instant.

She was fucking massive. 

Jo-Ann jerked in place, realizing that every point of contact she made with the world below was a catastrophe on a scale she couldn't comprehend, but there was nowhere for her to go and lessen that impact. Merely by existing, she was an existential threat to everything and everyone around her. Sweat beaded on her brow, goosebumps rippled across her soft skin, her heartbeat reached a pace that she normally reserved for panic attacks, but no sense of dread or anxiety seemed to grip the dark haired woman this time. With heavy, excited breaths, Jo-Ann looked down at the streets below and imagined the possibilities afforded to her now, all the things she could do, all the fun she could have with this little world of ours.