70-Mile-Jenny
By Hedin
Jenny had dreamt about it the night before. She remembered most of her dreams
and this one had been very special. She had seen herself driving down the road
to Pentiumville and suddenly the road had ended abruptly just where the town
should have been. Instead, she had stopped at the edge of a deep black hole. Far
down on the ground she had seen a sky filled with beautiful stars. Then the
dream had slowly vanished as she sunk into a deeper sleep. Jenny was curious.
She had often found that her dreams could be related to her real life. Her
dreams were somewhat coded but she had never been clever enough to guess their
meanings before they would happen. But then she forgot about the dream at work.
She was a social worker in the communal hospital and there were always people
whose fate was bad enough to capture her thoughts during the working hours. Then
in the evening, she was in her flat and had just seen the news. Now it was her
time for a nice book. She was a fan of Science Fiction, but today she felt more
like a good old Miss Marple. Nearly one hour later, the book had a scene on a
dark road out on the fields. Jenny was reminded of her dream. She was curious
again and with a nice tickle of excitement down in her stomach she got her keys
and left the house. The road to Pentiumville was nearly an hour away. Then it
would still be 40 minutes to the town. It was already dark as she finally
reached the road. The sky was filled with stars and sometimes she found herself
stargazing instead of watching the bad roads. She got her pay when she didn´t
see the potholes in the small carpet of light from the headlights. She was
nicely shaken when the shocks couldn´t take the large cracks in the road. But
her car was old and it didn´t matter. After 30 minutes she slowed down.
Somewhere ahead was the place where she had found the slope in her dream. The
tires were screeching and the car stopped just in time. The ground before her
car dropped off suddenly, just like her dream. The road suddenly ended. She got
out of her car and walked over to the edge. It was like being at the end of the
world. Far down, she saw stars and she was sure that this was no reflection on
water or something. There was a sky down in a deep hole. The walls were pitch
black, so she walked back to her car and turned off the lights. Carefully, she
moved through the darkness until she felt that she was near the edge. After some
minutes, her eyes had adapted to the darkness. The light of the stars was enough
for her to see that the walls of this large pit didn´t go straight down.
Carefully, she sat on the edge and removed her sandals. Climbing in heels was no
better than suicide, but leaving her shoes in the darkness was a waste of money.
So she closed the delicate ankle straps around the belt of her jeans and started
to lower her body down. Her jeans slid over the stones until she found a good
footing nearly three foot below the edge. It was like a natural stairway of
rocks that lead down into the darkness. Luckily, there seemed to be no sharp
edges, and the ground was still warm from the heat of the day. Jenny didn´t
waste a thought on dangers. This was more and more unreal. Like in an exciting
dream, she jumped down the next rocks. After twenty minutes, she looked back for
the first time. Against the star-filled sky she saw a small dark shape that was
the front of her car. She estimated that it was about 100 feet above her. The
steep walls had now turned into a soft slope and she couldn´t see any trace of
the stars on the ground. There were just rocks. She dissmissed the thought of
seeing stars as part of her imagination; it was probably the desire to recreate
last night's dream.
Now she had moved far enough. She knew the place, and the first small houses
of Pentiumville should have been right here. But there was only rock. She didn´t
feel too good about the disappearance of the stars, and now she was really
worried. It was like Pentiumville had disappeared along with the ground below,
leaving a crater with a depth of more than 100 feet and at least three miles in
diameter. Suddenly there was a light. She saw a beam of deep blue rays, only
slightly brighter than the surrounding darkness. The ray touched the ground
where she had estimated the center of the former Pentiumville had been. Jenny
fell into a run. The beam was more than a mile from her, but she was in good
shape and had almost reached it when it suddenly disappeared. As she arrived at
the spot it was completely dark again. She squatted and touched the ground. The
ground was smooth stone. After some searching, she found a small rock no larger
than her fist. Somehow the rock was strange. Jenny stood and tried to look at
it, but it was too dark. The rock was nearly a round slice, but it felt very
different from the stone ground she felt under her barefeet. Then it came to her
that the stone below was smooth. However, this stone had really sharp edges and
it was brittle. She felt that everywhere she touched it there were small pieces
breaking off. What had the blue beam done? What was the blue beam? She thought
about the possibility that a nuclear missile site had been in Pentiumville.
Perhaps there had been an underground explosion and the area of one hundred
miles around was a contaminated dead zone. But before other horrible
explanations came to her mind the blue beam was back. It touched the stone in
her hand and she somehow wanted to get out of the way. She jumped aside to avoid
the beam hitting her and the stone but the beam followed the stone. Before it
came to her to drop the stone, the beam disappeared. She touched herself.
Everything was normal. There was her T-shirt, her hair, her jeans and her shoes.
She squatted down again to put the stone back and retreat before the beam was
back. But then she was surprised. There was a small hole in the ground. A hole
that was just the size of the stone. She had to turn it a bit but then it slid
in place fitting perfectly. 'Strange,' she thought. She had been sure that the
hole hadn´t been there before. Perhaps the beam had created it and the form of
the stone had been scanned while she was holding it. But why? And now that the
stone was in place she couldn´t feel the slightest crack in the ground. Nothing.
Just smooth ground, somewhat dirty. Then she touched the ground again. Yes, the
ground was covered by a thin layer of dust. Something strange had happened. She
hoped that the beam hadn´t been a transporter. The thought of aliens was in her
mind. What if they had transported her for some experiments? 'I had better find
my car.' She thought. Quickly, she turned around and looked up. The stone walls
had disappeared and the dark shape of her car had vanished with them. Only the
stars had not changed. Jenny looked for known constellations. The great dipper
was there, Cygnus with the bright star Deneb, and all the others. She sighed.
She was still on earth. The constellations hadn´t changed. Perhaps she had been
transported out of the creater by this beam. The thought of aliens returned.
They had wanted her out of the way for some reason. Jenny knew to read the
signs. In the darkness, it would be impossible to find her car, so she had to
walk until she found the larger road. Then she had to decide if she should walk
back to her car or towards an emergency phone.
Looking for Polaris, she decided that it would be best to walk south. The
road was somewhere in that direction... Deputy Shane was just sitting in his
car. The lights were turned off and he was listening to the soft music from the
radio. He loved night patrols. If the night was starry like this one, he would
leave the highway to drive a few miles down a small road into the desert. There,
he looked up into the skies. Most of the time his job involved dealing with
human made catastrophies, crimes, or anything. So he enjoyed the few peaceful
moments. He would sit here like so often and hope that there wasn´t any distress
call, like another drunk husband beating his wife until she was ready for
hospital. Suddenly, he heard a noise like a tornado and the stars disappeared.
Before Shane managed to have another thought, his existence was terminated in an
earth shattering thunderclap.
Marton didn´t feel the earthquake. His truck was quite old, and the highway
through the desert had sunk for an inch or two from time to time so there was
nothing to think about when the truck bucked a little. When he heard the noise
of a storm, he grabbed the wheel with both hands. It was good to be prepared for
some bursts of wind. He had been blown off the road years ago. Since then, he
knew to be careful with the wind when driving a truck. His right hand had just
touched the wheel, when suddenly his life was snuffed out, heralded by another
thunderclap.
After a few steps, Jenny saw a light in front of her. A female firebug was
crawling on the ground before her. A cold shiver ran down her spine. She was
still walking barefoot, and now she thought of all the insects that lived in the
sand beneath her feet. What if she stepped on a poisonous bug, or even a
scorpion? Quickly, she slid her feet between the thin straps of her sandals. The
soles should give some protection. The firebug had saved her from a possible
sting, but Jenny had no mercy concerning insects. Quickly, she stepped on it and
was surprised that there was nothing to be felt under her sole. But, as she
lifted her foot from the spot, there was no bit of light. Maybe the dust on the
ground had softened the noise and she had stepped down too hard to feel
anything. She tried a few steps and found the ground hard enough to walk in the
high-heeled sandals. Sometimes, she kicked up a little bit of dust with the tip
of her sole, but it was thin enough to be blown off whenever she moved her foot
forward.
Wesley Torben was drunk again. He was always drunk on Thursdays. He was
drinking for the loss of his wife two years ago. But if the people in town said,
'He´s always drunk on Thursday', they knew that he was also drunk on Monday,
Tuesday; simply the whole week. He had bought a small house in the desert and
was only seen in town to get some food and, of course, whiskey. He missed no one
of the living and no one missed him. This time he was laying in front of his
house, in the gateway towards the road. Somehow, he had run out of whiskey
before he was completely unconscious. But, on the other hand, he was just unable
to walk. So he was moving on all fours towards the road into town. His senses
were nearly out when he suddenly heard the sound of an airplane approaching. Old
pictures of war came up in his mind and he dropped flat and shouted. 'Wheee
areee unher aytaaack! Burb!' Then the plane was above him, and the bomb hit his
house. Suddenly, he was surrounded by flying debris. Splinters and chunks of
wood dropped down on him, then small rocks. The earth heaved and he was hurled
into the air along with the remains of his house. Then his almost deafened ears
heard the sound of the departing plane. The shock had cleared his head. One
minute later, he was up and walked through the darkness. Every part of his body
hurt after the debris of crashed wood and stones had shredded his clothing into
pieces. The explosion had torn cracks and fissures in the rocky ground and he
had to cross a large crack that was at least three feet across. Luckily, he was
still too drunk to think about its depth. He reached the place where his shack
had been. The large wooden poles that had been rammed into the ground were still
there but the air pressure had cut them off a foot above the ground. He moved in
the direction of the debris. Then he found the heavy metal case. It had flown at
least twenty feet and was now lying toppled over and broken before him. He
lifted the box and there, protected under the metal, was his flashlight. The
glass was broken but the bulb was OK. The batteries were fresh. He used it to
scare off rats when he was drunk. Now this nonsense had turned out to be indeed
useful. The ground was covered with rubble. Most of the wooden parts had been
driven away. Some fifty feet from his position, he saw the torn pieces that had
been the roof of the shack. Then he walked towards the house. This time he
didn't cross the large crack. The flashlight proved that it was at least fifteen
feet deep. Then he arrived at his house. But there was no crater. There was just
a mountain of rubble stretching out towards the east and the west. It was up to
200 feet high. His house had been buried by the rubble or blown away by the
explosion. He started to climb the hill. When he was on top, the moon was high
and he could see the large crater. He couldn´t believe this. The alcohol had
lost most of its influence on him, and now he saw the crater clearly. One third
of a mile in diameter and of a strange form. That was impossible. The
mountaineous ring of rubble he was standing on looked normal. But two hundred
feet below him, the crater had a completely impossible form. There wasn´t a
slope covered with debris. There was just a wall of perhaps 1000 feet. Some
parts of the wall were broken, and rubble and larger rocks had dropped into the
gigantic hole. He could see the places where the cracks in the ground radiated
outwards. Turning around, he could see that the crack running next to his former
shack was merely a fissure against the four other cracks that he could see from
his position. The cracks were like the grand canyon and there had to be at least
twelve more that he could not see from his position. He could not imagine what
had happened, but he wanted to find out. He climbed down into the crater.
Before Jenny could take another step, she just stopped. There was a bright
spot on the ground. It looked as if the dustcrumbs in this area were emitting
yellow and white light. Some of the lights were flickering like weak stars in
the sky. There were hundreds of these tiny dots some inches right of her right
sandal. Curious, she lifted her right foot and stepped over the spot so she
could squat down and watch it closely between her thighs.
Wesley Torben had reached the edge of the crater. Just in front of him, the
ground had sunk hundreds of feet and the walls fell straight down until they met
the ground in a perfect right angle. Wesly looked around and finally, he found a
place where one of the canyon-sized cracks had broken the wall. Large rocks and
rubble had slid back into the pit so there was a ravine to the ground. It would
be dangerous as he could not be sure if the stones wouldn´t slide down further.
But the alcohol that was left made the decision easy. He wanted to climb down.
'Strange' Jenny thought, 'just as I moved my foot, some of the crumbs darkened.'
She had spread her thighs and looked down at the lightspot. It covered an area
she compared to the tip of her big toe and she had never seen anything like this
before. Using three fingers of her left hand for support, she leaned forward a
bit to bring her face closer to the miracle she found. But still she couldn´t
see anything more. So she just dropped her knees on either side of the spot, and
got on all fours. Again, she watched as the spot grew weaker. She knew about
algaes that emitted light. Maybe this was a kind that was sensitive to the
slight tremors of the ground when someone neared. So they darkened to hide from
possible foes. Now that she was on all fours, she stretched her legs and used
her arms to push herself backwards until her face was right above the spot.
Then, she lowered herself until she lay comfortably on her stomach. It took a
moment until her eyes focused on this short distance.
Wesley had finally reached the ground. There he stood, and he couldn´t
explain his surroundings. The ground was solid rock. He couldn´t explain it. He
could imagine that a really large meteor would create a crater of this size, but
he had often watched the moon with his small telescope. This wasn´t the crater
of a meteor. A meteor crater had a mountain in its center and the walls wouldn´t
rise vertically. The ground looked like it was compressed by an unimaginable
force. He sat down in astonishment, and as he did so he noticed something. There
was a pattern on the ground. It was a pattern of large structures. Every 50 feet
there rose a strucure that looked like a rounded pyramid with the upper half
missing. The structures rose about 30 feet and there was indeed a regular
pattern. This was stranger and stranger, but proved one thing. The ground had
been compressed by something that had been created by an intelligent lifeform.
He was drunk, and he knew it. But he couldn´t think of anything else other than
an intelligent lifeform that could create a pattern like this. He thought of a
large metal platform that could have descended here. Yes, something like the
supports of a giant spaceship. He thought of the airplane he had heard. Yes, the
pattern was the profile of a spaceship support. Perhaps he had blacked out when
it happened so he couldn´t see the ship. He rose from the ground.
Jenny looked at the light spots and couldn´t tell what she was looking at.
She was near enough to see an interesting pattern. The light dots formed small
lines that crossed each other like a net. Some of the lines were brighter;
others were so dark that she could hardly detect them. She saw dark spots where
the emission of light had stopped as she had moved. This was nothing like plants
or microbes. This was a regular pattern. It looked delicate and the dots that
were still shining made it look like a piece of jewelry. But it was so tiny.
Jenny felt her heart beating from excitement. She wanted to find out the secret
of this light. But how? She couldn´t see anything but light dots. With a little
fear and trembling from excitement she moved her index finger towards the spot.
Her fingertip would have covered at least one third of its area so she intended
to use her long, shapely fingernail. For a moment, the lights reflected on the
red paint that covered her nail, but then her nail touched the ground.
As the next earthquake hit the town there were again about thirty houses that
simply collapsed. There had never been anything to explain an earthquake of this
intensity out here in the desert. No one could explain. The Sheriff had finally
reached a deputy from Pentiumville. He told an unbelievable story:
Pentiumville was nearly erased. Everything had started with a faint blue beam
that suddenly covered the whole town. Then the beam had disappeared, but every
telephone line was suddenly cut. The radios didn´t work anymore. The power had
been cut. It was pitch black, and suddenly the earthquakes had hit the town. The
deputy said that most of the citizens were dead, since the heavy concussions had
levelled every house within a second. The houses had collapsed and their debris
had been sliding across the streets. He had been lucky, as he had been in the
garage beneath the hotel. Violent forces had hit him. He and his police car had
been sliding through the garage along with twenty other cars. Luckily, he had
been belted and the car had protected him. Now the car was just a wreck. It had
been as if the whole town had been turned over and then back again. Many cars in
the garage lay on their roofs, and all of them were terribly wrecked. Then
suddenly, the blue light had returned. With another heavy earthquake, the cars
had piled up in a corner of the garage. Then there had been an immense booming
sound, like a nuclear explosion, and after some heavy posterior quakes starting
two seconds later, it was suddenly over. The hotel itself had simply
disappeared. Above the garage, there was just the foundation left and nothing
else. He climbed back down into the garage and into the carwreck to get his
searchlight. Back on the surface, he found no house was left. There wasn´t even
debris. It lokked as if a hurricane had sucked everything away. The only things
that were left were some heavily mangled streetlights and the tarmac. There
wasn´t even a phone booth left. Then he had climbed back and tried his radio. It
was intact, and then he called the sheriff. The sheriff didn´t know whether or
not to believe the deputy from Pentiumville. But then again, he knew that every
phone line here was dead. The radios were working, but somehow, the satelite
communication was damaged. He couldn´t get any message out. Then, there was the
next concussion. Suddenly, the lights went dark. They ran out on the street.
They didn´t want to be smashed by the collapsing office. Just as they reached
the street and the Sheriff realized that the power lines for the northern
district had been cut, they saw the sky blacken.
Jenny felt a little guilty. Suddenly, there had been a tiny flash at the edge
of her fingernail, and at that moment the lower right half of the spot went
pitch black. 'It´s dying', she thought. She had to speed up if she wanted to
find out something. Carefully, she moved her fingertip towards the blackened
area. Then she lowered her finger. Nothing. For a moment, she had thought that
there were some tiny sparks were she touched the ground, but then she knew that
she was quite tired and her eyes couldn´t be trusted anymore. She lifted her
index finger and moved it over the still-illuminated part of the spot. Again her
fingertip touched the ground, this time more carefully. And yes, for a slight
moment, she felt something like a thin layer of moss under her finger, but it
disappeared within less than a second. Then she felt again the soft layer of
dust that covered the ground. Now every trace of light disappeared. So, it had
been a strange kind of moss, but it had been too delicate and died at her touch.
'Well,' she thought. 'Better than a hive of ants with tiny headlights.' A shiver
went down her spine. She made three sauntering steps before she stopped again.
She knew that she could never find her car in the darkness. She would have to
wait till dawn. Pooh! A stupid dream, and now she was stuck in the desert. She
had to work tomorrow. She had to sleep. She murmured some curses and decided to
lay down. At first she thought that it would be a hard ground, but somehow, the
dust felt soft and smooth under her body. Quickly, she fell asleep. The Sheriff
and his policemen froze as they realized something black above them. A
searchlight went up and they saw a giant something descending down on them. They
cried out in fear and before they could catch another breath, the descending
thing touched the roofs. Within a tenth of a second, the houses were flattened
and too quick to allow the realization of pain, the men were crushed into the
ground along with the remains of their town. A mere three seconds later the same
fate struck the other half of town. The streetlights were still working and the
people saw this big rounded shape coming towards them. A pattern of thirty feet
high rounded walls covered the surface that looked somehow familiar. Only three
or four were quick enough to think of a fingerprint before the pink masses came
down and flattened them mercilessly.
The hours passed. Finally, the day started to dawn. A distance of 500 miles
on the other end of the desert, a technician made a distress call. At 5:30, one
of his men was in his jeep and drove along the phone line to find the damage.
The sun rose some fifteen minutes later. The brightness reflecting on the walls
of the crater awoke Wesley. He had somehow fallen asleep. Now there was still
this nightmare of a crater and a raging headache to be cared for. He stumbled
towards the rubble and rocks that led out of the pit. With a yawn, he climbed
up. He was thirsty, so he doubled his efforts. Then, after only half an hour, he
reached the edge of the vertical part of the crater. Another ten minutes later,
he stood on the mountain ring. And then he saw it.
Jenny was used to sleeping long. She had to be at work at 9 in the morning
and she could afford to sleep until 7:30. Today, she awoke a little early as the
sunshine tickled her nose. She sat up and wiped her eyes. Finally, with a yawn,
she stood and looked out for her car.
Wesley stumbled and fell down. Then he raised himself up again and sat down
on one of the rocks. The mountain range that rose some hundred miles from him
had shocked him almost to death. The shape was familiar. The long shadows
couldn´t hide it. Finally, he saw what had destroyed his house, nearly killing
him, and what had caused this crater. There, in a distance of at least one
hundred miles, was a leg. A female leg in bleached Jeans. And there, at the end
of this leg, he saw a bare foot that was stuck in a gigantically large
high-heeled sandal. The thing that had caused the pit was simply the lower part
of a heel. The unimaginable weight of the giantess that stretched along the
horizon had crushed the pattern on the rubbertip of the heel into the stone. In
disbelief, his eyes followed the glorious and gigantic body. He started to
shiver. She was miles tall. He looked for something to compare her with. Then he
saw the telephone line. The poles stood a distance of 300 feet apart. He started
to count. There were still too many poles. Then he started to estimate. One
thousand poles at least. And she was longer. That was impossible. 70 Miles. It
was physically impossible. But there she was. 70 Miles! He sat down. With his
finger he started to draw some figures into the dust. 5ft and perhaps 8 inches.
Now 70 Miles. Oh damn, he couldn´t use these figures. Try it another way.
European standards were easier to handle. 5 foot 8, let´s say 9, that's about
175cm. And 70 miles? One mile is about 1.6km long, so 112, no let's say 110.
110,000m from 1.75m. He calculated a minute and sighed. More than 60,000 times
the size of a human. And then her weight? Maybe her weight was about 120 lbs.
Had she ever been a human? No, stop thinking, do the calculation. 60 000 times
120 lbs - no its 60 000 cubed. Ahm 6*6*6 is 216, so 216 000 000 000 000 * 120
lbs. She is titanic. She can´t exist! She has enough weight to be a large
asteroid! And then she moved. Suddenly she sat up. It was an amazing display of
power. Something that big moved just casually like any human being. Her head
moved up with supersonic speed. She wiped her eyes and then suddenly, she arose
to her full height. He felt like an insect. There, some hundred miles away, the
titaness rose and he craned his neck to see her head way above the thin wisps of
high clouds. Then he felt the earthquake caused by the movements of her feet. In
fear, he looked at those heels. They were 3 miles tall and there down at the
ground he saw it. Another crater like the one he was standing on. Suddenly, he
realized another thing. The giantess was completely unaware of her size. 'She
must have been a human' he thought. Nature was playful and chose different ways.
Under no circumstances would an alien look just like a brunette woman at the age
of about 30. No way! She must´ve been a human and she had somehow grown. Then
his gaze wandered towards her toes. He realized that he had to look up at her
toes! Resting on the sole of that gigantic sandal, they reached one mile up into
the sky. Her big toe reached nearly two miles high. He felt tiny. He felt like a
dustcrumb, and he doubted if she could ever recognize a human like him. To her,
they were tiny dustcrumbs within millions of other dustcrumbs. And so were their
houses. What did a human being care about the sand and the rubble when he walked
through the desert? So what would she care if the largest skyscrapers would look
to her like rubble. And then she started to turn. She scanned the horizon. Her
left foot rose into the air and moved. With the right of the powerful, she
didn´t care about the telephone line. She stepped on it. Then she started to
walk. The ground shook under her terrific weight. Again and again, her heels
thundered down, creating craters. The smallest of her strides was 30 miles long.
And now, she passed him some 150 miles away and he looked after her. She was
leaving the desert. Then her toes stepped down behind the horizon. She would
arive at the city now. Jenny looked around. This was really weird. There was no
trace of her car. Everything had changed. Whatever or whoever had done this had
transported her far away from home. Maybe she was indeed on another planet. No,
the stars hadn´t changed. This was still Earth. But where on Earth was she, and
how could she get to work in time? She walked a few steps towards the sunset.
But it was so useless. Wherever she looked she saw just nothing. No clouds in
the sky. No distant mountains at the horizon. No trees and no rivers. The
Sahara? That could be possible. She had been told that there were sandy parts
and stony parts in the Sahara. But where could she go? She should look out for
an oasis or the heat of the day would kill her. Perhaps there were some wisps of
grass or other plants that could show the way. She looked at the ground and
froze in amazement. There, just a foot from her left foot, was a great grey spot
in the yellow dust. Instantly, it reminded her of what she had seen the night
before and she made a step towards it. This spot was much larger. About the size
of a dinner table. Not perfectly rounded, but with many small edges. The
interesting pattern of lines that crossed each other was there and she could see
it from her standing position.
Maybe the spot had grown overnight. It had not been damaged as she had
touched it with her finger. But then she thought over it a bit more. Which plant
could grow that fast? Maybe it was an alien plant? Maybe the plant was supposed
to cover the earth and poison any lifeforms. No. After all, she had touched it
and was still alive. She had to find out more about it. So she lifted her right
foot and stepped down on it. It didn´t feel any different than stepping on the
dusty ground before. Small clouds of grey dust covered the edge of her sandal
and she felt that her heel sunk into the soft ground, but nothing else. She
lifted her foot again and placed it next to her left foot. The movement had
twirled the cloud of dust, and she could see the perfect print of her high
heeled sandal. A large triangular impression with rounded corners from her sole
and a small round hole from her heel. The grey color had vanished in the imprint
of her sole. The ground looked nearly white with a few darker spots. The pattern
of lines had vanished. The plant, or whatever it was, seemed to be quite
delicate. But what if it would grow again? If this was the same spot that she
had seen last night, there should be the imprint of her finger. She walked
around the spot and looked for a small white spot but there was nothing. That
meant that it was really growing fast. There were two possibilities. One, that
the plant grew fast enough to recover from small damage within hours. The other
was a little more frightening: The plant was not killed and withdrew into the
ground when stepped on. This would make it more difficult to defeat it if it was
really alien. She thought about the blue beam. If the plant was able to survive
being stepped on, and if it was created to conquer a world, it would surely be
protected against any imaginable poison. She should try to destroy it. But what
if this plant wasn´t anything alien? What if it was just as likely to find a
plant like this in the Sahara? It didn´t matter. If it was alien it needed to be
destroyed. If it was Earthborn, then others would surely exist. Determined, she
started to step on the plant. Slowly, she moved around the plant. To be sure,
she moved with small steps. Step down, lift the other foot, and move it an inch
forward to crush another piece of plant. Looking back, she smiled. She left a
double line of stitches from her heels. Soon ,she had surrounded the strange
lifeform. A small strip had been cleaned. With that, she started the next
smaller circle.
Within minutes, everyone in Barber City was up. Seconds later, the people
knew that they were doomed. There, southeast of their city, was an unbelievable
being. The fact that it looked so familiar made everything only worse. There she
stood. A woman clad in jeans and a white blouse. Her face was beautifully framed
by a thick mane of hair. The bright eyes looked towards the horizon. The
earthquake woke nearly everyone. The first shocks promised the really big quake
the scientists had warned of. As they had fled their houses, they stood in the
streets. Most of them just in gowns or pajamas. Some of them even barefoot. And
right then, the quake had stopped.
Then the shouts had started. The people craned their heads and looked up in
disbelief. Everone could see her. Her toes were large enough to tower over every
skyscraper in the city. The thin leather straps that attached her titanic
sandals to her barefeet were as broad as an unbelievable twenty lane highway.
Defenseless, they stood in the streets as the giantess suddenly looked down at
their city. A fearful gasp rose from the thousands while the giantess scanned
the ground. They ducked under the weight of her gaze. Some of them fled to hide
behind the skyscrapers or in their houses. The remaining watched her face while
she was thinking. Then suddenly, the giantess moved. A cry of fear from the
thousands rose into the sky but it was nothing against the thunder of crushing
and grinding as the giantess simply put her right foot down onto the city.
Hundreds of houses were covered under the black sole and before anyone on the
ground could even lift an arm to ward off the impossible, it was too late. The
sole pressed down with an unholy speed. At a length of 5 miles and 3 miles
across, it covered nearly twelve square miles of city. There was no difference
between 400 ft skyscrapers and 15 ft houses. The gathered strength of these
human buildings couldn´t put up a microsecond of resistance. The sole was faster
than the debris could´ve fallen. The houses and skyscrapers didn´t collapse,
they were simply crushed and compressed, and finally flattened with the
insignificant carpet of humans and cars. Then the weight started to rest on the
ground. The soft earth sunk quickly. The remains of human culture were more and
more flattened and compressed along with the ground they had once covered.
Finally at a depth of 150 feet below the former surface, the ground had been
compressed enough to take the weight of the giantess. There was not the tenth of
a second between the first touch of a skyscraper and the end of everything as a
compacted mud under the sole of the giant sandal. Then the shockwaves of this
terrible impact spread through the city. Houses collapsed, skyscrapers dropped
debris onto the mob of people in the streets. Windows simply exploded, and when
the silvery rain of glass reached the ground, it left bloodcovered people
collapsing onto the tarmac. The woosh of air that had been pressed out under the
giant shoe rushed through the nearby streets. People were blown away and smashed
into housefronts and cars were piled at intersections before a sandstorm rose
and hid everything under tons of dust. An eerie quietness spread over the city,
broken only by the sudden crushing noises coming from deep under the city where
the ground still ached under the weight of the giantess. But before the clouds
of dust settled, the remaining people saw that she lifted her foot again. The
ones that survived could only hear the grinding and sucking sound in the
dustclouds, as the sole parted from the crushed ground. Then all that was left
was dragged towards the center of destruction, as the air was sucked back under
her foot. Hundreds fell to their death as they were blown into the deep
footprint where they left tiny red spots as their bodies splattered on the
ground. Then people looked up into the sky to see what the giantess would do
next. She was definitely thinking about something, but of course, no one knew
what. They only knew that she had just crushed 50 000 people by simply stepping
on their city with one of her sandals. They would learn very quickly, however,
what the giantess was going to do. Another two steps accounted for 10 000 people
who ceased to exist in the subburbs each. She had simply turned towads her left.
When given a choice, most people choose their right, and so did most of the
people on the ground below the giantess. Too bad that they were quickly in the
center of destruction. The giantess could be seen moving slowly around the city.
Her feet alternately raised to a height of 10 miles to flatten the ground under
her stomps. People that were streaming through the city had no chance. With each
step, the giantess placed her foot only one toelength forward. Every square inch
of the six mile wide path she left behind, was at least stepped on twice by the
giantess. Nothing that was covered by her great soles could withstand the
pressure. Everything on the surface was first flattened, and then crushed into
the ground. Subway tunnels and military bunkers collapsed as the ground was
compacted under her weight. They died by the thousands. Each second had more
then 10 000 people seeing the rapidly descending black sole above them before
their bodies squished under her shoe. Twenty thousand more saw them as the
giantess came over them and stepped on them too fast for them to bring up their
arms and try to ward off the inevitable SQUISH under the beautiful but careless
girl. Then, the people in front of her foot heard the deafening boom of her
step. They lost their footing and fell as the ground heaved under the impact of
her sandal. Then, they watched as her foot sunk down hundreds of feet as she
compressed the ground. They looked at her toes with the nice red nails and saw
how the gigantic masses of toeflesh spread to take her weight right before her
other foot came down some two miles aside and the rocking ground send them
tumbling over the tarmac. They could hear again the powerful noise of her foot
compacting the ground before they realized that they were just about to be
stepped on. And again, there was no chance to lift arms or cry out in fear as
the sole came down and ...SQUISHCRUNCH. Before any human being had moved more
than 400 foot without being flattened or knocked down by falling debris, she had
surrounded the city. Two especially mighty stomps that caused all but twenty
remaining skyscrapers to dissolve into heaps of rubble ended the circle of death
around the city. Then there was a horrible break as the giantess looked down at
the remaining parts of her target.
Jenny was pleased. She had stomped out the outer areas of the plant. Now
there was an area left that she compared to the size of a tire. She looked at it
for a moment, and started stepping forward again. But then after about ten steps
she thought better about it. Why bother to step down twenty or forty times? A
squeeze between thumb and forefinger, then a zip and a drag. Smiling, she
squatted down and stretched her arms backwards to support her weight. Two
seconds later, her ass, covered by a black g-string, hovered above the remaining
part. Three seconds later, she sat down.
As the remaining citizens looked in horrible fear at the two asscheeks that
were parted by a black string of black garment, they had just enough time to
realize their fate. As they looked at giant pubic hair and the outline of cunt
and asshole of a giantess, they cried in vain. Some simply said 'Why?' while
others shouted out 'Almighty god, what was our sin?'. But most of them simply
screamed their lungs up their throat. Then the ass came down and they were sat
upon. Most of them hadn´t time to appreciate being crushed and flattened by this
nice and warm ass instead of being stepped on by a cold high heeled sandal.
Again , the ground was compressed, and this time it was a perfect assprint that
had enough detail to show every hair on her ass and every stitch of the
g-string. Then the giant ass raised again. There were still small parts of
unflattened city. Two quick strikes of a one woman sit-in took care of the
problem.
Jenny wriggeled a little to be sure she had crushed everything and rose to
her feet. Looking around, she made a decision. It was quite warm and as there
was no one around, she simply stepped out of her jeans. She nearly fell because
her left foot stuck in the leg as she had left her white sandals on, but after a
mighty struggle she finally got out of it. Then she opened her blouse and
dropped it next to the jeans. Now she was only clad in her nice black g-string
and a matching bra that consisted mostly of two very small triangular pieces of
cloth and spaghetti-straps. And, of course, she was still wearing these white
strappy sandals.
For a moment she looked at her 3 inch heels. The sand would be heated by the
sun and she was rather used to walking in heels all day. This was surely better
than walking on burned soles. Then she had to think about her next moves. She
looked back at her trails. The few steps that had taken her to the strange
plants came from the direction of sunrise. Why divert from this course? It was
also much more comfortable to have the sun behind her, so she could better make
out things on the horizon. She started to walk westwards.
The people in Keeferville had watched the destruction of the city. They had
realized that the giantess had done this on purpose. She had squashed the
suburbs first to keep the people inside the city. No one should escape as she
had finally sat down on them. Then the giantess moved towards them. To the
giantess, Keeferville was only two steps away. The first step made sure that
everyone dropped helpless to the ground. Then she made her second step. Jenny
simply raised her left foot and swung it forward. Then she lowered the foot,
heel first. The heel came down and a tenth of a second later she settled her
toes on the ground before she lifted her right foot. Slowly, the heel of her
foot rose from her sandal before the sandalheel was lifted from it´s imprint.
Then there was a supporting movement from her toes, and the mighty force of her
foot pushed her body forward before the sandal rose from the ground and
disappeared. The foot appeared above Keeferville and came down without mercy.
Everything and everyone was crushed under her weight as the town ceased to exist
under the area of sole that was covered by her big toe. The inconsiderate
giantess had had the pleasure to step down on it. It never occured to her that
intelligent life and the work of their lives were flattened in the same instant.
To her, this had been a comfortable place to step on, and she had thoughtlessly
used them just for this purpose. Jenny had moved westwards for just a minute as
she suddenly came across another grey spot. There was the same plant again. This
was finally some good news. The plant seemed to grow here naturally. It wasn´t
alien. But then again: where was she? She knelt down in front of the gray spot.
This one had a little different color but was still covered with this amazing
pattern. She wanted to find out what kind of a plant could look so strange.
Carefully she moved on all fours and finally lowered herself so her chin came
down at the edge of the spot. After a moment her eyes focused. Jenny gasped in
shock. She closed her eyes. Then she had to look again. Her eyes focused and she
let out a sigh. Thoughts ran through her mind. Her dream had never told her
about this. It was horrible and disgusting and even great.
She had seen skyscrapers.
Yes, real small skyscrapers. The larger ones about the size of a grain of
rice. She had seen a city. A really big city, with more than twenty of these
miniscule skyscrapers. And there on the ground was a pattern of roads and
avenues. She could see a highway. Her eyes looked over the city. There were
those cityblocks. Just big enough to be seen and a colorful stream of what had
to be cars moving around between the blocks. Suddenly, she looked at the world
with different eyes. Now she realized the thin clouds at a height of about five
inches. She saw the mountains that rose near to the city. There was a highway to
the next metropole and this thin line had to be a power-line. And down there in
the city, there were thousands of people. And they were most surely in panic and
trying to flee from her. With a feeling of guilt she looked at her elbows. She
estimated that each of her elbows had just destroyed an area of fifty blocks.
And there was her blouse. The weight of her tits had buried several quarters
under her cloth. She could swear that there was at least a million of people
under her blouse. Then she corrected herself. There had been some people and now
she wouldn´t want to imagine what was left of them. Then she thought back. That
million was nothing against the grey spot she had met minutes ago. She had
completely finished a whole city. And she had been carefully to keep the people
inside as she had surrounded them first. Again she closed her eyes and she could
see it. People running for their lives and then the shadow of her foot. Her
weight must be beyond imagination. The houses and skyscrapers collapsing from
the quake of her tread. And the others that were hit by her heel. The
skyscrapers crumbling under the sole of her sandal. The unstoppable descent of
her foot. The cars and people that were flattened just as her sole touched them
and compressed them into the ground. The few that survived next to her foot
looking up at her sandal and the enormous toes. The people flattened under her
sandal - the survivors looking fearfully at her gigantic foot - the people
flattened under her beautiful sandal - the survivors staring at her towering
toes - her beautiful sandal -the nicely painted toenails - her soft barefoot...
She suddenly felt that she was pressing her crotch onto the ground. It felt good
and she was wet. From one moment to another she felt excited. She sat up and her
fingers shivered as she opened her blouse. Then she dropped her bra onto what
she now recognized as the suburbs and she watched carefully as she rose and
placed her foot into a highly populated residential area. The small clouds of
dust that appeared around her sole and high heel made her smile, and she
tightened her love muscles to enjoy the feeling instantly. Then she enjoyed the
crumbling feeling under her foot as she put weight onto the foot and raised. The
sole and most of all her heel sunk down into the soft city ground, and then she
felt the same sensations as she placed her other foot onto the ground. Now, she
could finally wriggle herself out of her slip. Carelessly, she released the wet
cloth and it slipped down her legs until it literally smashed into the city.
Smiling, she raised her right foot to step out of her slip. With most delicate
movements, her left foot did the same. Again she was able to enjoy the feeling
of little things crumbling under her step. Now everything was perfect. She was a
superbabe nude and in high heels. Now it was time to take some careful steps of
destruction. The feeling of little things was just too sexy since she knew what
she did with her almighty feet. She didn´t need to move her hand into her crotch
- it was already there, and the sensations from her clit raised with every
crushing step and made her juices flow. As she felt a large underground
structure being crushed under her right foot, the feeling of lust and sexual
power over everything on Earth overwhelmed her. She dropped to her knees and
fingered her cunt furiously. Then she threw herself forward to experience the
joys of crushing with her large sensitive breasts. It was great. First her
nipples brushed over a carpet of exploding skyscrapers, and then the soft masses
of her tits came down with brutal force. She rolled her tits over the city and
simply smashed everything before she suddenly pulled her finger out of her red
hot cunt and moved a little backwards. Feeling hundreds of little skyscrapers
being crushed by her most sensitive and lustful bodypart, she came with a
scream. For nearly a minute she kept grinding her pussy onto the city. Each
lustfully wet crush found new areas that had some houses and people left to be
smeared over her labia. Finally she stretched out and lowered her soul from the
heights of orgasm. But she would never ask anyone out for a dance to drop him
the next moment. Lazily, she rolled her body over the remaining parts of the
city to complete her work. With that, she simply fell asleep.
Millions of miles away there was a small Spaceship. It looked not at all like
a flying saucer. It looked a little bit like a hovercraft and was painted in a
friendly white. Somewhere inside the spaceship there was a stone, not much
larger than a human fist. And next to the stone that was carefully supported by
a thin wireframe, there was an alien. Yes, a real alien. The alien lifeform was
just thinking about this small piece of rock. With this rock they could learn so
much about the life on Earth. And it was so easy to use a whole town for their
scientific work. They didn´t even harm anyone on earth. Yes, they had just
shrunk the whole town several thousand times and then they had cloned anything
except the lifeforms before they had enlarged the town again. Except for the
blue beam they could´ve seen nothing. And there was no evidence of their
experiment left...
70-Mile-Jenny Part II
Jenny had taken just a short nap. Then she opened her eyes again and looked
into the still young morning. She sat up and looked at the ground. It was a fact
that she was a giantess now. A 70 mile tall fact but a boring one. What should
she do now? She really had no idea. She thought about the things she had done.
She had always fingered her pussy in the morning since she was 12. And today she
had needed it like so many days before. She felt alright with it. Then there
were the people. If she stood, she had no chance to recognize them. The smallest
things she could spot from this height were some mid-sized trucks. Laying on her
stomach she had seen people as small dots with traces of arms and legs. With a
sigh she looked at her ass. How many people would be laying flattened under her
warm flesh now? They were too small and she couldn´t count them. And there were
so many of them. Everywhere she looked there were the small speckles that used
to be towns and villages the day before. She thought of ants. How many ants had
there been in her life? Stepped on unrecognized or uncared but always unfelt.
But they were even smaller than that. Their trucks looked like ants. A car
looked like a louse. And they looked like... there wasn´t anything living she
had known to be comparably small! But she knew they were people. She had to make
a decision.
She could try to contact them. Perhaps they could find a way to speak to her.
The speakers of a stadium might do. But what could she do to interact with them?
They would demand that she stopped crushing them. But how could she avoid them
as her feet covered acres of land? Would they send her into a kind of reserve in
the desert? She didn´t want to spend her life on a desert the size of a carpet.
So there was the other possibillity. She could simply ignore them. What could
they do to stop her? Stadium speakers would be loud enough to reach her ears at
ankle height. Their jets were no larger then those small fruit-flies. And their
ceiling would still be below her crotch. Could she ignore the fact that they
were humans? Could she deal with them like flea pilots? She thought back and
forth. One moment she thought about the mayhem that she must´ve caused with each
step but then she found out that she couldn´t imagine any details. After all the
city had mostly looked like a grey kind of moss on the ground. She remembered
how she loved to sit on the mossy ground of a forest on a hot summer-day. It was
warm and soft and she had loved to lift her skirt so she could touch it with her
bare ass cheeks. No! She had been distracted. She needed a decision. Again she
thought about the facts. One minute passed. An unpleasant pressure below her
belly finally made the decision for her. Worried she looked around. The largest
mountains were topped by her sandal heels. There was simply no place. It was
just a great indifference where she did it so she just lifted her ass and
squatted on her heels. A large farmhouse with hundreds of cattle around
disappeared under her grinding sandal as she spread her thighs. she placed her
hands on her knees and looked down. Thunderous rumblings were produced in her
lower abdomen. Then it happened. An unbelievable jetstream of morning piss
errupted between the upper third of her pussylips. Two thousand feet across was
the main stream as it rushed through the air towards the towns and villages. The
smallest drops around the main eruption were each enough to turn a stadium into
a night bowl. Half a second later, the piss crashed into the ground. The large
industrial complex was smashed to the ground by tons of piss and then torn apart
by the brute force of the impact. The ground dissolved quickly. Just a second
later, mile sized rocks were driven out of the crater she had dug with her piss.
The torrent started to move across the land, smashing nearby villages and
forming a giant lake. Like the Nile: a large river formed in the desert.
Shredded corpses and debris were dragged with it. Ten seconds later, the
pressure weakened and the jet of piss ebbed away to some mountain-sized drops
that bombed the farms that had been avoided by her ass. Jenny looked at the
ground without much interest. Just like pissing in the desert. A small puddle
and a little trace of water flowing from it. Careless, she used her
crotch-muscles. The force sent the resulting squirt of piss thirty miles into
the land before it flooded some fields near a larger town. Without even thinking
about it, she aimed her next squirt and pressed again. The very large squirt was
a full hit. The village was turned into a lake. Another four careless squirts
and she was relieved. Looking to the puddle again, she sighed. The needs of her
body had made the decision. There was no place to hide for her duties. There was
no place that was suitable for that much pee. If she had pissed into the ocean
she would´ve spoiled square miles of beach and pested the water for weeks. On
the land, she devastated towns and countless people, along with animals and
plants. The ground was spoiled for years. Somehow, this allowed her to accept
the fact that everything she did killed life. She was helpless about it. Her mom
had never told her what to do if the move of her smallest toe could crush out a
town with some thousand people inside. She ignored it. She tried to produce
another squirt, but her bladder was emptied and only a drop fell down between
her feet. Quickly, she rose up and looked for her clothes. She made two steps
towards the bunch of cloth, grabbed it, and walked away from her puddle. Looking
at the small mountains, she finally found something suitable. It was only twelve
or fifteen steps away. She slowed down for the last steps. Carefully, she placed
her sandals on the ground. She had to avoid stepping on the river or the nice
lake in front of her would be filled with the dirt. Unlike before, she didn´t
feel any sexual excitement as her sandals flattened town after town while she
tried not to damage the river. Then she finally crushed a mountain under her
left knee and used some nearby farmland to support her hands. Now she could
lower her head and started to slurp the cool water. A flock of sailboats got
sucked in and down her throat before a large steamer remained unnoticed as it
was flattened between her lips. Then with the next gulp it followed the smaller
boats into Jenny´s stomach. After five gulps her thirst was stilled and the lake
had been nearly emptied. With that she rose and started to think about the next
problem. She was feeling no hunger but she would need to eat soon. She thought
about it but found no answer. Finally she realized that she just had to wait for
her hunger. Maybe she would die from starvation. Quickly, she put those thoughts
away. She looked around. It was no later than breakfast and the day started to
get boring... Jonathan had desperately tried to open the door of his house. He
was afraid of burglars so he kept the door locked overnight. Now his house
threatened to be a deadly trap. He had heard it as his clock radio had started
up with a special news report instead of soft music. He though about it as a bad
joke until he suddenly felt the tremors. He had jumped out of bed and tripped
over the carpet. The next quake, which he knew to be the tread of the giantess,
was forceful enough to drop some shelves while he stumbled towards the door. But
before he could reach for the key, the next step made the house leap into the
air. He toppled over and was thrown against the door while every piece of
furniture skitted through the rooms. Even before he could jump for the door knob
to turn the key, her next step thundered down and a large shadow covered the
entire city. One moment Jonathan feared being buried by his collapsing house,
but the walls just developed some large cracks. The house couldn´t survive the
next step. Just then the door fell out. It had been torn from its hinges. His
weak legs pushed him out just as the next step came down. The house collapsed
behind him. He dropped into the dirt and looked at the city. There were only
large heaps of rubble and debris left. People cried from underneath while others
started to dig for them. He waited for the next step. Perhaps it would be heavy
enough to throw him around and kill him. But somehow this step was much softer.
He found time to look up for the giantess. Then he saw her. Gloriously nude
except for those sandal heels and with a perfect body to die for. Then he
realized how many citizens had already done so. He looked at those toes poking
out of the sandals. It was unbelievable. There, about two miles from what had
been a city minutes ago, she had placed her feet. She had stopped moving just
before ending even the last hope of survival with a final step on their ruined
city. And what terrific feet. He wasn´t good at estimating heights but this one
was easy. The soles of her sandals had been crushed deep into the ground but
there was still a platform of two hundred feet in height upon which her toes
rested. The big toe was more than just overwhelming. It was perhaps 3500 feet
high and at least one and a quarter mile across. The small toes were between one
and two miles long and the airfield sized toenails glistened bright red. He
estimated the layer of nail varnish to be fifty foot thick and the nail of her
big toe was two hundred feet thick. Her skinlines looked like roads to him and
the height of her sandal heels was beyond his imagination. He looked up and up
and up her perfect legs until his eyes found a thick forest of black hair. And
between the hairs that had twice the diameter of a jumbojet´s fuselage he saw
her cunt. A four-mile long valley surrounded by pussy lips like mountain walls.
The folds of her inner lips poked out of her and he suddenly felt insane as he
realized his erection. Quickly, he looked up at her smooth tummy. A navel, large
enough for a Michael Jackson concert greeted him before his eyes jumped at her
tits. Tits, breasts, boobs, all these words couldn´t tell anything about the
masses of sweet flesh that rose from her chest. The cool breeze had hardened her
nipples and he saw them rising a full mile above her mountaineous tits. And the
tits themselves? These boobs stood three and a half miles from her chest. The
slope was longer than four miles. And now as the giantess moved, her breasts
jiggled and swayed reve
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