title: Dust To Dust aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Alozec] id: [51670603] date: 星期四, 六月 1日 2023, 9:27:06 晚上 modified: 星期四, 六月 1日 2023, 9:35:27 晚上

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Dust To Dust

Author: Alozec Source: Dust To Dust

Was it a dream? Was it a freak accident? Was it reality caving in on itself? As people awoken on a rather peculiar surface; heads scratched and confusion grew among the scattered crowd of dozens, now stranded on a smooth, yet hard surface. 

Blurred shapes and colors were the only source of light, and even if they couldn’t quite make any details out, they were at least thankful they could see.

What felt like hours passed, until a sharp, deafening buzz ringed out underneath their feet, which beeped so loudly, everyone had to shield their ears, of which some were bleeding from the blast of noise.

It stopped... but only for a few seconds, repeating over and over with the same high-pitched beep.

What was this madness? Was this what hell was?

They would soon find out.

Everyone was too busy shielding whatever was left of their eardrums to notice a strangely-shaped figure in the sky, looming ominously above them.

Eyes soon darted in the sky, the oddity seemed to be gaining speed, and was quickly approaching onto their position.

It was so fast, barely anyone could react in time to the oversized fist that mercilessly impacted the entire landscape.

There were no survivors, the warm and soft flesh effortlessly made mincemeat of whoever it touched.

Unbeknownst to the tall bandicoot gal, who was rudely awakened from her beauty sleep, lazily coiled her fist and gave the button on her alarm clock a mighty whack; not even a minute into her day, she had already snuffed out over 50 innocent lives without even getting out of bed.

Cola was known for getting into similar size-related shenanigans in the past, either shrinking her friends down to unbelievably small sizes, or her friends pulling deadly pranks on the poor ‘coot by shrinking random people and hiding them across her house.

This time was different, and the exact cause for the anomaly wasn’t clear, but whatever it was had massive consequences for the unfortunate victims it seemingly and randomly plucked into this reality.

In her defense, how could she know this was happening? Thousands of people from across the globe now shrunken into a microbial, nanoscopic state, seemingly strewn all over her house? One thing was for certain, they were all fucked—Any semblance of scale were completely thrown away; a grain of sand easily dwarfed their near-molecule status, being the size of a few large warehouses in comparison... Honestly? It would’ve been laughable if it wasn’t so sad how little the word ‘size’ truly meant to them. 

Surprisingly, only a dozen or so people found themselves stranded on the proportionally-challenged bandicoot compared to the thousands dotted around her house.

Thankfully, their fates weren’t as bad, as most of them were painlessly smushed without even knowing what was happening to them, while most of those were deserted in a sea of bedsheets, they didn’t even see the movements from the sleeping creature resting beside them.

It only took a few minutes until they were met with confusion as a voluptuously round and gargantuan structure slowly rolled their way as Cola moved her oversized ass onto the other size of her bed, quickly steamrolling those under her oblivious asscheeks.

Two other people were stranded in the seemingly endless floof of her light-orange mane; this wasn’t saying much, as they were crushed under a stray hair that collapsed onto them, as Cola happily shuffled across her soft pillows, pressing her bountiful hair against it.

She let out a loud yawn, stretching her arms out as she pulled herself up and out of her bed.

Meanwhile down below on her bedroom carpet, things weren’t any better.

Stranded deep within the carpet, other groups of microbial people were awakening into their new nightmare.

Carpet fibers, as far as the eye could see... or at least they would if they could see past them. Each strand of carpet, equally weathered and dry, towering for miles in the sky, some stray fibers of the carpet were tightly entwined amongst each other, the scenery was admittedly beautiful at first to those unaware of where they were.

Folks pointed at the sky in awe from the surprising beauty; a distant, and somehow taller structure could be seen. 

The discarded sneaker that was lazily resting seemingly miles and miles away looked like a distant planet to the poor mites, the shape was so peculiar, almost spaceship-like, perhaps if they were bigger, they might’ve had a chance to realize what they were up against.

Unfortunately, Cola wasn’t the only danger; various fauna living within her bedroom carpet didn’t appreciate their new nanoscopic neighbors.

Those unfortunate enough to run into dust mites had to endure the horrific, almost demonic-looking creatures with no way to defend themselves; they hissed and snarled at the intruding humans, showing no signs of tranquility.

Fighting them was hopeless, any feeble punches and whacks to the micro-sized arachnids did absolutely nothing but anger them more.

They retaliated with swift stabs and slices using their claws, which was more than enough to cut through skin and bones, hiding was the only winning strategy.

No matter which side of the microscopic spectrum won in the insignificant war within the carpet, everyone was about to lose... A highpitched beep from above and a waking grumble only ensured their fates, there was no going back now.

A chilling creak sounded off in the sky, the sounds of springs squeaking and shifting from movement above; Cola was more than awake to get up, and her blurred presence to those still conscious within her room were about to see how dangerous her body truly was, as she shifted onto her feet, slowly lowering them onto the already-occupied floor.

Cola raised her arms in the air as she let out a yawn, which sounded more like a low-pitched roar from a kaiju to those microscopically challenged.

The few who were positioned close enough to see what was happening had their jaws locked in awe, as a seemingly endless labyrinth of fabric, weaving and crossing infinitely in all directions stared back at them.

Those below were left speechless at what they were looking at, barely comprehending what was happening, as the underside of her sole molested miles and miles of the surrounding ‘jungle’. the individual fibers slowly bending down from the immense weight as it pressed down, no doubt slaughtering any dust mites and dust people already doomed in the process.

Within seconds, a few dozen microscopic survivors were reduced to unrecognizable paste under the sole of Cola’s socked foot as she casually stepped onto the surface, landing gracefully onto the carpeted floor, trapping both mite and human alike within the grated pattern of her footwear.

The monstrous woman didn’t even look real, her ghastly figure was darkened from the protruding light behind her, leaving a terrifying silhouette in the sky, as she very slowly loomed down towards them, her fingers seemingly prepped to grab something... Did she somehow manage to see them? 

“Please, we’re down here!” They yelled, waving their hands at the godly figure.

Their smiles of hope turned to dust when the fingers zipped by them from above, reaching down to grab the pair of sneakers nearby. 

“Oh... No... Where are we!?” One of them shouted out, terrified to the point of tears, seeing the planetary sneaker slowly.

“Look out!” Another yelled out, as both of them were suddenly obliterated by a stray shoelace that was dangling from above.

After sliding her feet into her sneakers, and another stretch to start the day, Cola headed out into the kitchen for some breakfast.

Her sneakers smashed through the carpet without any resistance, involuntarily scattering bits of debris and crumbs under her stride, leaving a trail of death from each causal step.

At this rate, almost everyone near Cola’s bed was already dead, with only a few stragglers remaining to witness the unaware killer slowly stomp out of their view as it marched out of the room.

As Cola was about to prepare for her breakfast, she was completely unaware of the additional ‘prizes’ buried within her cereal box.

The overwhelming aroma of the sugar-packed cereal was too much for anyone trapped inside the plastic bag. This batch of microbes must’ve only recently been dragged into the box, as they were all still unconscious from the ultra-shrinking process;

They all crashed into an endless landfill of colors—Rocks, or at the very least what appeared to be rock-like structures, were dotted everywhere, each one having a different pastel-tinted color... It was amazing—The unusual yet pleasant smell of sweet-scented wheat loomed around the environment.

A rather brave individual clawed a chunk out of the light-purple porous surface—A quick smell test lead to a small lick test... then almost immediately afterwards, the hungry creature ate it whole with surprising delight.

“Woah, the ground is orange flavored!” one commented to a small group of their shrunken comrades, all of whom were completely oblivious to where they were.

“What kind of fucked up planet is this?” Another asked, observing the strange pockmarked surroundings, confused at the lack of any flora or fauna.

The light from above was so blurred, they could barely see anything in the sky but the strangely-shaped sun that was directly above them. 

Suddenly, a faint thump echoed within the sky, seeming so far away, yet somehow so close.

“Did... Did you guys hear something?” They asked among themselves.

Surely something was wrong... whatever it was, it was getting louder and louder, until it was almost directly above them.

A figure, darkened by the lack of surrounding light, seemingly millions of miles high, loomed closer.

Then, an ungodly snarl roared in the sky, it was unfathomably loud, and whatever it was didn’t sound friendly.

“What the fuck was that?” A frightened speck asked.

“No fucking way... it’s some sort of giant monster!” Another incorrectly answered, still unsure of what they were looking at.

Returning with a carton she grabbed from the fridge, Cola was eager to dig into her breakfast, putting her hand to her stomach as she heard it growl and groan in anticipation for her first meal.

“Damn, I must be hungry.” She thought to herself, placing the carton next to her bowl, briefly checking her smartphone for social media updates before digging in. 

Thunk!

A far-distant obelisk shook the surroundings with what felt like the force of a hundred nukes as it landed seemingly lightyears away.

While confused at first, the bright-blue bold text on the cuboid-shaped structure was all they could focus their attention on, with the label reading an unmistakable ‘MILK’ printed on the side.

“M-Milk? Wh-what’s going on? Where the fuck are we?” One asked while attempting to piece things together.

After finishing up with her phone, the unreasonably massive goddess moved into the view of the bowl. While she was far too big to see up close, her face was still visible in the sky, the innocent eyes, the innocent smile, it was all there; a horrifying grin grew on her face as she preemptively licked her lips, her face now in full view from below, taking up an entire horizon to those within the bowl.

Everyone's eyes widened as they watched her lips moisten with excitement, they winced as they saw her cartoonish tongue lick the surrounding area of her mouth, a cruel teaser to what would no doubt be their final destination, just thinking that made their brains unable to process any rational thought, with the sudden realization of where they were bringing about an unmatched wave of dread and horror.

“Tha-Tha... Tha-N-No Mon-M-Monst...” Another stuttered, fainting in disbelief onto the solid floor of the cereal piece. 

“We have to find a way out, and fast!” One suggested, his head spinning in circles as he ran around in a panic, with seemingly thousands of thoughts racing through his mind in a laughable attempt to find some way out.

“Just kill me, just kill me, just kill me, I don’t want to be eaten, I DON’T!” A rather upset and confused individual screamed out, attempting to fall unconscious as they repeatedly smashed their head into a thick wheaty wall of Froot Loop.

Others screamed, others ran, others just stood there, completely motionless... whatever plan each person had, they were at least free to make their own decision—It would be the last shred independence they would be able to muster, as the whole landscape within the circular arena darkened, a carton of milk that ever-so slowly inched its way above the crowds, after one final brief pause in suspense, Cola tilted the milk onto the contents of her breakfast.

CHOOM!

The liquid poured into the bowl with a thunderous splash, dousing the surrounding pieces of cereal in a thick creamy coat of white, the sound of the liquid making contact with the cereal pieces crackled as wave after unforgiving wave of milk was thrown across the bowl.

Nobody was safe, no matter how much they tried to hide, the roaring white tsunami took no prisoners.

The small few who were directly under the torrent were the first and quickest to die, as they were the pelted by an endless weight of constant calcium.

It was a frightful existence to witness, as the bowl became more and more filled with the dairy liquid, the faces of those inside the bowl becoming more and more pale as they could see the incoming wave about to hit them, who failed to hide themselves in time, their tiny bodies soon to be crushed between the cereal pieces, their cries silenced by the deafening sound of the milk hitting the cereal.

As the milk began to rise, so did the submerged loops, which gently floated up onto the surface, bobbing up and down slightly as it gained some buoyancy, each forming islands the size of small countries, with the oceans of milk large enough to be replaced with Earth’s water in comparison.

The terrifying torrent of milk continued to fill the bowl, relentlessly engulfing the entirety of its contents within seconds, with the flood beating down upon the microscopic specks of carbon that would soon meet their end; The thick oceans of milk that were dumped out were extremely cold from recently being stored in the refrigerator, and was more than enough to wake up the unconscious, for better or worse.

Finally, after what felt like a never-ending barrage from the paper carton, the last of the milk was emptied; by this point many had already drowned or were swept away under the countless stray Froot Loops. 

Those still alive already knew what was coming, and within seconds, a large metal spoon, one so big that would put the biggest sciencefiction spaceships to shame, zipped by, stopping briefly to dig directly into the colorful mess of sugary goodness.

Those still floating in the milk itself had no idea where to swim to after watching the metal monster dive under the surface.

The first unlucky few were pulled out along with a decent helping of Loops to accompany them, the shifting of the white liquid surrounding them unearthed a few extra submerged chunks of cereal, trapping all caught within the curved utensil as it made its first deposit.

They struggled to keep their heads up from under the milk as the momentum toppled their easily-fragile bodies.

For a moment, everything paused as Cola looked down at the tiny beings who were trapped in her utensil, their tiny arms and legs twitching to no avail as the spoon began to move back towards her.

The spoon was right in front of her face, dripping with a mixture milk and the crunchy fragments of cereal.

There it was... They couldn’t believe it, witnessing the enormous mouth of the beast hovering above them, her endless tongue lolling out in anticipation of her first meal of the day.

The sheer size of the tongue alone made them feel insignificant and powerless, the warmth of her radiating maw inviting them in as they passed the walls of her ivory pearls, with the strings of saliva forming on the ceiling of her mouth to drip down onto the spoon before it even hit her tongue.

Even if they could swim to the surface, there would be no escape; with nothing else left to do, they floated helplessly to their inevitable demise, the world they once knew ending forever with the black abyss of her throat... all they could do at this point was scream. 

With an audible slurp, the spoon was sucked into the mouth of the goddess, her cheeks bulging as she greedily consumed the contents on her spoon.

Their frail bodies were unable to withstand the pressure of the massive tongue that engulfed them, their tiny bodies vanishing into the depths of the hot and humid cavern.

Their cries were silenced, their screams becoming one with the rest of her breakfast as the walls of her inner-mouth pushed the cargo off the spoon and landing directly onto her tongue, the sound of her teeth scraping against the metal spoon would be the last thing anyone trapped within would be able to hear, as her jaw snuffed the light from outside.

“Mmmmmm!” Cola said to herself, the sound of her voice echoing through the limitless pit of her throat.

As her tastebuds molested the people who dropped onto her tongue, she continued to shift the contents around, directing them towards her teeth.

An assault of explosions consisting of shredded cereal dust soon mixed with the milk, turning everyone it came in contact with into an unrecognizable mush as her teeth relentlessly pounded up and down on the sugary mess. 

The waves of her tongue lapped up any remains of the crunchy breakfast, the taste was simply heavenly.

She could feel the grains of the cereal, now mashed together with the milk, slide down her throat and into her bulging belly as her stomach eagerly awaited for more.

Meanwhile, back inside the bowl, all eyes were focused on Cola; they couldn’t look away. The last remaining hints of joy vanished from the atmosphere as they witnessed the morbidly-sized goddess open her mouth, a loud crunch ringing through the air as she slowly chomped down on the cereal, ceaselessly smashing her teeth as the shrunken crowds winced at the sound, the screeches of fear slowly escalating—Even if they didn’t know it, they worried each scoop of the spoon would result in casualties, soon to inevitably and randomly choose each piece of human-inhabited cereal like a fucked-up lottery.

They were all forced to watch as the titanic spoon slowly returned to the bowl to scoop up more, taking more people with each passing trip.

Cola had her eye on a rather large chunk of Loops gathered together, and immediately reached over to swoop as many as she could.

Yet another group below had to accept their fate to be next in the queue, as the spoon slid into the bowl again, diving under the sea of white, only to resurface with another batch of broken Froot Loops, as well as the additional unwilling passengers; it was filled to the brim, ready to deliver another load.

“Ahhhh...” Cola said as she opened her mouth, not even paying attention as she was checking her phone with her other hand.

The huge teeth were almost completely obscured behind the mass of cereal that her helpless victims were trapped in, with only her gigantic tongue sticking out to make her presence known, which was slightly coated in various rainbow colors from the previous few mouthfuls.

The same process repeated, with the only difference being the husks of the cereal that was previously pulverized by her teeth, with a few lucky fragments visibly stuck between her molars.

“Oop... FUCK.” Cola angrily commented, as her breakfast missed her gob; the stray milk and sugar-filled cargo plopped onto her chest.

Her oversized ballistics confused the people who landed on them, completely baffled at what they landed on.

While most landed onto her jumper, two more were stuck on her orange-tinted rack.

The one survivor who landed with along one of the stray Froot Loops was ecstatic from having escaped the jaws of death. 

As he cheered and vigorously pumped his fists into the air, he was in for a rude surprise as the wet chunk of food slowly shifted down the orange abyss of Cola’s bosom, stopping as three lone chunks of cereal were wedged in the center.

He did not survive, completely squished between the oversized cereal. To add extra insult to injury, Cola was completely amiss to where her breakfast landed, and the cramped space was more than enough to shred anything between her boobs into a mess colorful dust from the slightest of movements.

The other remaining tourist was happily welcomed with a thrust of Cola’s finger as she wiped some of the milk off her hand, focusing her attention back to her food.

One by one, people slowly disappeared into the gaping maw of Cola's mouth, until there remained only a few survivors left standing.

As her giant mouth opened wide with each ravenous bite, the sounds of chewing filling the air as the spoon scooped up the last of the milk. 

The final screams and cries of the dozens of people trapped in her mouth echoed throughout the fleshy stadium, their voices were finally silenced as their bodies were thrown into the depths of her stomach; swallowing them whole with one final push, the last of them was pushed down along with the milk was sent straight down her gullet.

Cola closed her mouth with a loud smack as she let out a long sigh of contentment, her eyes relaxed over as she munched on the last of her breakfast, savoring the sweet taste of the milk that poured down her throat, washing over her tongue as she swallowed.

She looked down at the small bowl, her hand reaching out to grasp it; the bowl was completely empty.

She opened her mouth yet again, letting out a loud yawn as her body began to process her meal. After returning the bowl to the sink, Cola couldn’t help but lean over the counter, briefly taking in the view from her kitchen window, accidentally brining in more chaos from her simple act.

Yep, there were more shrunken humans scattered across her counter.

The blurred mess of orange and blue meant nothing to the confused pint-sized people, now stranded on an alien landscape; the various items scattered nearby on the kitchen counter now resembled planetary-sized monoliths and extraterrestrial structures at their microbial scale, even particles of dust were completely visible, resembling fluffy-looking comets that glided across the impossibly-endless horizons of a single room.

The sloshing and bouncing of Cola’s voluptuous breasts echoed as the crowds foolishly attempted to scatter away from the incoming oversized sacks of flesh and milk.

A dark-blue tint reflected off the shiny granite surface, the ominous shade of Cola’s jumper only darkened as the humongous pair of tits flopped onto the unlucky crowds, which continuously rolled forward as the innocuous Cola got comfy, continuously steamrolling even more germ-sized people in the process. 

As the dust settled near the impact, anyone close enough to not end up underneath decided to cling to the blue fabric of Cola’s jumper that now flopped onto the desk, allowing the dozen-nearby microbes to hitch a ride between the colossal folds in the threads.

Even at their size, they could hear Cola’s thumping heartbeat, which was more than enough to shake the walls they clung to, the fabric kept vibrating to the rhythm of her beating chest. 

The echoing sounds of her titanic breasts gurgling and sloshing didn’t help the hitchhikers, either, as they could only think of the countless lives they already snuffed out from moments ago. 

For now, Cola was their arbiter; she was the one who obliviously held the power over their lives, a small shuffle or scratch near chest would be a death sentence.

As the clouds slowly revealed the sun behind them, the outside light beamed across the kitchen, providing a natural spotlight onto the kitchen countertop.

Almost the entire desk was illuminated, each random stain or layer of dust clearly visible. Cola couldn’t help but look down at the dirty surface.

As cola squinted at what she thought was just another layer of dust and filth, her emerald-green eye squinted down at the hundreds of nanoscopic survivors, most of whom were foolishly waving their arms and jumping in an attempt to get the mysterious figure’s attention.

To be expected, Cola saw nothing but a thin line of dust and a few smaller chunks of dirt and crumbs scattered randomly across the top’s surface.

A rather unusual patch of dirt got her attention, as she now fixated her finger near the strangely-shaped substance that stuck out to her.

The moment she turned her head to get a closer look, the people down below were met with the sight of Cola’s unapologetic and intimidating gaze, her large eyes stared down on the frightened creatures.

Meanwhile, her moon-sized finger hovered menacingly above the stranded mite-sized humans, seemingly scanning the area with prejudice, flying towards the larger crowds as it zoomed by. 

As the discriminating digit continued to scan the surface, it soon descended. The diluted flow of time only confirmed their fates, having more time to react and dodge the incoming attack was still nowhere near enough of an ‘advantage’ for the nanoscopic specs.

Then it happened, the colossal finger gained speed, zooming by as it landed onto a few dozen groups that were huddled together, before any of them could promptly react in time to the sudden jolt of Cola’s imposing digit, slowly looming ever closer until it landed squishy thunk.

After the finger slowly retracted, the only thing left behind were the crimson remains of those unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Brushing her thumb and finger together, promptly putting them close to her face to get a better inspection, Cola could barely feel or notice the unusual and sticky red gunk that came from the countertop; whatever it was seemed to turn into a pulp of some kind, it was certainly something she hadn’t seen before. “Ew, gross...” She commented in confusion.

Now completely stunned from witnessing such a behemoth of a creature snuff out so many lives with absolutely no effort at all, the panic soon crept in, and those who weren’t helplessly running away from the carnage soon followed suit.

The various sounds of creaking, scraping and banging echoed all throughout the landscape, as the oblivious bandicoot was shuffling through her cleaning supplies from within the cabinet below them.

After a small pause of silence, the colossal ‘coot slowly emerged from below, now with a bottle of cleaning solution and rag in hand.

Cola took aim with the bottle, making sure to equally coat the entire surface with the cleansing liquid, the spray hissed as it spewed out the solution, which aerosolized into fine shower across the counter.

The overwhelming smell of lemon-hinted disinfectant was intoxicating, the crowds that were running away in confusion were now flooded underneath a rain of various chemicals, all of which took an almost immediate affect on those it landed on, making them collapse from the cleaning solution. Those that were in the thick of it found themselves instantly drenched in the chemical stream, coughing and choking as they tried to clear the hazardous fumes from their lungs.

Their coughing soon gave way to vomiting as the acidity of the cleaning solution began to slowly burn their insides, the chlorine-based formula was strong enough to corrode their skin, causing severe burns and blisters to form as the liquid ate into their flesh.

The very few who managed to stand back up were soon to be extinguished when they witnessed a looming white cloth engulf their entire horizon as the oversized bandicoot started to wipe the counter’s surface.

The cloth landed with a soft, yet ground-shaking thwump, and despite only being a few centimeters away from the nearby crowd, it was still seemingly miles away from their perspective; the shifting of dust in the air wafted towards them as the impossibly-sized wad of cloth slowly moved closer and closer to everyone on the countertop. 

Those unlucky enough to be conscious foolishly attempted to hide behind various crumbs that easily dwarfed their puny sizes, or take cover inside the small imperfections within the surface of the counter.

The ground continuously and violently vibrated as the unforgiving lump of moistened cloth collided into everyone; the moment they hit the fibrous beast, they were struck with a force so fast and so strong that it instantaneously vaporized their bodies into mist, barely staining the threads in the cloth. 

As Cola lightly scrubbed left and right on the now-pristine and glossy granite counter, any remains of what was once called it home, living, dead, dust or anything in between, were completely wiped away from existence. 

The giant bandicoot finished cleaning up the area, she made a quick glance around the desk, taking in the full extent of her work, the cleanliness of the counter was more than acceptable.

As she stepped back to admire her handiwork, the microscopic specks of life beneath her feet scurried about, trying to find a way to escape the clutches of death, her loose shoelaces seemed to tease them to cling on to for safety, 

They continued to scream and plead for help, but the deafening sound of her heavy footfalls drowned them out as she took one small step back.

All they could do was pray, pray that whatever small ounce of movement the creature towering over them made wasn’t a death sentence. Unfortunately, avoiding any collateral damage was too much to ask given how impossibly small they were.

A few small groups that found themselves too close to the action had a front-row seat to the seismic sole of Cola’s rubberized sneakers; the material creaked as it shifted off the tiled floor of the kitchen, taking with it a few grains of powdered dust and crushed gravel lodged within the treads, a grim reminder of what fate was about to bestow those who were just moments ago pounding on the weathered walls of her endless footwear.

The massive foot stomped hard as it hit the ground, crushing any speck of microscopic life, living or otherwise, in its path; a violent spatter of dirt and grit spilled out as the giant foot crashed down on the floor like an overgrown comet.

As that single stomp landed onto the ground, the microscopic wasteland it hit to ripple and shake, sending a handful of dust particles everywhere, shards  of pebblets ricocheted into the distance, taking out one unlucky soul like a cannonball raining from the sky, having no idea what just hit them until it was too late.

After being greeted with such a thunderous slap from the monstrous bandicoot’s sneaker, the sheer force of the blow flung everyone off balance, those who were close enough to witness the massacre from afar still fell to the floor from the aftershock.

Some of the surviving members of the crowds desperately tried to use the tiny cracks in the kitchen floor to their advantage, hoping to crawl through the crevices within the rut to make their way to safety, but they were in for a rude awakening as Cola soon shifted her foot down ever-so slightly, this time to an even closer position, relaxing into the cross-sections of one of the tiles and obliterating any of the tiny creatures who so fervently attempted to take cover, those who disappeared into the cracks and crevices between the tile were unforgivably flattened into mush.

The rubber sole let out a high-pitch squeak as the material collided and shuffled across the floor, loud enough to scramble the minds of those next to it, the sound penetrating their soft shells with ease.

Similar events on the floor repeated as she traversed towards the living room. 

Many of the microscopic people were crushed underfoot as the giant bandicoot marched across the kitchen, leaving behind only a trail of destruction in her wake, her large feet pounding against the tiled floor of the kitchen as she innocently stepped on the poor victims, their feeble attempts were quickly and literally squashed.

Any cries of desperation or mercy silenced, as the bandicoot involuntarily stepped on the remaining pieces of rubble and sediment that littered the floor, only increasing the unaware casualties with each shift or step, who were now reduced to mere invisible flecks, leaving nothing but lifeless pinpricks of blood under her mighty treads as it pressed down without remorse, leaving trail after trail of red streaks across the infinite linoleum wasteland. 

Meanwhile, those stuck within her bosom struggled to cling to woolen weave of the jumper, as Cola’s juggernaut jugs playfully jiggled and swooned from left to right as she strode, her massive breasts bounced with every step, making the fabric sway and wave about, making every second spent within her embrace feel like an eternity.

Despite that she wore a tight, form-fitting sweater, there was a noticeable amount of cleavage that peeked out from the sides of her garment, her ample bust overflowed from the confines of the tight knit, as if they were trying to escape from captivity.

The flimsy sweater was barely able to contain her gravity-defying cleavage, while her hips swayed like a pendulum, the undersides of her breasts swinging gently in sync with them. 

The softness of her perky tits were almost hypnotic to the helpless specks below, the sight of her twin peaks was enough to send shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to stare, the simple yet alluring shadows under her orbs were perfectly symmetrical, slightly pointed to the outer reaches of her chest, topped with two massive erect nipples that were firm enough to make anyone blush at such a sight, giving those stranded on the floor an erotic, albeit still unfocused and dilated, final moment.

Her voluptuous breasts continued to smack against the sides of her chest as she walked, causing the fabric to buckle and stretch, swallowing a few stragglers with the folds of the sweater; while they weren’t crushed, they struggled to breathe from the immense yet soft weight of clothing that was slowly smothering them.

Some managed to push and shove their way through the fabric to peek out from behind her ample breasts, while others bravely tried to get a glimpse of the mighty entity that they were currently climbing on, but with her massive body, it was nearly impossible for anyone to see anything but the bottom half of her form and the dark-blue material of her shorts; they could feel a chilling sensation running up their legs as they were exposed to the cool breeze that hit them at such a height.

One rather lucky soul somehow managed to make it onto chest, accidentally cupping and groping the soft and supple skin in an attempt to avoid falling to their doom.

Two people were now stuck near her stomach region, just barely swept up a second time after falling off her busty boobs. From here they could hear every single detail going on within Cola’s body, every single grumble or churn of her belly digesting whatever snack she had before her nap, the constant gusts of oxygen replenishing within her lungs felt biologically impossible, but it was only just the placebo of time being so much slower that made it feel so unnatural, a sensation that made the two survivors squirm and shiver uncomfortably.

They couldn’t take it anymore, it only got harder to stay grappled to the odd formation of cloth, her breathing only worsened their chances of survival, as her lower-torso rhythmically grew and shrunk as she inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply. 

Whether it was bad timing or a consequence of having dozens of living microbes glued to her body, Cola responded to a slight irritation on her upper-torso by gently squeezing the underside of her boobs, cupping them with her arm, a death sentence to those still hanging on within.

Their panicked voices rang out from inside her bosom, their desperate pleas for help muffled by the jostling of her chest, they frantically pleaded for her to stop, begged her to notice them.

“Oh my god! Down here, lady! You're killing us!" One of them yelled, their voice muffled by the fabric covering their little faces.

As the tight fabric squeezed the unfortunate souls into submission, there were no survivors left within the confines of her breasts; thankfully for them, their pain wasn’t long, and they died in a way that many people would wish on themselves, being inadvertently smothered by a killer cleavage was certainly not the worst note to go out on. 

The fear and despair that had been plaguing those trapped in the kitchen quickly spread to the living room where Cola continued to walk. The floorboards creaked and squeaked underneath her weight, causing some of the tiny souls to cringe and cower in advance; some of them buried themselves into the cracks of the wooden floor, while the rest of them cowered in fear, their screams becoming faint as the sound of Cola's footsteps grew louder, their already-mute voices muddied by the pounding of her heavy shoes.

With a final stomp, the colossal shoe came to a halt, allowing the dust to settle, giving the tiny species a small break from the relentless onslaught as she leaned down to sit on the couch.

She began to lean back with a deep sigh, her ass rising slightly to accommodate her posture, the lower slopes of her cheeks coming into view, putting on a brief show for everyone it loomed over.

Her ass slowly eased down onto the cushions, her thick thighs spreading apart as her knees bent, her fleshy ass poking outwards from the pants she wore, the obscene shape of her buttocks jiggling as she sat with a gentle grunt, her massive frame hunching over and pressing down on the cushions beneath her, causing them to sag and ripple in response, a few specks of dust scattered outwards from her powerful thighs as they rested on the couch, a fair number of casualties were all but guaranteed, who were now slowly and painfully steamrolled under the bandicoot's booty, their pitiful screams were snuffed by the fabric that popped their frail bodies.

It was completely unfair, the few attempting to flee had to traverse the uneven weave of the couch’s material, it was an inevitable fate.

Cola shuffled around a bit to find a comfortable spot, her ass jostled with each movement, forcing the few survivors left to squirm and struggle in order to escape her reach.

Only a few of the survivors had the bravery to peek above the folds of the cushions, hoping to catch a glimpse of what lay ahead, they were in for a nasty surprise when they saw the giant bandicoot: Anyone close enough to see the aftermath of her endless asscheeks was met with an indescribable sight, an indescribable mess of crushed bodies and crushed hopes... for most, anyway.

Despite the massacre, a few folks with dirtier minds couldn’t stop looking; the curves on her cheeks were the definition of perfection. The plush globes looked like they were made of velvet, they were smooth, soft, and warm to the touch. 

Her cheeks were both firm and plump, with only the fabric of her pants in their way, and the few brave people who wanted to embrace its beauty were drooling at the thought of bypassing it, to them it was the most inviting thing imaginable.

The material of her pants stretched taut around her rear, creating a wavy shape that echoed her slightest movement within her hips, even the slightest touch of her cheeks caused her soft skin to bounce and jiggle with life, as her buttock muscles moved and flexed in tandem with her movements, the motion was as natural as it was mesmerizing, easily capable of crushing any weakling who dared to come too close.

Only the most horny and desperate of individuals ran directly towards it with open arms, too busy staring at the source of their demise to realize or care that they would get their wish one way or another.

Cola nonchalantly continued about her day, eventually leaving the house at some point to meet some friends; the oblivious massacre halted for a few hours, but the bloodshed soon returned the moment that the ‘coot did. 

By now the death toll was well-over the hundreds, almost thousands, and this was all within the span of 30 minutes; Cola would never find out about the mass-slaughters she committed, she would never notice the blood-coated dust beneath her feet, she would never feel, hear or see the thousands of people attempting to survive the madness that was the microbial universe located within Cola’s house.

Meanwhile, an explanation to the unusual spike of mysterious disappearances of folks across the country would still go unanswered, thousands of random people, families and friends, would be permitted to obscurity as the universe plucked them out of reality. Their next size and destination unknown.

Perhaps it was for the best they weren’t discovered, perhaps another batch that was more willing to adapt to their new nanoscopic home would soon prevail.