The Plane of Vrail was an artificial reality, a side-effect of dimensional engineering from a higher civilization. It was a world laid out flat: horizonless, eternal in every direction, including up. The sky was lit by a procession of suns arranged in a grid separated by twenty-four hour gaps, slowly traveling over the landscape a distance of a bit more than one astronomical unit from the ground.

Vrail, being an infinite place, was inhabited by an infinite number of humans, their progenitors called into sudden existence along with the Plane. Vrail wound up emulating an entire late twentieth century ecosystem, complete with a late twentieth century population density that had exploded in the past one hundred and thirty years. Vrail was now a place of massive, continent-sized metropolises ringed with hinterlands large enough to accommodate three or four earths, dotted with innumerable small cities and towns. An infinity of them in every direction.

Nichto City was a typical megalopolis, with a population of at least twenty billion. Apartment blocks, each twenty stories high or more, followed by massive factories and business districts with one hundred story skyscrapers, punctuated by open areas for parks, stadiums, trainyards, greenhouses, airports and the like, and the pattern was repeated for four thousands of square miles. Bedee was bored with it, to tell the truth, and was half thinking of heading out for the Wilderness.

It was a scorcher of an evening atop the factory roof, the sun having drifted off into a distant red pinprick about to wink out as it traveled west, the shadows long and deep. The city lights began to shimmer into being, lighting up the Residences and the Districts and the Industrial Zones as the second shift trudged back from their meal break. Bedee would have died for a cool breeze just then... and then felt one. A long, slow puff of air moving along her body, and then another a minute or two later. And then another.

The night seemed curiously quiet, even though the ever-present sounds of the city continued to grind away. There was another noise, too, a slow series of subsonic thumps that rattled the ground beneath her feet, each one separated by a minute or so, in sync with the curious breezes. Something felt different, something felt wrong, something felt dangerous, like when a stormcloud loomed. Bedee grimaced at the thought of bad weather up here on the roof, ready to snap the top of her toolbag shut as she glanced nervously at the sky, looking for rain. She gaped with open mouthed amazement as the heavens held an entirely new wonder.

Fluffy white clouds drifted harmlessly high above the city skyline, and they served to give a terrifying sense of scale. She had no idea what she was looking at, at first... a tower? It was as wide as a borough, and dwarfed even the most over-achieving skyscraper. Two towers! No, bigger, broader, somehow familiar. It was black, almost lost against the night sky, save for the gleam of the city lights outlining it down low, the red light of sunset just barely allowing her to make out detail up high. Then she pieced it all together.

For Jy, it was magical... a forest of glittering little crystals at his feet. He took a few steps forward, each footfall marked a swiftly spreading pool of black, like ripples through a pond. The effect was quite charming, and he strolled through the carpet of lights, and he found the feel of the little structures shattering and the yielding earth beneath his boots satisfying. Once darkened, the little pools of shadow did not light up again, save for a small twinkle here or there. Jy quirked a wicked little smile at the notion that he left a trail of darkness wherever he went. Appropriate, for a man in his line of work. He was a soldier and assassin.

Bedee had a very good view of the long, shallow valley from the factory rooftop. She had a fantastic view of the giant boot descending on the city, a black leather Strathconna laced tightly to a lean, muscular and masculine leg. The tremendous lugged sole shattered and crumbled a thousand Residences like they were made of spun sugar, plowing into the ground a hundred feet, sending up a massive shockwave that toppled entire Districts, blasted apart whole factory compounds. The power went out for a dozen blocks in every direction from the impact, small fires erupting from the rubble of the ruined city at the Giant's feet. Hundreds of thousands of innocent people were crushed dead, just like that, either directly by the Giant, or by the falling buildings uprooted by the earthquake of his footfall.

Bedee wept with horror, and screamed again as she saw, a mile off beyond this boot, his other boot begin to lift as the Giant strode callously through the city. It landed close enough where the building shuddered violently beneath her, the wind caused by a leg two miles long swinging through the air to stomp her city was a horrible gale. He was coming closer. He raised his foot to take another step, careless and casual... as if he didn't even know he was walking on people! Bedee wept with the horror of it, and could not conceive of anything more terrible.

Jy paused, his Power sensing people, lots and lots of people, all around and close, but he could see no-one. Just a plain that stretched on forever, with a massive glowing field he was strolling through. He paused, concentrated, and picked out a mind at random.

"Where are you?" he demanded telepathically. He sensed her confusion and terror, and was impatient with it... he seized her mind with his Power, and squeezed, smiling as she screamed. He squeezed harder, forcing out her name. Bedee.

"You can't see me? Are you certain? This is me," he sent a mental image of himself from his boots to his helmet: a tall and fit young officer in his combat uniform, close-fiting black leather jumpsuit beneath black tactical armor, marked sparingly with red insignia. The boots, she recognized the boots. Puzzling mental images, and no more. He savaged her again with his telepathic power, shaking her like a terrier does a rat, "I know you're where you can see me, or at least part of me. Where are you Bedee?"

Jy was assigned to kill a very important group of higher-dimensional beings: ambush them when they materialized, rip their minds to useless, dead tatters, destroy their physical forms with his great strength, and then step sideways through the planes to an unassuming little backwater Reality. Vrail was perfect: only human-based entities had ever heard of it, and it was so dreary and boring, fewer still bothered to give it any thought at all. Once there, he was stuck for a few days before he could shift out again, back to his Home Reality. Only, it seemed, there was a problem with the transfer. A simple mistake in his calculations allowed him to exist on a vastly disproportionate scale.

Jy leaned down, his Power modifying his eyes on the fly, changing reality to allow them to function as he wished. Ah! He could see it now... the little lattice-work crystals were buildings! Smaller! Smaller! He could see busses and trucks and trains crawling along. Smaller! He could now make out the people thronging in the streets, little specs no larger than mites. No.

Bedee choked with terror as she saw the helmet descend from the sky, the faceplate a black mirror that reflected the world, and she knew this incomprehensibly monstrous thing was looking at her. It withdrew as Jy raised himself up to his full height, drinking in the sensation of awe and power, drunk on being five miles tall, the feeling filling Beedee to bursting.

Jy raised his foot, and slowly lowered it directly over her factory, relishing her terror, seeing himself, a living god, from the eyes of a mortal woman. She stared at the bulge of his crotch despite herself, before the armageddon of his bootsole demanded her attention. She had only a moment more to beg, before the end. Bedee's last screams and the sounds of her bones splintering beneath the planetary weight of the giant were pleasing echoes of her living mind as it was snuffed out, reaching Jy through his Power.

It was a modest town, with a clover-leaf offramp that lead to a cobbled main-street lined with quaint shops, and a dozen or so neighborhoods surrounding. Small houses with neatly kept yards, where quiet but proud people lived in contentment.

The heel of Jy's boot screamed from the sky, the sharp edge of it severing Main Street where it connected with the highway. It rolled forward inexorably, the firehouse exploding into a lethal spray of brownstone rubble first, followed by the red-brick school across the street. Children screamed on the playground as they were crushed into the earth, pulped into mud. The first of the shops shivered themselves to splinters next, and a neighborhood of small white cottages was flattened without mercy, as was the larger and more recently built homes three blocks away.

The helpless townspeople rushed out of their homes in panic and confusion as the earth shuddered and heaved beneath them, and the sky was blotted out above. Some had time to realize this was The Giant, and felt despair and doom as they beheld his bootsole as it slowly, deliberately descended, carefully measuring the length of the town. Others simply ran about in panic, or stared with dumb incomprehension as they were squashed. The stockyard and the feedlots, the grocery store, the three saloons... all crushed, their inhabitants murdered.

Jy smirked, and measured the town against his boot... it was a fair sized settlement, with a good population and some industry. He wondered if he could get it all at once. He placed his heel at one end, and slowly rolled his foot forward, laughing as he wiped out an entire community with a single step, grinding away the farmland on either side down to the bedrock.

Captain Hanson wished he could flip the switch that would let him take control of the plane, just once. Takeoff went smoothly, the plane taxiing from the terminal, lumbering down the runway, and slowly heaving its bulk into the air, all on autopilot. Another dull-as-dirt shuttle run from somewhere near one of the Metrpolitan Districts to a Heavy Industrial Zone three hundred miles further in-city, and Hanson was just a hundred and eighty pounds of deadweight in a polyester uniform. If there was an emergency, he was there to fly the plane out of it, but there hadn't been an emergency the automation couldn't handle in over fifteen years, citywide. Air travel in Nechito was as safe as sitting down with a cup of bad airline coffee and a dirty magazine, as that's all Captain Hanson was required to do during these milk-runs. Not anything like piloting the smaller craft, or the hypersonic inter-City rocketplanes. No real flying allowed.

The jet was filled to capacity with businesspeople: managers, consultants, contractors, field reps and salesmen. Eight hundred middle-rung drones jostling for elbow room on a two hour flight, grumpy because they weren't going home earlier. The day's sun was fast speeding westward, dwindling to a distant red orb in the damson and cerulean sky, the first street lights flickering on as the jet began a gradual, smooth ascent. There was trouble at five thousand feet.

Hanson almost felt the red light on the instrumentation blink on, even before he put down the magazine he knew it was there. Something was out of the ordinary. Not enough to abort the automated flight plan, but still... the plane's radar was reporting a false positive. Something so egregiously enormous, the software decided the radar was acting up, and to rely on ground-based radar radio-relayed to the flight computer.

Hanson put down his coffee, palms sweating. The plane had never beeped at him before. Never. But here it is. The plane had lost contact with the ground stations, all of them going offline for emergency maintenance. At once. All of them. The autopilot was blind, and would need to be switched off for safety's sake.

For the first time in years, Captain Hanson would actually fly! He would pilot the plane and all eight hundred passengers to safety, that was the whole reason he was there. He felt younger, and made of stern stuff as he took the yoke.

Eight thousand feet up, and there was a shadow against the sky. An enormous black column as far up and down as the windscreen would let him look. A storm cloud? A plume of smoke from a refinery fire? No, it was solid, very solid, and gleamed in the red light of sunset. It seemed as if it was made out of leather.

Captain Hanson hit the fasten seatbelt sign, and pulled hard on the yoke, trying with all his might to veer the plane around whatever it was, as the plane climbed steeply, he saw the collumn become a man's well muscled leg, the man was a giant, miles and miles tall, dressed in a black leather and steel uniform, the mirror-visored helmet off in the impossible distance not even looking Hanson's way.

The plane was out of danger, if the passengers somewhat shaken by the sudden maneuver, and Hanson felt the first twitches of gibbering madness start to take hold. He giggled. A giant. Miles and miles tall. No wonder the radar was fucked up... giants in uniform weren't a recognized phenomenon. The pilot tittered, eyes wild. Miles tall, probably couldn't even see something so small as an eight hundred passenger jet.

When Captain Hanson saw the well-formed thigh of the giant's other leg swing into his path, all he could do was roar with mad laughter, tears streaming from his eyes even as he wrested the yoke to the left in a last ditch attempt to evade his fate. The giant's leg filled the entire windscreen, and Captain Hanson piloted his eight hundred passengers to a violent, firey doom, helpless.

Erin's world had been reduced to three blocks in any given direction, perhaps six blocks square. Half a mile from one end of the world to the other. A few dozen buildings with cracked and fissured facades, some shattered streets with light poles that tilted crazily and didn't work anymore, half a million screaming people, and an enormous face where the sky should have been. That was the new extent of Erin's world, which had been infinite in every direction just a minute or two ago, back when it was three and two thirds miles lower, and still part of the Plane of Vrail.

Now they were in the palm of a giant's hand, and Erin was more than a little unnerved by the expression on his face. She wasn't put off by his looks, quite the opposite, his aquiline nose and high cheekbones gave him an aristocratic air, his coal-black eyes large and expressive, and that was the problem. They were expressing and emotion that was best described as "maniacal." His mouth wasn't helping, as his lips parted to reveal perfect pearl teeth the size of buildings in what could charitably be called a sneer. It was hard not to lust after, just a little bit, the most powerful man in the world, and since she was also being terrified of him at the same time, and he wouldn't notice anyhow, she decided to stare.

The ground trembled beneath Erin's feet, and she found herself shrieking along with everyone else in the park as five black towers raised themselves at the borders of the world, black leather edifices that dwarfed the tallest of the buildings in the small section of city uprooted by the titan. Erin trembled as they curled inward, and then screamed with mad terror, unable to flee as buildings shattered and collapsed, at their touch. Rubble rained down, and buildings fell into other buildings, the city streets heaving and lurching as the flat plain of the palm became the curved valley of a closing fist. Erin darted first one way, and then the other, fighting against the panicked surge of the crowd, helpless to resist it as it carried her in a useless migration.

Jy held the section of city with one hand. Office buildings, apartment towers, high-rises, garages and city parks, teeming with mite-sized people, all in the palm of his hand. He watched with rapt fascination as the little people tried to compose themselves, tried to get on with their lives again, hoping against hope he'd simply hold them like this, forever. Jy laughed at their presumption, and slowly began to close his open hand into a fist, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he felt the first of the skyscrapers crumble beneath his fingertips. He felt mighty, unconquerable, god-like, and enjoyed the feeling, as he slowly crushed the city in his grasp, eyes wide with imperious cruelty as he deliberately murdered the hundreds of thousands he held in his power...

Jy tried to be careful, but despite this, the first building crumbled between his fingertips, before it was more than a mile off the ground. Undeterred, he returned to one knee, crunching several blocks as his body cast an eclipse over a three mile area of the megalopolis. His trans-human eyes scanned the rows of miniature buildings until he found another suitable for his purpose. It was an especially tall and robust tower, set apart in a nice greensward park. This relative separation allowed him to gently grasp the structure with his fingertips, and rip it from its foundation whole.

This building was designed to a higher standard, and survived the trip to the heavens intact. Jy's face shield disappeared with the touch of a button, and he examined his prize carefully, his mind probing the panicked people inside, allowing the giant to see himself, to admire his handsome visage and bask in the erotic rush of power their terror gave him.

Warriors are rare in the Transcended Planes, as Evolved Beings tend to find better ways to resolve conflict than confrontation. But Jy wasn't about confrontation. He was about entertainment, the savage amusement of bloodsport. He would find an unpopular target, and murder them for the amusement of the Evolved, and then escape before suffering repercussion. He was created for this, an ordinary man made into a monster for the amusement of the powerful.

Jy, at some point in his far past, had his intellectual development set along the path of developing and honing sadism to please his Higher masters. He was an abomination, and the Evolved loved him for it, nurtured him in it, so long as he only murdered those society deemed inconvenient.

Here, he had no such strictures binding him. He could kill to his heart's content with no repercussions, immerse himself completely into his carefully cultivated cruelty. He tilted his head back, and slipped the building between his lips, feeling the hundred-story structure slide down his tongue. Jy swallowed the building and the fifteen thousand some-odd people inside it, whole and entire.

Night had come before lunchtime. Blackness enveloped Steve's office window, and thirty stories below, the streetlamps flickered to life. He had little time to marvel over this, as he was thrown from his chair violently, tumbling against the filing cabinets along one wall, and nearly crushed by them as they fell over when he tumbled back the other way. The whole building groaned and the structural girders hidden by drywall began to scream in a most terrifying way.

Steve was pelted with the knickknacks he kept at his desk, and Lucinda clawed her way from the hallway, bruised and disheveled, to cling to him in the relative safety of the small office. They screamed together as they fell first against the window, and then fell the length of the room to the wall, and then back to the floor. The hidden girders ceased screaming, and began to twang and thrum as the coworkers were pressed to the floor by an incredible upward acceleration, weeping and shouting in confused terror as the daylight returned. For now.

There was an end to the motion, and the pair crawled to their knees to peer out the window, and Lucinda shrieked in mortal terror. There, laid out like a map, was her city. She could even see the green and brown of the farmlands and wilderness beyond from up here. Steve grabbed her arm, his eyes wide with wonder as he beheld the giant.

Lucinda screamed as she looked down at nothing but thin air for four miles, and the checkerboard landscape of the city far, far, far below. The Giant smiled at them, the lips of his handsome mouth parting as the grin grew to a gape, and the sun went away again as their building was dropped into his maw. Steve clutched at Lucinda, trying to protect her from the sheer horror of their predicament with his masculine strength, but failing, utterly. She wept uncontrollably, ripping at his shirt with her carefully manicured hands.

He didn't care for her as a coworker, but that was immaterial. He hushed and soothed her, even as they were bashed against the walls yet again as the giant's tongue took over for his fingers. The two were sprawled against the window, watching the slimy, rough surface of the Giant's tongue slide by, illuminated by the EverGlo overhead fluorescent lights. They didn't require electricity to operate, dispensing a pleasing, blue-white glow for three decades before needing to be replaced, and the lights showed them taste-buds as tall as a man, slick with saliva, as the pair slid down, down, and soon the surface was smooth as they entered the esophagus.

"Steve! No, please, it's madness! Come away from the window!" she begged. Steve selected a heavy brass putter, and put his shoulder to his desk, driving it to the window where he could climb upon it to get at the glass. Lucinda backed away, until the office door was to her back. She slipped out and closed it behind her, pausing to look through the door's small window as Steve reared back to clobber the large pane of glass.

Digestive fluids flooded the sealed office, and Lucinda shrieked in mad horror as Steve writhed and wriggled in it before her eyes, his fine and fancy suit melting, his skin bubbling away from his flesh as he screamed into the acid. She could hear it through the liquid, through the door, Steve screaming as he was digested. Fat and muscle softened and liquified, eyes running from their sockets in little bubbles of white matter, and the twitching stopped only when there were exposed organs surrounded by bare bone.

It was not a simple death, an easy death, a quick death. Lucinda wanted any death other than that, to be digested alive. She wept and pounded at the office door, wanting her ordinary sort of life back, prepared to sacrifice anything for this to be a particularly vivid nightmare. She paused as an acrid smell assailed her nose, and she realized the door-frame was smoking... and yellowish fluid was seeping out from beneath it, causing the soles of her sensible shoes to smoke and smolder as well. She shrieked and danced away from the puddle, watching in horror as it grew, the carpet smoking into toxic fumes as it was dissolved.

Lucinda looked toward her left, and saw a puddle growing toward where she stood, filling the hall in that direction, getting deeper the further it went. Lucinda started toward her right, and was greeted with a small wave, no higher than an inch, rolling towards her down the hallway. And where she was, the door-frame smoked, and made her cough roughly.

She ran anyways, winding up knee-deep in the stuff, which stung, then savaged without mercy. Lucinda died screaming, aware of her body being melted away before her very eyes, conscious by a trick of cruel fate until her own heart was ceased by the caress of the Giant's saffron bile, even as it surged higher and higher and higher, claiming the mite-sized woman, and everyone else in the building, melting them into their base compounds, which were absorbed and put to efficient use by the giant's hyper-evolved body.

A quarter mile to the southeast, and there was a black leather column, the lugged sole of the Strathconna boot nestled into the skyline, flames flickering up beneath massive, billowing clouds of toxic smoke. The Giant, and his Boot, were not harmed in the slightest. If the soot of the fires it caused made the thick urethane sole any blacker, the causal observer a quarter mile off couldn't tell.

A quarter mile to the southwest, and the scene was repeated in mirror-land. You could see the round leather dome of His booted heel, if you had the imagination to handle something and someone that huge. Above it was the ankle, thick in a masculine sort of way, giving way to a well-developed calf, laced up and encased in skin-tight boot leather, gleaming with the orange flames of gas-fires and the rising sun.

There it was, miles overhead. Tight leather BDU's that did more to accentuate his masculine bottom half than conceal. The roundure of His glutes were more than apparent even as they began their descent to the ground, the quadraceps of His massive thighs bowing taught through his leather uniform as that magnificent man-ass lowered towards her, athletic and svelte.

He was going to miss her, and Evelyn was pleased she would survive His impact, bearing a mute, masturbating witness to the male rump as it clobbered the skyline. Buildings broke and exploded into dusty crumbs as the Giant slowly sat on them, people rushing out onto the street, and towards her even as they were overcome by the black leather pants, tailored to flatter the fit figure of the Giant. Evelyn laughed as they were crushed beneath Him, her Perfect Man.

Evelyn was pleased she was at the apex of His crotch as He settled down to earth, crunching at least two square miles of the City's apartment blocks and office parks beneath His regal ass. The pavement beneath her high-heels heaved and rumbled, causing her to cling to a light-pole to avoid being cast to the sidewalk. Cracks appeared in the pavement, fissures wide enough to swallow cars entire appearing before her amazed eyes.

Jy grew weary, having leveled more than half the City. He settled himself down upon the ground, grinning as he felt the tiny buildings crunch beneath his butt, and smiling decadently as he felt structures demolished beneath his leather-clad scrote, his soft balls easily squashing the factory complex entire. He enjoyed the way it felt, so he leeeeaned forward a bit, crushing more...

Evelyn watched with fascinated horror as tenements and office blocks were rolled under the roundure of the giant's bulge, the leather Unit toppling taller structures, and simply engulfing smaller ones, clouds of dust and debris shooting up into the sky to powder the curvature of the dark garment. She backed away, her lust only growing with her terror as the leather loomed nearer and nearer until His balls were, quite literally, upon her...

Evelyn felt the rough pavement upon her back, and the soft leather covering her. She licked and lapped at it, even as the weight increased, the Giant's city block-sized balls bearing down upon her, until she felt her breath pressed from her frail frame. Still, she kissed and worshipped the package of her God, well satisfied that she die beneath Him... and with that very thought, Jy crushed her to death, neither knowing nor caring such a woman as she had ever existed.

Jy slowly pulled down on his zipper, watching the city closely as it watched him, frozen in their tracks, waiting for the next assault. Well, here it was. He smiled seductively as he exposed his sex, each tooth of the zipper disengaging from its mate with a roll of thunder, his cock emerging from the slit in the leather of his pants with aching slowness. Jy revealed his masculine secrets to the city, confident not a soul would live to reveal them to anyone else.

Melanie ran, one among tens of thousands on this street alone. She glanced back in terror and wonder as the giant's cock plowed through skyscrapers, pushing them aside to topple with slow majesty into lethal showers of steel, glass and concrete. The mere humans were no match at all, and she wept to see it thrust, savagely exploding through the skyline until it was suddenly only four blocks away. She saw women in heels and men in expensive suits push at the massive, circumcised head, a ridiculous sight, as if they were holding back a mountain, only to be dragged beneath it with a spray of red and inhuman shrieks as the giant member probed forward, grinding them beneath it.

The immense manhood stopped, and Melanie was frozen, trapped in a crowd that seemed unable to move itself to safety. She stared, with a small amount of lust, as the member seemed to darken in color, and throb, the pre leaking from the ten-story tall slit in a viscous, trickling waterfall from the cliff-face of Jy's cock-head. She looked directly up at the sky, and saw only the heaving abs of the well-toned giant, and if she craned her neck back as far as it would go, she would see a handsome face lost in lust and cruelty.

Not right away. The first moments of his climax shot out cannon-blasts of cum that leveled high-rises in a straight line: one, two, three powerful spurts that rocketed overhead to an unknown destination, followed by smaller shots that pummeled the city not a hundred yards from her, bashing down buildings and splashing craters into the asphalt. She screamed, and screamed, and wept as the spurts ceased, and the flow began, a fast-moving tide of white, sticky cum. It smelled faintly, pleasantly of citrus as it swirled up around her, washing her away to struggle hopelessly in the thick seed, and drown.

Jy roared with savage truimph as he gloried in his orgasm, literally fucking the city to ruins. Breathing heavily with passion, he rolled over onto his back, broad shoulders smashing suburbs, tight, round rump tensing as he stretched with the luxury of the afterglow, smashing people and places beneath his mighty ass. He was still erect, and his cock demanded more human sacrifice...

Vera waded up to her shins in the thick, salty tide. Clear and flowing, it portended her doom. Vera was in a steep crevasse, the salmon-shaded sides unscalable, slick and glistening. She glanced over her shoulder, and beheld an odd tableaux as one woman sought to scramble free, while another sought to pull her down.

"No! No! No! It's what He wants! He wants you to squirm and wriggle! Do not, sister, do not!" cried out one. A nun, great. Vera held her in contempt already. Too many of them about the city these days, predicting doom and apocalypse. The fact that doom and apocalypse were upon everyone didn't dilute the disregard.

Vera noted the smell herself, but wasn't repulsed... it was the alkaline scent of male pleasure. It made her think of how her man tasted when he came in her mouth. Vera's gloved fingers slipped against the crevasse's steep walls, and she was thrown to her knees as the earth moved beneath her.

No, not the earth. Something else. Something warm and throbbing and soft, and it could feel her. The salty stream she waded through became deeper, drenching the bottom of her skirt, now. Vera knew she was a dead woman... it was just a small matter of time. The ground shook and heaved anew as the first woman escaped the nun, and had somehow managed to scramble up to the lip of the crevasse.

And with that, the whole world was upended in rhythmic surges, such that Vera found herself staggering through the unholy stream from one purpled wall to the other, the fluid level rising rapidly about her. Vera wept, knowing where she was, what the movements around her meant, and how imminent her fate was by the rising of the fragrant, salty tide... she was a dead woman, with only moments left to live, and she knew it.

Jy's gloved fingertips traced the monumental tower of his sex, pausing to stroke at his pleasure-ridge as his hyper-enhanced eyesight beheld the three tiny women stuck in his slit. They somehow had survived when he fucked their building to dust, but they weren't going to survive this. He laughed as he felt the climax welling up within him his pre-cum flowing more and more freely. When he did come, he didn't even spare a second though to the women blasted to crimson smears in the monumental jet of his lust.

The worst part was the glee. If the brute had a scowl, brows knitted, cheeks lined with care and rage, that would be one thing. If it were the blank silver face-shield, reflecting the eschateon back down at the sinners, that would be another. But, the big brute ate the buildings, and let them all see what he looked like, what he was feeling as he destroyed Nichto City.

Unrestrained delight, a smile three hundred yards wide as he stomped the city, each footfall demolishing a District entire. His red-and-black eyes were wide with wonder and wicked glee, fully cognizant that his every step murdered tens of thousands. What was worse was the smile playing upon Sister Silestre's lips as she watched him go about his business with ruthless abandon, the young nun's belly warming for the first time in her life, spreading dangerously slow, down between her hips. It didn't help that the sour workmen filed onto the rooftop beside the young Sister, and voiced their stoic opinions.

"We just cut a deal with 'em, those at that factory, and in those office towers," intoned another. The Holy Sister felt her inner thighs were far too slick for the occasion, her hand straying down to travel along the inside of her young, softly muscled feminine thigh through the black fabric of her habit, up, up, up...

"That's an easy half trill we're going without," grunted a third hardened and bitter man as the giant squashed another source of Union revenue. Upper Management had long since fled in private rocketplane, the middle-managers cramming themselves and sometimes their families as well into commercial jets. Sister Silestre found herself grinning far too broadly as a jet collided with the giant's thigh, and he hadn't even bothered to notice as he deliberately crushed another part of the city underboot.

"Coming this way, now," commented one of the men, almost conversationally. They were all doomed, and they knew it. So they stood sullenly upon the rooftop, passing around a pack of cigarettes. Sister Silesia declined with a brief shake of her head, her eyes glued to the giant. She imagined her breasts swelling up two cup sizes as her eyes roved over his uniform, bursting through her simple bra and ripping her black garments in two, with the sheer force of forbidden desire. Her lips parted in what she thought was an inaudible moan as she watched his darksome gaze focus on the fire and flame from a refinery he had just trampled.

A thunder that welled up from street level all but deafened them, tossed them from their feet. Sister Silestre caught herself by the rooftop's railing, her free hand surrepetitiously stroking her achingly erect nipple as her new God made his presence felt. Shattering glass as windows knocked loose by the giant's latest footfall crashed to the factory floor, workers shouting and screaming as shards of death rained down on them.

"I know you did," said the Rep, "It's not your fault. Some guys, they think everything's going to be all right so long as the production line moves. So they make it move, come hell or high water. Home or here, I don't think it will make much of a difference."

"More like hell than high water. Look," said the Secretary. Jy's furthest foot lifted, and the four of them could see the debris falling from his bootsole... clumps of earth, shattered, twisted storage tanks, buildings entire that wedged, half-crushed between his boot-treads, only to fall now thousands of feet to crash into the residential district his foot was hovering above now, less than a mile off. Sister Silestre gasped and moaned as she came face-to-face with Jy's massive, mighty boot. She was only just a bit higher than the top edge of his bootsole, lost in its shimmering leather brilliance. She prayed aloud, fervently, earnestly, honest in her faith for once in her life. She worshipped Maleness, embodied of sexual pleasure and physical power, everything she joined the Order to suppress. Maleness was here, five miles tall, trampling the works of humanity beneath His mighty boots, taking pleasure... she moaned more loudly than she intended as she focussed in on his crotch, the tight leather of his uniform accentuating his physical arousal rather than hiding it... real pleasure in the exercise of his power.

"Poor girl. She's a looker for a nun, too. I'd take her in a jiffy, if I wasn't as scared as she is. Like a noodle down there," said the Secretary, and the other two men guffawed and puffed nervously on their cigarettes, looking up with doom-struck awe at the massive, miles-high edifice of Jy.

The giant made to take another step, and the quartet quietly made ready for his next footfall... Sister Silestre held onto the railing with one hand, and sought her clit with the other, the Job Boss sat down on the gravel of the roof, holding onto his knees, the Rep grabbed onto the cowling of a ceiling vent, and the Secretary paced nervously, and lit another cigarette. The good Sister hyperventilated as she saw their future, rubble falling from the bottom of a man-god's sole. The buildings and rock and earth impacted upon the buildings, shaking high-rises until they cracked and crumbled and tilted at odd angles... and then the Boot, the Mighty Boot, crushing the works of man like so many sugar cubes beneath His tread... the shockwave came a half heartbeat later.

Sister Silestre was the most prepared, in tune with the size and destructive potential of her new God, clinging to the railing as the factory fractured and slumped to the side after being wrenched violently from its foundations by the impact. The Rep fared almost as well, cursing where the metal cut through his calloused palms. The Job Boss was a broken wreck of a man, tossed and bounced and rebounded upon the graveled rooftop, cursing and coughing up blood, unable to stand on his broken leg. The Secretary disappeared, screaming and unmanned in his mortal terror, over the side of the factory to fall to his death in the paved lot far below.

Jy raised his foot again, and Sister Silestre fell backwards, her eyes glued to the giant's, masturbating without concern or care, for anything but his overwhelming, miles-tall presence. She prayed to him, body writhing as He blessed her with His presence, mocking her in His mind as the boot descended.

Jy invaded the mind that radiated lust, and enjoyed the sight of his own boot descending upon the tiny people, only three of them, but it was enough. He laughed as he saw the light blotted out through the Sister's eyes, mocking her companions as he stomped them flat, to join the other tiny people staining the bottoms of his boots. He didn't bother spending more than a second or two relishing his power and cruelty, before taking another step, aiming for a mall teeming with victims. He laughed as it imploded underfoot, and ten thousand minds were suddenly snuffed out into a red silence...

Time to go. The planes of existence were in alignment, the stars were right... or as right as the stars in this strange place ever got. Jy concentrated on the incantation, his engineered mind traveling down the perception paths that would observe a conduit between worlds into being. As much as he had enjoyed his time here in Vrail, he had obligations to fulfill, meme-viruses skillfully implanted he could not expunge that compelled him to return to Society and the comforts of the Evolved Planes. Jy was a celebrity there, coddled in spare-no-expense luxury, so long as those who were truly powerful could revel in his memories of cruelty.

Something was wrong, and getting more wrong by the moment. Jy's mind writhed and contorted itself as it sought familiar planes through the inter-brane pathways in the larger hyper-brane, the collections of the infinite that comprised the entirety of reality. His powerful mind would not, could not accept any form of defeat, its power radiating into the essential stuff that the existence of existence comprised of, and squeezed, torturing and crushing it until it relented, and brought him across the brane-space, from the Plane of Vrail, to... to... where was he?

Lady Arogo reclined upon her dias, contemplating the beauty of the subtle tones of the peach-colored sky of her world at dusk. Boring! When would Jy return? She needed new input, new cruelty to live through in the brute's memory to keep going another epoch. Where was Jy?

"Where am I?" asked Jy, disoriented and irritated at the frustration of his efforts. His boots were planted upon a flat, if giving surface, a mottled blue-brown-green carpet that stretched on forever under the gentle yellow glow of a single sun in a cloudless sky. At the level of his hips, grapefruit-sized orbs hovered in thin air. This place felt... weird. Different, but intimately familiar. Not home, but not Vrail, it felt in-between. Someplace new, wrenched into being by Jy's massively powerful mind. His softly gloved fingertips rubbed away the confusion at his forehead as he figured out where he was, and when he could leave.

As twilight turned to night, something dreadful was revealed in the heavens. Lady Arogo beheld a vision of Jy, confused and irritated, obscuring the familiar stars of her sky. Something in her bones let her know something was wrong, her opal eyes glittering in the starlight as she gazed intently up at the man in leather dominating her sky. The Lady's brow furrowed as she set her intellect to the problem, and then halted in panic... that wasn't a vision.

Jy felt an Evolved mind probe his but it was different, too. Closer, smaller, inexplicably weaker. And familiar. He probed back, and nearly fell to his knees reflexively. Lady Arogo! Here! But, diminished... and where, exactly? There were no other people visible, just the mottled carpet and the thought of it arousing him for some unknown reason, and the floating blue-and-green orbs, the nearest one... oh! The nearest one was where she was. Jy leaned down to get a closer look.

Lady Arogo, or as she now knew herself, Lady Arogo'01, felt the world drop away beneath her feet as she realized what it was she was looking at. She felt pride in identifying herself as a copy of the original before the others, but even as she became aware, the other mindstates came flowing in for a look at their future. Lady Arogo'08, Lady Arogo'4956 and Lady Arogo'Octangle-Three were the first to figure it out. Lady Arogo'01 was the first to experience it. Jy, huge and unstoppable leaned forward, looming even more immense than she could comprehend, the mirrored visor of his helm reflecting the whole world. But she could see the cruel eyes behind... see them with her mind's capable eye. They were pitiless and cruel. Just as she'd made him, or as Lady Arogo'00 made him. Lad Arogo was real, and the rest of her, an infinity of microscopic copies, weren't. Just constructs in this strange new plane of being, echoes of the Home Plane and the strange place Jy had been exiled to. She shivered, she certainly felt real. And powerless. She hadn't the reality-altering powers she should, or they were trumped by the strangeness of this plane.

Lady Arogo'01 felt Jy's mind seek her out, and was awed by the immensity of the power of it... she couldn't tell if it was because she was tiny in this place, or because he was huge, engineering himself into an astronomic function of the new plane. A reward, a vengance, for all he'd been made to do, for being made. Lady Arogo remembered touching his mind with her powers when he was an ordinary man, and making him want her, making him need her, at the same time she planted the roots of sadism into his core being. Now she was Lady Arogo'01, and helpless before the immense god as he came to make her pay for her meddling.

Jy's brain was larger than her whole world, and he brought the power of it to bear, making her rip off her own stylish clothes, baring her voluptuous, eternally young and beautiful body, to grovel and writhe on the fractal tile mosaic of her villa's courtyard, staring up as day became night, and revealed her doom.

She was aware of the billions of other Evolved on the planet in blind, screaming panic as a huge, gloved hand reached for their world. Strange tides ripped through coastal cities, and the very ground beneath their feet shuddered and trembled, dormant volcanoes suddenly erupting, and massive windstorms scoured the plains. Tens of millions died, and he hadn't even touched their planet. Yet.

Jy took the orb into his fingers, the thick digits settling into the soft texture of the planet, the patterns of cloud and sea swirled into strange new shapes by his grip. He could sense the suffering of billions as he held their world in his fist. He smiled, and began to squeeze. The world cracked and crumbled in his mighty grip, the crust of the planet shattering to dust, the magma of the core squirting between his fingers, until nothing remained but slowly cooling asteroids. Three billion Evolved died in screaming terror in less than a minute because, because Jy willed them to die. Now he was turned on.

The black figure dominated the heavens, redefining the purpose and nature of astronomy for the world of Lady Arogo'02. She was linked with her copy one world away, and saw how she died, the very earth rising up to smash her as it was destroyed by the giant. Now she watched the gloating brute as he eyed her own planet, his mind seeking her out, making her watch as he slowly unzipped his close-fitting uniform, the bulge in the leather trousers turning into a massive, purple shaft that was half again as long from pubes to glans than her planet was from pole to pole. This wanton display was writ upon the cloudless sky, and she screamed as Jy's massive member came towards them, at the same time as the earth quaked and the wind howled as he ushered the planet towards it.

Lady Arogo'02 gazed up in wonder as the cock-head rushed towards her, taking up more and more and more of the sky. She felt lightness, as the gravity of it interfered with her planet's own pull, and terror as she knew Jy was inside her mind, savoring her terror, anticipating her death with a hungry expectation. The entire sky was eclipsed by his cock, and she screamed as she could see it descend from interplanetary distances to where she was standing, helpless and naked and crushed mercilessly, squashed from existence by Jy's sex.

Jy laughed maniacally as he brought the planet closer and closer to his manhood, savoring the terror and destruction wrought by his advance. With a sneer, he thrust his shaft into the planet, crushing this Lady Arogo with the first contact. The crust and mantle hesitated before yeilding, parting into a sandy softness his cock speared the world, the molten core warm and pleasant on his satiny flesh. He pumped the orb along the length of his sex, laughing as he literally fucked the world to peices, ruthlessly murdering the Evolved by the billions for his own dark pleasure.

Jy was still erect, his hands on his hips. He smiled as he surveyed an infinity of worlds, and wondered which one he would fuck next, and which one he would drown in his cum. He wouldn't stay here forever, but he'd enjoy the three or four days he needed for the planes to re-align... and he would kill, and kill, and kill, never sated, always satisfied.