The Birthday Goddess
A Goddess Sarah adventure!






Chapter 1: The Coolest Wish

So yeah, it's my birthday.  I'm 19!  Finally old enough to do everything legally!!  When I
was 18 I was old enough to play the lottery and vote, but not old enough to drink, except
in Quebec.  I sat around chilling with my friends, not a whole lot of us, just a few: me,
(I'm Sarah), my other friend Sara, Zabrina (we call her Zabbee), Alicia, Emily, Christina
(who we call Chris), Hannah, Angela (Ange), Kristi, Melanie (Mel), Victoria (Vicky),
Jessica, and Megan (Meg—we don't like using full names).

Don't worry.  It's not a test to name them all.  You're gonna get to know them all very
well REAL soon.

We were all sitting around, shooting the shit waiting for the boys to come over. 
Mmmmmm…yummy!!  We're going clubbing tonight.  Like I said, it's the first time I
can do it legally!  I love it.  Of course, we started partying early.  Molson flowed like
wine.  Gino beats oozed from the speakers, the windows pulsing with the electric
rhythms.  Vicky rocked in a hypnotic trance nursing her Molson. I stood, giggling at
something Chrissy said, trying to hold my feet and keep the world from spinning when
Kristi bounded up to me.  She too was obviously totally trashed already.  I saw her mouth
open and her words spill out like a badly dubbed Japanese movie.

"So what did you wish for?" 

I was like, so fucking confused.  Wished for?  Maybe I should have layed off the Molson. 
It sorta clicked to me that I was the one that was totally trashed.  My nose wrinkled in
confusion as I asked her, "Whaddya mean?"

"You know!"  Kristi pushed a blonde lock from her teddy-bear cute face.  "Birthday
cake?  Candles?  Blowing it out?  Make a wish Sarah?  Any of this ringing a bell?"

I didn't even think that she would have remembered earlier in the day.  Oh!  The cheap
ass pre-party party with a cake and sang happy birthday.  I made a wish.  I got a little
embarrassed – people aren't supposed to ask you this question!  I thought back on it and
suddenly laughed, remembering my silly wish at the time.  I couldn't stop giggling as I
told Kristi her answer, and I couldn't wait to see the expression on her innocent face.

"I said I wished that we were fucking huge Kristi.  It's da dope shit, I think."

Kristi's expression of bewilderment was the perfect compliment to her way-too-blonde
looks.  "Fuckin' huge?  BUP!  You weren't even drinking then.  What are you talking
about?"
 
I tried to explain it to her.  It's been a fantasy of mine for over a year – a silly idea that I
love dearly, the idea of being big.  I mean REAL big.  Like, bigger than the biggest
building big!  "Ma, you stupid troia…what don't you get?  I wanna be HUGE…so huge
that we can do whatever the fuck we want, when we want, and nobody can stop us.  I
think it's an awesome wish."

"Eh, I still don't get it."  She was obviously going for a blonde-moment academy award.

I slopped down another drink of cold Molson, the bitterness sliding across my tongue as
if I had just licked the outside of an orange. "Think of the freedom to do whatever we
wanted!  Just do what we feel!  Go anywhere we wanted, step anywhere we wanted,
nothing could stop us!"

I didn't even notice a tall, thin, dishwater blonde girl sneak up from me from behind. 
"YO!  LISTEN UP!!!  SARAH WANTS TO BE FUCKIN GODZILLA!!" My friend
Hannah shouted loudly, right in my ear, over the Stevie B. music, making my ear pound. 
Everyone cracked up laughing except Sara. 

Sara smiled, pursing her thick ruby lips as she actually thought about the idea for a
moment.  "I think it would actually be pretty sick," she said to all the giggling girls
around her. 

It was like someone farted in church.  Everyone stopped to look at her now.  "Sick, why? 
I think the idea is pretty weird", Chrissy said.

"I agree with Sarah.  I mean…being able to go anywhere…being able to pick people up
and toy with them like insects…plus," she smiled, with a mischievous look crossing her
dark-haired face, "Plus you could have sex with anyone…or anything!"

"Yeah, having sex with an insect gets me hot," mocked Chrissy.

 "That's so disgusting!"  Hannah's eyes rolled up in her haid.  "Having sex with
anything?  God Sara…you're such a burn out."

"Don't be such a biatch Hannah, I think it would be cool too." Zabby chimed in. Zabby's
voice bellowed out over the din of the music and party, a surprising sound from such a
tiny person.
 
"God Zab, you're just saying that because you're so small."  Hannah looked at Zabby's
diminutive form a bit condescendingly.

"Well, I've always wanted to be taller," said Zabby wistfully, "…and being huge sounds
bitching!"

Silence fell over the room, except for the pulse of the music.  Vicky looked down at the
ground, as if envisioning tiny people running around her slim ankles.  She put a finger to
her thin lips as she gazed down at her imaginary living dolls and a slow smile spread
across her face.  Ange hoisted her Molson into the air like she was heaving a tree trunk. 
She gripped the dark brown bottle tightly, half expecting it to crush under the immense
power of her imagined strength.  It's a shame that dream's don't come true, because I
would love to be a giant.  Soaring up into the skies, the world trembling with each step of
my monstrous foot, my voice booming out over creation, reaching every crevice in every
apartment in every city in the entire province.

Hannah's frown lines furrowed deeply as she looked around the room at all of us. 
"You're all thinking about it, aren't you?"  she said with disgust.  "If you were that big,
where would you shop?  You'd have to get Molson by the keg…and you know how guys
hate dating girls taller than them…"

Then, everyone looked around the room.  The chair under Sara's round bottom fit her
more snugly.  Ange's dark hair suddenly brushed the ceiling.  Zabby and Chrissy hardly
fit on the couch anymore, their legs bent up at an odd angle.

"We're not thinking about it," breathed Jessica, admiring her own curvy, increased form. 
"It's fucking happening!"



Chapter 2: Tiny Toronto

We had all been so lost in the moment that we hardly even noticed the room squeeze shut
on us as we expanded into it!  Chairs dwindled into kid's furniture.  Vicky stepped and
smashed a solid oak coffee table.  The room was cramped like being trapped inside a
McDonald's kiddie plasyroom!  Even the doubting Hannah grew, looking at her own
swelling, lengthening arms in horror.  Mel's pretty face looked terrified, her curly brown
locks lengthening and cascading around her face.  She was hunched over at the waist to
keep from knocking herself against the ceiling, and suddenly she couldn't take it
anymore.  She planted her giant hands against the ceiling and pushed – it gave way as if
she were simply lifting the top off of a trash can.  Wood fractured as stick-sized lumber
split and showered around us.  I didn't care, I could finally stand up again!  We all did,
huddled in the room like we were trying to set a record for the most number of girls to
squeeze into a phone booth.  I couldn't believe that we were actually growing and
growing so fast.  I mean, when I looked down, I could see the ground getting further and
further away.  Trees had shrunk to the size of bushes, and I had to dodge the telephone
lines crossing the house.

With a resounding THUD, Alicia pulled a thick leg over the wall and set it on the ground,
followed by her other trunk-thick leg.  She had a wild look in her eyes as she examined
her swelling fingers. "What the fuck is going on?" she boomed loudly enough for the
whole neighborhood to hear.  She realized the size of her own voice, but could not help
her volume.  "How big are we gonna get?"

Hannah also took a step over the step-sized, crumbling wall.  "What the Hell are you
doing to me?" she said accusatorily.

Kristi had long, sandy blonde hair, and stroked it with her fingers, looking down at the
ground, grinning and smiling like a kid in a toy-store.  "I think I'm gonna grow as big as
a tree so I can pick up people and hug them like teddy bears!" she giggled.
.
Zab looked around, and then looked up to the sky.  "Don't think so small," her voice
echoed.  She smiled at it, as if realizing a secret dream come true.  "I don't wanna stop at
tree-sized – I want to be as big as an electric tower."  She flexed her arms.  "I'm going to
impress everyone who called me shorty or shrimp.  They won't talk to me like that
again!"

Emily put her hands on her hips, her feet spread out in a stance of confidence and power. 
"20 stories!" she chimed excitedly, "so I won't have to walk up any steps in any building
ever again!"

Sara let out a deep, resilient laugh, her t-shirt jiggling with the ample curves beneath it as
she sucked in gallons of the evening air, and continued to grow.  She tilted her head up,
as if  speaking to the soft clouds above her head.  "As big as a skyscraper," she boomed
loudly, "so I can squeeze a building between these with a hug it would never forget!"  To
emphasize her new size, her hands cupped her envious t-shirt curves and she pushed her
breasts together as if forming a dune-sized sand castle.

Me, well, I really didn't know when our growing would fucking stop.  I just know that if
it were up to me, I would want to be twice the height of the CN Tower, the tallest thing in
Toronto, and the tallest structure in the world.  "I want to be so  big that all the people
look smaller than ants and I would be a goddess."

"Well all I can say is that I'm glad our clothes are growing too, or it'd be fucking cold out
here," said Emily, her arms crossed beneath her chest, looking down at the dwindling
houses at her feet.

And still we kept growing!  Alicia, just a bit on the chunky side, waved her thick fingers
in front of her dark hair and eyes, creating a rush of wind with each pass.  Trees shrank to
hand-sized sponges of clover-like leaves, and continued to close in on themselves.  We
finally could stop worrying about all the phone lines – Ange kept tangling them up in her
ankles and snapping them like fine spider silk.  Emily bent down, her blue eyes filling
windows as she tried peering into the tiny structures that she could hardly believe were
three and four story houses.  We grew so fast that if people saw us and screamed, we
couldn't hear them anymore, or hardly noticed. 

Toronto, once a huge fucking city that you could get lost in, with it's rows and rows of
skyscraper after skyscraper, became smaller and smaller.  As it shrank and grew smaller
ands smaller, it grew more and more to look like a toy, a model, than an actual city. 
Buildings looked like fragile stacks of wooden chips.  The freakiness of this all wore off
and curiosity rushed in to fill the mental void.

"We've done it," I said.  I couldn't believe how my voice seemed to echo, like rolling
thunder in a storm!  "We can really do…anything," I said with a bit of hunger that
surprised even me.

Sara and Kristi were the first to experiment with the toy town.  Sara began to walk
towards all of Toronto's steel gray skyscrapers, and Kristi followed.  Each of Sara's steps
was slow and deliberate, like she was walking on the moon.  Her buxom body shook with
each step – and the ground – holy shit!  Beneath her sneakers, water mains burst.  Tiny
spouts of water shot up through cracks that formed in the asphalt at her feet, and fire
hydrants popped like bubbles.  She squeezed her hips between buildings and walked up
to the CN Tower…it's 1500 feet tall.  Well…to normal ppl.  To us…well, it was a toy. 
We were like, twice it's size.  Yeah, that's right..  Me and my friends were 3000 fucking
feet tall.  My wish came true.  Who would have thought that a half-assed birthday wish
would come true? 

"What should I do with these tiny things?"  boomed Sara.  Her voice shook the glass on
the tiny steel structures.

"Anything you want," I said back to her.  My heart pounded with excitement and energy
and power.  "There are no rules…except da ones dat we make."

Sara bent her body at the waist as she had to get lower and lower to try to see inside of
the tiny structure.  It formed a needle at the top, with a spinning restaurant, about the size
of her fist.  Beneath the restaurant and observation deck, it slimmed back down into a
fragile needle that grew into the ground like a slender fern.  Sara bent lower and lower
and got her face close to the glass.  "I can see tiny people!" she whispered excitedly.

Kristi followed her to the toy-sized tower.  A giant hair band held her blond locks in
place as she bent to take a closer look.  "They are definitely too small for teddy bears,"
she giggled, glass cracking at the rush of her voice.

Suddenly, Chrissy began laughing.  She let out a booming hurricane of giggles that
spread over town, echoing down streets.

"What's so funny?"  Kristi's girlish voice echoed back.

"Look at you two, you think you could have worn a little lower neckline?  You're giving
those insect people quite the show!"

Sara smiled and shifted her weight from side to side, jiggling a bit and giving them their
money's worth.  I glanced at the ground while they bantered back and forth.  If I looked
real hard, I could make out tiny insects all over the street – people shaped insects –
covering their ears in obvious pain, running like a swarm of ants, pointing and screaming. 
I wanted to laugh so loud that it would break every window in the city.   But before I
could, I was interrupted by Ange giggling behind me.

"Hehehehe" her lilting giggle lit up the sky.  Ange was always quite photogenic, with
dark hair and smooth tan skin, thin but curvy enough to make the guys take notice.  Sure
enough, it looked like she had collected a small following.

"Look!  It's a Global News helicopter!  It looks like a mosquito!"  she giggled.  It circled
above us.  Yeah, they were already swarming up.  Global News, CityTV, CTV, CBC,
even CNN, FOX, and NBC.  "Look at this!" she shouted over to us.  Her skyscraper-long
arm snaked up skywards with a surprising quickness, and between oak-tree thick fingers
she snatched the Global News helicopter out of the air, holding it at the tail as if holding a
fly trying to escape.  She addressed the fraction-inch people inside.  Maybe Peter Kent
was inside there, I don't know and I don't give a fuck.  "Yo, dudes…isn't this freaky?" 
She zoomed them towards her giant, tan moon-face, pursed her lips in a kiss, then pulled
them back away, them pushed them in closer.  "How do you like that closeup?" she
giggled.  She moved them to one giant chocolate brown eye, then the other.  "Is this my
best side?  Or this?  Or this?"  Back and forth she toyed with them.  "Whoa…you people
having fun?  Hope you're not too freaked out.  I don't think my friends will cause a lotta
damage.  We're harmless…hehehehehe".  Her giggle filled the sky, and quite likely
deafened the tiny people inside the copter for life.

"Here's the deal, ok?  I'm gonna use your copter as a video camera…to record our
little…outing, ok?  Make sure you guys record EVERYTHING."  She flicked the rotors
off with her fingernail, and started buzzing the trees with it, zooming them down streets
and up alleys.  She came across the thick black sole of Emily's platform shoe, and began
zooming the helicopter up over her leg.  She followed every curve of Emily's black jeans
outfit, over her calf, along the tightly covered thigh, and up over the curve of her bottom. 
Emily swatted at Ange – if she had hit the tiny helicopter, she would have pulverized it
like a speck.  "Go film somebody else's butt," laughed Emily.

I took a step.  My breath caught with excitement as the ground shuttered, letting out a
low, bass rumble that I could feel more than hear.  One step.  Two steps.  I stayed to the
roads, the pavement cracking and snarling under each step.  I grew bolder and bolder, and
suddenly didn't care what – or who – I stepped on to reach my goal.

I walked over to the Toronto Dominion Centre, slowly, carefully, methodically, a great
quaking step at a time.  Fuck I hate that place.  It made the city look so ugly.  Two
fucking huge (not to me, to the little dudes) black towers.  Who builds black towers? 
Plus…it was where the Toronto Dominion Bank is headquartered.  All those fucking
billionaire bankers.  I HATE THEM.  $30.00 for an NSF charge.  That's how they made
their money.  I can feel the smaller buildings crumble beneath my feet as I walk over to
the TD Centre.  My foot raised up, came down, feeling floor after floor cave way like
stacked crackers as I put my full weight down, thousands and thousands of tons of pure
Girl power.  I wondered if there were any people stuck in the grooves of my shoes? 
Funky thought, eh?  Sucks to be them if they were.

I reached the black, ugly towers.  Small, pathetic, flimsy looking, ugly black steel. 
Smooth like oil.  My hand wrapped around the base of the tower on the right.  It was
cold.  Weak.  My fingers curled and closed, tighter and tighter, but not crushing.  My arm
flexed and the roots of the building began to whine and complain.  Mighty supports
snapped, and slowly the infinitely fragile tower raised into the air.  Chunks of debris fell
down and smashed into the ground below, leaving deep craters in the sidewalk and
covering the shiny, bug-like cars with a fine layer of gray dust.  My heart pounded in my
chest as I held the Toronto Dominion Center's  West Tower in my right hand, before my
face.

"Sarah," asked Alicia, quietly from behind me as she observed my careful actions. 
"What are you going to do with that?"

"Anything I want," I smiled.  "It's a miracle that it stayed in once piece as long as it has."

My fingers began to contract as I willed my muscles to squeeze.  Glass and steel folded
as easily as if I were squeezing Styrofoam.  My head lolled back and I laughed.  Hard. 
Tighter and tighter I balled my hand into a fist, catching falling debris with my other
hand. 

I cupped my hands together to hold the remains, and I saw teeny tiny people moving in
the dust between my fingers.  I thought about the people probably stuck under my feet on
my shoes…it was kinda cool…the thought of living people…living…being alive on you. 
So I poured the debris in my hair.  Ya, I know it sounds fucked, but I think the
billionaires make pretty funky hair sparkles.  They glow in the dark y'know, all their
fuckin bling-bling shimmers in the light nicely. I wonder what they were thinking now,
clinging to my hair like that.  I let out a laugh.  King Street doesn't look the same with the
West tower gone.  Oh well.  Like I give a fuck what the fucking King and Bay streeters
think.

"That was fucking awesome," whispered Alicia in my ear.



Chapter 3: A Night on the Town

Sara and Kristi admired their own giant reflections in the tiny glass of the CN Tower.

Chrissy kept her arms crossed and watched the two of them.  She frowned in disgust as
the two girls gazed and admired themselves in the shiny glass, as if seeing their faces and
figures for the first time. 

Sara teased the tiny people a bit more by cupping her hands beneath her breasts and
lifting them up, nearly catching the circular restaurant in her cleavage.  "I've been built
like this since I was 16, even then I had 30 year old guys trying to pick me up at the
clubs," she said proudly to the observers in the circular glass. 

Kristi swatted Sara's arm playfully.  She wriggled and bent and exposed her neckline too,
and as shapely as she was, she was still no match for Sara.  "Well you shouldn't have
been going to those clubs with your fake ID's you slut!" she said playfully.

"Give it up to Sara and her amazing Gazongas!" cheered Chrissy, clapping, adding just a
pinch of attitude.  "Don't terrify the tiny people too badly with them.  I mean if they're
that big to us now, imagine what the little insects at your feet must think."

"Like twin Mount Fraser's!"  Sara's laugh filled the sky.  Then in a moment of
inspiration, she put her fingers down at the bottom of her tight pink t-shirt and lifted it ,
exposing her near-bursting bra.  She shimmied and shook from side to side, her curvy
flesh jiggling in an unreal fashion, slowly and ominously, like watching two mountains
shake in an earthquake.

Not to be outdone, Kristi but her fingers down to her the bottom of one of her signature
mid-riff exposing tops and lifted the tiny thing away from her body.  "I bet you tiny
people never saw anything like this," she giggled innocently with a delicate voice that
rumbled for many city blocks.

"You're gonna make every teeny weenie peenie in the city explode if you keep that up. 
Well for the guys you don't accidentally squish, that is," sighed Chrissy.  Slowly she
stepped away to check out other parts of the city, watching each step as she tried
disrupting as little of Toronto as she could.

I don't know if it's because Emily was tired or she was just having fun, but I glanced
over my shoulder just long enough to watch Emily look for a place to sit.

"How about here," she giggled.  She wiggled her black-jeaned bottom over a building
that came up to the middle of her thigh.

"That's the Manulife Centre," chimed Ange, still filming the scene with her tiny
helicopter camera.

"Ummm…so?"

"Well right now you're flashing your bottom to everyone looking at the Toronto.com
webcam," she smiled.

"Oh!" squealed Emily with delight.  She ran a hand over her pert bottom, teasing the tiny
webcam she envisioned below.

"Yeah," said Ange.  "It's a webcam that people can zoom and control, spin around and
stuff – and right now I bet it's pointed at your city-block sized behind!"

Emily giggled more.  She wiggled her hips from side to side, slowly, as if doing a lap-
dance from one of those 'gentleman' clubs on Yonge street.

I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the Webcam staring up at Emily's butt
blocking out the sky.  "Dudes, I'm telling you.  If anyone is watching that webcam, they
are gonna be freaking out when they see Emily's ass coming down on top of them."

The Manulife centre didn't stand a chance against Emily's ass.  As she lowered herself
farther and farther down, it began to collapse.  Hey, I guess the world wasn't built for
3000 ft. girls.  Emily smiled as she felt it give way and she sunk farther and farther into
the city, molding the buildings into her own little throne. 

As I watched Emily wriggle on top of the remains of the Manulife Centre with her
bottom, I looked around and said aloud, "We've only been here an hour or so and
already, the city's downtown core is crumbling."

"Yeah," said Emily, getting comfortable.  Her voice was already low and soft, a tone that
most of the boys seemed to like.  At her size now, it must have sounded like a Greek
Siren calling tiny men to their deaths.  "I guess you could say the score is girls 13,
Toronto zero," she laughed with a mix of seduction and mischief.

It was so awesome watching people in the city trying to flee.  With all the debris
everywhere, it was just about impossible to escape.  Footsteps from all of us girls covered
the ground, leaving holes in the pavement that entire cars fell into.  They'll probably die
trying, since there were 13 of us and the chances of them getting stepped on were pretty
high.  I guess the people in my hair were lucky…at least they got to live, right?

Near the University of Toronto, another one of my friends, quiet at first, deciced to have
a bit of fun.  Jessica always wore 4 inch black heels, nylons, a black skirt and a white
blouse.  It was her look, and with her blonde hair and bright hazel eyes, she carried it off
to perfection.  For a long time she simply stood there, her legs apart, staring down at the
tiny people looking up and ogling her.  Then, having finally decided what to do, her
massive, cruise-ship sized hand reached down to the Earth.  People scattered in every
direction, terrified to the point of insanity.  Between her thumb and index finger, Jessica
picked up the Spadina Bus.  She had to use painstaking care not to squeeze it's fragile
steel hull accidentally as it lifted higher and higher in the air.  It must have been loaded
with university students, since it was just leaving the University of Toronto.  Jessica
pulled the bus to her bright Hazel eyes to peer deep inside the tiny candy-sized vehicle. 
Teeny, tiny eyes peered just over windows, trying to remain hidden, and yet trying to see
their fate.  Girls and guys inside screamed alike, though Jessica's gargantuan ears
couldn't hear them.

She lowered the bus to her shapely breast.  The ruffles of her blouse caught the mirrors of
the bus and tore them off as she began to tease the bus over her curves.  Up and down,
hundres of feet in the air, the people inside the bus must have felt like they were riding an
elevator up and down that never let them off.

Jessica let out a moan of delight.  "Ooooooooohhhhhhh," she called as she let the bus
slide up and down the fine cloth that covered her.  "I bet you don't like this as much as I
do, do you, little things," she cooed to them.

"I've got a special treat for you," she added softly, almost whispering.

"I know how much men like this body, I can see it in their eyes."

She teased the bus over her taut nipples, her excitement growing visibly as they formed
tiny hills through her white lacy blouse.

"You little people are going to have the privelege of becoming a part of this perfect
body," she said dramatically.

Not giving them a moment to react, she pushed a fingernail through the windshield of the
bus, and with a mighty groan of angry twisted steel, she pulled the top away.  Tiny
screams erupted from the  bus as she peered inside.

"Yes," she added, lost in her own fantasy.  "I have worked hard, exercising and
nourishing this perfect form, now it's your turn."  With that, she slowly tipped the bus to
her lips.  Her mouth opened like a chasm.

I started to freak, just a bit, as I saw the first person fall into her mouth as if she were
eating a bag of skittles.  Another, and another fell.  Her lips curled into a smile.  Some of
the tiny people missed her mouth and bounced off her lips and cheek – THAT was a
pretty freaky sight, too!  Soon they were all engulfed in her mouth.  I saw her lips close
around them.  With a smile, her cheeks moved as she must have swished the tiny treats
from side to side.  Then, her throat muscles convulsed, she arched her neck back, and she
shuddered as she squeezed the tiny treats into her vast body.  She let her massive fingers
rub her tummy.  "Mmmmmmmmmm, Toronto has the best Chinese and Italian in the
world," she giggled.

Alicia's voice whispered again in my ear.  "Man, that was so cool what you just did!" she
said to me.  I was totally dazed.  (hey, gimme a break…I was drunk, remember?)  I then
realized that she was complimenting me on how I destroyed the TD Centre's West
Tower.  We both kinda giggled and admired the sparkly billionares in my hair. Alicia
leaned close and watched tiny, fraction-of-inch men in multi-thousand-dollar suits
struggle to get from strand to strand in my hair. "Can I help?" asked Alicia.

"Help with what?"

"Well, I wanna sorta…y'know…play around with the other building here."

   "Nothin wrong with that!  Let's take this down!" With a sickening crunch as our knees
dug up the asphalt for many feet below us, Alicia and I knealt down on opposite sides of
the East tower so it was between us.  Our shadows covering the black tower made it even
darker and more depressing.

"Hey Alicia…don't you think this tower needs some cheering up and some love?"

"Sure!"

"Awwwww…gimme a hug!!"

Alicia slowly put her massive arms around me, and I put my skyscraper-sized arms
around her.  The steel of the tower chilled my chest as it came between us.  The wind
tossed my hair to one side.  I felt fucking invincible!  I started to laugh.  I guess the
building couldn't take that much love and humor, I could hear glass cracking and
snapping in the building making the sound of popping popcorn, only thousands of times
louder.

"C'mon, gimme your best squeeze!" I encouraged Alicia.

The building started to deform between us, steel bending in.  Girders started to snap and
break, and I could feel the tiny skyscraper begin to buckle and crumble between us.  I
squeezed Alicia harder and harder, I was determined to crush this ugly little toy once and
for all.

"No more Friday Afternoon Clubs," I giggled, my voice rolling through downtown like a
bomb going off.

"No more three martini lunches!" chimed Alicia.

"No more Employees of the month," I said, squeezing Alicia a bit harder.  "There's a
new CEO in town!"

"Two new ones," laughed Alicia.

"We're making our own policies…daily Goddess worship…glowstickin' Fridays…and
Saturday afternoon crush clubs…"

The last of the tower gave away and fell like fine dust between us.  Glass and micro-
desks and itty bitty computers and file cabinets covered the front of our shirts, rolling
over my boobs and tumbling off towards the abyss of the city below.  I could even see
tiny people trying to hold onto my shirt.  Some of them rolled and rolled and rolled as if
tumbling down a dunes.  They clung to the edge of my boob, and then I giggled and they
lost their grip and started falling down to the ground, only making me laugh harder and
harder.

Alicia and I let go of each other and it felt like we had squeezed a sandcastle.  The
building fell away into nothing.  I don't know if we were laughing 'cause we were drunk,
or 'cause we were powerful, or 'cause of the fact that we destroyed this tower and all
these lives was actually funny.  All I know is that destroying that final tower wasn't
enough.  Again I saw more people fighting their way through the debris.  If the huge hug
Alicia and I gave the building didn't kill them…then I had another idea.

I stood up – which must have been quite an awesome sight to the little bugs.  I leaned
over and pursed my lips.  Saliva formed and I let it fall, a giant glob of spit hurtling
towards the ground.

Tons of my saliva hit some of the tiny survivors like a flood.  God it was cool – I was so
powerful that even my spit could kill people! 

"Look little people, it's raining!" giggled Alicia.  She joined in the contest, looking for a
small, scurrying insect, taking aim, and sending gallons upon gallons down upon the
hapless creature.  Alicia and I kept on spitting until there wasn't a dry spot left in the
area.  Our mouths were kinda dry ('cause we were drinking), but the good news is that
nobody was moving around.

"I wonder if they got drunk from the Molson in my spit," I said, and Alicia started
laughing so hysterically that she caused a small earthquake that threatened to knock over
several other large buildings.



Chapter 4: Lust for Size

While Alicia and I made it rain Molson and saliva on the TD Centre survivors, Hannah
continued to confound us all by doing her best to not have any fun.  She stood there, right
in the middle of downtown, not far from us at all, watching us all, with her arms crossed
and a scowl on her face.

"I don't see what the big thrill of all this is," she muttered.  "I mean, look at us, we're all
just a bunch of big freaks," Hannah's voice rumbled through most of the area. 

Jessica, who was working to find her third bus of student snacks, looked up as she chased
a tiny bus down a choked, wrecked city street.  "But look at us – I mean we can do
anything.  Nobody can stop us.  Nobody can tell us what to do.  Laws don't apply to us
anymore!"

Hannah turned her body sideways and started to inch down an alley that was far, far too
narrow for her.  "We can't walk anywhere without breaking every damned thing," she
sighed.  "Where are we supposed to get new clothes?  These black stretch pants are going
to be my last pair of pants…ever!"  Her leg brushed against a building she was
attempting to sneak past, causing chunks of brick and mortar to crack off and tumble
down to the pavement below.

"Look at yourself Hannah," said Jessica with a smile as she put her hand down to stop her
prey, the speeding bus.  "All the power in the world at your fingertips, and all you can do
is bitch about your pants."

"It's not just that.  What about eating?  I mean what if busloads full of students make me
wanna puke?"  Jessica just smiled at that as she scooped her tiny bus into the air and
smiled at the terrified passengers inside.  "Where are we going to sleep?  And what about
guys?j"

Jessica gave her prey-bus a playful kiss, and flicked it with her tongue, giving the
passengers a glimpse of their fate.  "The city is filled with millions of guys," she said. 
"Pick one."

"I don't want to go out with a bug-man that I might lose in my shirt pocket."  Hannah
finally made it into a larger area where she didn't have to squeeze between buildings. 
She looked at the cracked pavement at her feet, and slowly sank down.  She sat, her
round bottom gradually settling, crunching cars, trucks, street lamps, levelling nearly an
entire city block beneath her.  "Jesus, I'm trying not to think of what I'm sitting on now,
but I'm just too damned tired to stand anymore."

Sitting, Hannah leaned closer to a window-covered building.  A few minutes ago it would
have seemed tall, fifty stories or more.  Now it barely came up to her knee.  She leaned in
closer and closer as she tried peering past the glass to see deeply into the tiny holes of the
structure.

"What are you looking at?" she demanded of the tiny inhabitants whose ant-sized forms
she could barely make out in the windows.  Her face must have filled the sky to them! 
Each of her blue eyes must seem like Moons that have come down to visit the Earth. 
"Haven't you little creeps ever seen a 3000 foot girl before?"  Even though she barely
whispered, she could see the tiny ant-humans grab their ears as the windows rattled from
her husky voice.  She idly began poking windows out in the building, as if popping
bubbles in bubble-wrap.  The glass fractured as easily as if it were simply made from
frost.

Then a slight smile cracked Hannah's serious face.  She spied a window, pushed it in, and
pressed her nail in deep, turning it over and scooping out the contents.  She had to bring
the contents close to her eye to even see it all.  Amid the rubble on her fingertip – bricks,
wires, a chair, maybe a TV or a computer monitor – she spied what she was looking for.

"Ahh I've found one, a tiny little man.  Why, look at you, you're not even as tall as the
tip of my finger."  She gazed at the tiny man, unable to hear is minute voice.  "Jessica
seems to think you can be my boyfriend.  What do you say, think you can please this
body?"  Hannah used her other hand to make a grand sweep across her 3000 foot frame.
"I mean, how could you possibly live up to the challenges that this presents…" She let
him take a long tour of her body by lowering him down it, seeing her from almost ground
level, then raising him back up to her face.  "It'd probably take you and everyone in your
building to satisfy me," she said with a frustrated look in her face.  She carefully placed
the little man on her chest and started to let her finger drift lazily up and down the
building.  Mockingly she said to the building, "Oh, all you tiny people in there turn me on
SOOO much," she said.  "I love your little tiny features looking at me in fear…I love the
feel of this steel structure and the bricks and concrete and glass.  Oh you make me so
hot!"

Hannah raised up slightly, turned around, and began rubbing her very curvy backside
against the structure, ever so slightly as not to damage it.  "Oh yeah right there," she
called up to the heavens.  "You know how I like it.  Touch me baby, touch me…" She
undulated slowly, the black stretch pants over her ass teasing the structure, knocking
loose bricks and cracking even more windows.

"Hey, that does feel kind of nice, actually," she mused.  She looked down at the terrified
man on her chest.  "Hang on little fella," she said, as she rocked her hips up and down,
teasing her bottom with the delicate structure.  "It gets wild from here," she smiled.

Her long, gigantic fingers began caressing her thigh, slowly up over her stomach, cupping
her breast.  "Maybe…maybe a girl could learn to like this," she said.  Then, she raised up,
over the building, and settled back down to place it directly between her thighs.  She
squeezed her legs together gently, trapping the building against her.  And she started to
rock.  This time, the tiny building with its tiny occupants touched her in such interesting
places.  She arched her back and formed an "O" with her giant lips and sighed and gasped
up into the sky.

By now she had all of our attention.  The whole city watched Hannah's performance. 
Flexing muscles, rising up and down, her titanic body slamming into the pavement,
cracking and shattering the asphalt as her excitement mounted.  Her breath came in great
gasps, her moist exhales forming clouds over her head in the darkening sky of the early
evening.

"That…mmmmmm does feel…oooohhhh…"

The city shook in rhythm with her gyrations.  As her body struck the ground, cars and
buses leapt into the air, fell back with a crash, and settled just in time for her to repeat,
each thrust more powerful than the last. 

She planted her hands behind her, crushing a store under one hand and a theatre under the
other.  Her back arched higher as her gasps grew in volume.

"I can't…mmmm control myself, something about…..ahhhhhhhh….this all feels so
good…sooooo good…"

The building between her thighs shook and shuddered as her legs squeezed it tighter. 
Bricks from the building fell like buckets of water in a rainstorm.

"I'm gonna give…mmmmmmm…you all the ride…of a lifetime…"

Her voice raised in pitch and volume as her excitement built.  The town seemed to go
silent as it watched her pump up and down, rubbing the structure harder and harder
against her.  BOOM…rise…BOOM…rise…BOOM…

"So close…so close…sooooo…AHHHHHHH…"

Hannah lost control.  Her body spasmed and she bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut.  She
shuddered and moaned wildly.  Her arms lost control, and suddenly her titanic frame
began to fall onto the hapless buildings below.  Climax and crushing.  Squealing and
screaming.  Building after building fell prey beneath Hannah's falling form.  She hit the
ground hard, sending a shockwave that shook the foundations of the city.

There was a long pause as Hannah lie there, licking the sweat from her lip.  Her chest fell
up and down, and she finally noticed the little speck-man still clinging to it.

"Was it good for you too?" she smiled to the little man.



Chapter 5:  Golden Showers

I didn't quite know what happened to them, but after this all happened, Meg and Mel and
Vicky told me what happened.  They had split off from the group to investigate the city
on their own.  At their size, it didn't take them very many steps to find themselves in
Yorkville.

Meg raised a half-finished Molson in the air and giggled.  "Look at them all down there,
so tiny…I can't believe we used to be that size, just a little while ago."

Mel sat down, not caring on what or whom she sat.  She put her bottle to her lips. 
"Thank God our beers grew too, I don't think I could handle any of this sober!"

Meg and Vicky joined Mel sitting on the ground.  For awhile they even forgot that they
were gigantic, and the world tiny around them.  Half of Yorkville was completely
destroyed beneath their asses.  Nope.  No fancy shops here.  In fact, I think Royal de
Versailles and Tiffany and Co. were stuck to Vicky's ass.  I think it's a pretty safe bet
that the Yorkville dwellers were not thinking that today was gonna be the day when they
had 3 giant drunk girls almost passed out in their fancy neighbourhood.

Meg kept tapping her foot as she lay along the length of Cumberland Avenue.  It must
have been a funny sight seeing her like that, street signs that say "Cumberland Ave" but
no street in sight, just her giant, mixed blonde and brown hair covering the street, her
3000 foot body sprawled for blocks and blocks and blocks.  Her foot tapping caused a
constant vibration to all the little dudes, bouncing them and their houses and belongings
up and down every few seconds.  Parts of buildings cracked off and slid down with the
rhythmic torture.

Mel watched this for awhile then got an idea.  She stood up, her thin form looking like a
well-dressed radio tower in the evening sky.  She watched a group of fleeing people for a
little bit.  They were running so far and so fast, and yet, all she had to do is reach over
and she could scoop them up or swat them with ease!  She put her Molson to her lips,
took a long draw, smiled, and then began to pour it out onto the fleeing crowd.  The cold,
amber liquid splashed over the lip of the glass forming a waterfall, like Niagara Beer
Falls, splashing down on the fraction-inch people and scattering them in a golden flood.

Meg laughed as she watched the torrent of alcohol sweep the tiny creatures along the
street in a wave.  "Oh that's so wild," she said, watching them from her street-level view. 
Vicky laughed as well, the sound of their voices deafening any of the little people that
weren't trying to swim in the newly formed rivers.  Meg tipped her bottle and Vicky
tipped hers, adding to the frothy chaos. 

"Sorry it's not 'Le Fancy Beer' guys," laughed Vicky as she watched her Molson rain
down in a torrent.  Vicky then dusted her ass off from the debris of Yorkville that had
stuck to it.

Soon it was like every street in Yorkville was flooded with Molson.  The three of them
couldn't stop giggling.  Meg looked for fleeing crowds and tried pouring beer in front of
them, laughing hard as they would stop and see another flood race their way, then try
turning down side streets.

Cars began shifting and floating in the beer.  People tried swimming like crazy against
the current.  Street signs bent and tore loose.

"Look at you all weak and pathetic," snarled Vicky.  "You're all just a bunch of
goddamned ants!  Pathetic little toys for some girls to play with…here, get a little more
drunk and party!"  She emptied her bottle onto the crowds.  Then, with a contemptuous
scowl, she threw the bottle Earthwards.

The colossal bottle fell from the sky like a falling Jumbo Jet.  It hit the pavement and
collapsed in a powerful wave, the bottom of the bottle shattering and forced in all
directions by the crushing multi-ton weight of the bottle.  A nuclear bomb of glass and
liquid quaked the neighbourhood.

Drunk and reeling in their power, Meg and Mel tossed their emptied beer down on the
terrified crowds.  One bottle crashed into a park, uprooting trees with a hurricane force
that tore the roofs off of the surrounding houses.  The other bottle crashed into a shopping
mall, blowing the walls outwards.  Cars and buses rolled and tumbled and twisted in a
mass of metal from around the mall, mixed with the titanic debris of the mall contents – a
flurry of clothes and toys and jewelry and, of course, hapless mall shoppers who thought
that they were safe in the large structure.

"That's it," said Meg in an angry drunken tone.  "Run you little shits, run!  Be afraid of
the power of three teen girls and their drinks!"  To emphasize her point, she raised her
massive foot in the air, and brought it down on the city street hard.  Her fantastic sneaker
dug a fifty foot crater in the pavement.  Lights began winking out all over town as she
realized she must have crushed some kind of electrical junction.

The three girls couldn't stop laughing, until Mel finally made an observation.

"Shit," she said seriously.  Meg and Vicky quieted down.

"What's wrong?"

"Those were our only drinks, we're going to sober up any minute now."



Chapter 6: Worship me!

You know, being 3000 feet tall kinda goes to your head.  But I have to tell you something
– it didn't affect anyone more than it affected Zabbee.

Zabbee had always been the littlest of our friends.  She got so annoyed when anyone
called her 'cute' or 'petite,' taking it as an insult.  She had always envied me and Sara for
our height, and she always said how she wished she were bigger.  Damn, she really got
her wish this time!

While we were out parading through the suburbs and downtown of Toronto, Zabbee
hadn't even left Forest Hill, the area where my home was.

She stood over it, mesmerized, hypnotized by her new found stature.  She gazed down on
all the teeny tiny houses, each one of them looking like those Monopoly pieces, except
infinitely detailed and intricate.  She could just barely make out tiny forms moving in and
out of the houses, no doubt wondering about the commotion going on through the city.

And, no doubt, wondering about the Goddess Zabbee that stood there in a trance over
their homes.

After many, many minutes of sizing each other up, Zabbee addressed the tiny Forest Hill
dwellers.

"Hello little people," she began simply.  She was so entranced with all of this that she
never heard Chrissy's  ground-shaking footsteps behind her, as Chrissy decided at some
point to check on Zab.  "Come out…come out of your little houses," she smiled down.

A frown crossed her face when she actually saw some of the little beings go inside. 
Obviously they chickened out when the Goddess rattled the heavens with Her massive
voice and addressed them.

"I said COME OUT," emphasized Zabbee.  Then she lifted her foot in the air.  "Or I'm
gonna turn Forest Hill into the biggest damn parking lot this side of Quebec!"

Chrissy shook her head in disapproval, but watched, anyway.

She saw small crowds begin to form in tiny pockets outside of their homes, and she
smiled.  Her face lit up with the realization of her power – an entire suburban
neighborhood had heeded her wish!  She was no longer "little Zab" that could so easily
be ignored.

"That's better," she cooed to them.  "Now come closer.  MUCH closer.  Come get a look
at me.  Come see Zabbee the Goddess!"  She smiled wider as she said that.

She then knealt down and did something completely unexpected.  She took off her
massive sneakers and socks, and stood there in her bare feet, holding her building-sized
shoes dangerously in one hand.

"I want you all to come to me…NOW," she said for emphasis.  "Come so close you can
touch me.  Even you way out there, get in your cars and COME HERE – or else I'm
coming there," she giggled.  "And you won't like it when I get there!"

It took awhile, but the crowd gathered, slowly.  Her once-tiny feet now covered most of a
city block.  She stood in a park, as not to crush any of the little houses.  Hardly any of the
houses were even as big as her little toe!

"If you take them off, they will come," smiled Chrissy, somewhat bemusedly, as she
watched the dazed and scared crowd approach them. 

"I'm going to give you little people a treat," whispered Zabbee.  "I'm going to let you
little people touch a living Goddess.  I mean look at me – several times as big as a
skyscraper, and powerful enough to pick up this whole city!  And you little lucky ones
may…touch me.  Touch my foot."

Zabbee moved a bare foot forward slightly, towards the edge of the gathering crowd.  She
saw them retreat slightly from her advance.  Just as they should!

 "What have you gone mental or something?"  said Chrissy finally.

"Shhhhhhh!  I'm not used to being several thousand feet tall!"

"Like any of us are."

Chrissy actually told me later that it was kinda cute watching the first tiny person
approach Zabbee and kiss Her foot.

I don't know if he was lulled by her size and power, or if he simply liked the look of Her
foot, but one lone little ant came forward.  He was smaller than her smallest toe.  She
simply could have arched her toes upwards, shifted slightly, and squished him without
even thinking about it.  She was careful, though, to hold every muscle still as she watched
the brave little ant come forth.

The little ant-man put out his hand, and touched Her skin on her little toe.  Zabbee had to
concentrate to even feel it!  Like the faintest of feathers brushing up against her, his tiny
hands reached out and begin brushing the colossal grooves and wrinkles of Her toe. 

Zabbee couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but Chrissy bent down for a closer
inspection.

"Good lord," said Chrissy.

"What, what?" asked Zabbee excitedly.

"He's kissing your toe!"

Zabbee giggled like a school girl.

"That's it," she said to them.  "Show some respect, I think I deserve it!  I might even
spare your tiny houses and tiny lives now."

More brave ants came forward and approached her foot.  Caressing and touching, kissing
and being all humble, they must have realized that a happy Zabbee might mean that they
would survive the night.

Zabbee realized she still had her shoes in one hand.  With all her concentration diverted
to the tiny ant-worshippers, she set them down, not realizing that she was putting them
down on a crowded neighborhood, crushing some of the ant-people and their homes. 
Hey, some people would rather die than go near Zab's funky feet, so it might have been a
blessing in disguise.

As she knealt down, she saw in more detail that some people were keeping a distance
from Her.

"Hey, you there, you are not worshipping the Zabbee?" she smiled at them.  Then she
closed her hand, pointed her thumb down, and lowered it slowly on the non-worshippers. 
"Well what good are you then?" she said as she smashed them into the ground, as easily
as squishing ants.  Actually, it would have been pretty cool watching her do that.

Zabbee's attitude clouded over.  "I told you all to come here," she said, "and yet you
disobeyed?  Did you think I was joking?"  With her Colossal thumb, she crushed more
and more of the tiny people as they began to flee.  "Kiss my feet you fuckers!" she
demanded with a terrible growl.

This drove people out of their homes in the thousands.  Running to Her to keep from
being squished, crowding in around Her feet to kiss and touch and worship.  Soon it was
like thousands of people swarmed to kiss Her.  Along the sides, people were climbing her
ankles, and squirming between her toes to prove how loyal they were to Her.  Every once
in awhile she would reach down and squish one just for fun, just to motivate the rest.  It
didn't matter how much they may have kissed or licked or worshipped their feet – they
were hers to do anything She wished!

"Oh my God, Chris," she breathed to her friend, who watched the spectacle all the while
with her arms crossed.  "They're like, all over my feet!  I love this!  I'm like their God
now."  I kind of envied how Zabbee must have felt.  I wished that I had thought of that
before I destroyed the TD Centre, it would have been cool to have people bowing before
my feet and squirming between my toes.

Zabbee wiggled her toes, causing quite the commotion to the little ants that were on,
around, and under them.

"Look at them between my toes!  And those over there, they're actually bowing before
me!" 

"Except for that one, there," said Chrissy, joking., motioning to a crowd that was having
a hard time getting near her.

Joking or not, Zabbee couldn't let disrespect spread.  She saw one ant slowly walking
away.  He learned his lesson.  She raised her foot up and hovered it over him.  He turned
as the shadow of Her foot enveloped him.  In a triumphant blow, she settled tons and tons
and tons of foot flesh on his tiny form, turning him into a stain on the bottom of her foot. 
Just like a lot of other people.



Chapter 7: Dance of the Goddesses

It was pretty dark by now.  The city was like, ruined.  After my adventure with the TD
Centre, I needed a pick-me-up.  I felt like clubbing.  I grabbed Alicia and we started
walking towards the clubbing district.  King, John, Richmond, Queen, right where the
action is.  It was easy to spot, it was one of the few parts of town left unflattened.

"Listen up fuckers," I said down to the lights and crowd below.  "Me and my friends
wanna dance and we wanna dance now."  I felt so fucking powerful like this – I mean, I
didn't have to be nice anymore.  Who would argue with me?

I was gonna tell the DJ's to tune into z103.5 fm, but I knew that the radio would not be
playing music at all.  Probably broadcasting news stories about us, if they were still on
the air at all.  I quickly changed my mind.

"Rasputin – play it.  LOUD.  ALL OF YOU!  GET YOUR SPEAKERS GOING AND
BLAST IT!"  It was so cool!  Within minutes, Rasputin could be heard all across
Toronto.  We all stopped what we were doing and had to dance to it.

Imagine that site!  Girls, bigger than any man-made structure, ever, all moving their giant
feet at the same time, lifting their massive legs in the air and letting them fall in perfect
rhythm to Rasputin!  The city shook and pounded with the beat.  I let my hair fall about
my face and shoulders as I whipped it around.  It must have looked totally funky with the
billionaires still sprinkled and clinging to it, shimmering in the moonlight.

I got bored of the old school music.  Hey, we're young.  I wanted something more our
speed.  "WELCOME TO THE CLUB!" Chrissy demanded.  She must have got bored
watching Zabbee create the new "Church O' Zab" and came to dance with us.  I loved
that song, almost as much as I loved jumping around the city, crushing everything in
sight.  My feet were really getting sore and hot so I kicked off my shoed and flexed my
toes.  I don't even know where I kicked my shoes to – they must have landed with the
force of an exploding bomb somewhere on the edge of town.  I wanted to keep my socks
on, though.  I just loved how the tiny cracking pavement felt beneath my sliding, sock-
covered feet!

I noticed a building – it looked like some kind of shelter or something.  There were lights
on and there were people just standing around.  I think they were crying.  I wonder about
what?  I bent over and asked them, but since I had to scream over the music, my voice
shattered the glass.  Ooops.  That just seemed to upset them more.

"Upset with moi?" I smiled down to them.  "I can't tolerate that."  I casually livted my
foot over the building and squeezed the top with my toes.  I could feel the concrete
tickling my sole through the sock.  With the sound of crunching crackers, my foot
lowered, and I kept adding more and more weight, crunching through more and more
concrete, until my foot was once again level with the ground.  So cool.  I had the whole
"worshipping Zabbee" thing going on, because when I lifted my foot, I could see people
stuck to my sock, caught in the threads.  Lucky bastards!  It was awesome.  I watched for
a bit, but then got bored again.  (I do that a lot!)

I watched as some of the ant-people stuck in the threads of my sock tried crawling inside
of it for safety.  Are they fucked or what?  I went back to dancing with my friends.

By now, I was getting kinda hungry.

I wandered off just east of the clubbing district, back on to King Street West.  I didn't
care at this point what, or who I stepped on, and I was getting used to the buildings
quaking and slowly crumbling at my approaching titanic footfalls.  Without my shoes, I
could feel cars crunch beneath me, little metal bubbles squeezed flat as I pressed them
into fifty foot craters created by my feet.  Some of the cars were in motion trying to run
from me.  I gotta admit, the feeling of power was cool, knowing that they were afraid of
me and trying to simply get away.

Just a few steps North, I stepped onto King Street West and Simcoe and King and John.  I
looked down.  Ahh, the theatre district.  When I was normal sized I used to throw rocks at
the old people going to see the symphony or checking out gay ass plays.  I can do a lot
worse than throwing rocks now, can't I?  The thought made me giggle.  I took a few steps
over to Roy Thomson Hall.  Hmmm, I bet that the symphony was playing to keep calm
whatever people were inside seeking refuge.

"MMMMMmmmmm, I'm hungry!" My voice rumbled through the Theatre district, and I
giggled, reaching down, putting my fingernails beneath the eaves of the Roy Thomson
Hall and pulling the roof off in one easy motion.  I peered inside.  Did I mention it was
just renovated?  Fucking losers.  I saw a huddled crowd screaming at me.  I reached
down.  A titanic, building-sized fist with redwood-sized fingers descending from the sky,
that's what it must have looked like.  I took a handful of whatever was inside.  Easily
pulling the debris skywards, I peered into my hand.

"Hmmmmmm," I said aloud, "let's see here.  Chairs, instruments, glass, people…what a
fucking great diet!"  I suspended the micro-items and micro-people over my mouth and
let them slowly fall onto my tongue like eating a bag of sunflower seeds.  Before I
swallowed, I let my food sit in my mouth for awhile.  I just wanted to feel the little
people walking around.  And…I did!  I could feel their tiny feet on my colossal tongue. 
I'm sure they were yelling and crying in there, their voices echoing inside the vast cave
of my mouth and down the chasm of my throat.  Then I swallowed.  Tickling and teasing
along my throat, they disappeared deep inside my belly.

"MMMMMMM….DELICIOUS!  That was AWESOME!"  I said to the world below me. 
I burped a few times on some theatres and watched as people came pouring out.  Broke
some windows too with my belches.  I so fucking rock!  I got a fucking mint idea.  You
know how they're building that new condo complex, down at King and John?  Once
again I watched people scurry as my God-like hand reached down into the construction
area and picked out a tiny metal tube.  Well, tiny to me.  To all those little shits down
there that tube must have weighed a few tons.  I pressed my left nostril shut with one
finger, and with the other finger I held the tube up to my open nostril.  As people were
running out of the Princess of Wales and Royal Alexandra Theatres, I began snorting
them up the tube into my nostril like cocaine.  I could feel them inside my nose squirming
around, and I almost sneezed them out!

"Whoa, what a rush," I said to the little ants below me as they ran and fled.

I drilled into the ground with my pinky finger at St. Andrew's (the subway station, not
the church—chillax ur fukkin ass)

"You people are so fucking stupid," I bellowed, quaking the ground.  "You assume that a
Goddess like me would never be able to get to the underground."  I laughed – it was so
fucking hilarious watching them freak out once they saw me.

"I need my fix!" I shouted.

I put the tube over the hole I had made with my pinky and began sucking EVERYONE
that was underground up into my nostril.  "Y'know, it's not the same as blow, but man,
this feeling of power you just don't get with blow."  It was really hard snorting these
people through.  Luckily, with lungs bigger than ocean liners, I can create a hurricane just
by sniffing!  They're definitely not as small as coke crystals, y'know.  After a while, I
couldn't do it any more because my nostrils were completely clogged with people.  I
pressed my nostrils together, crushing anyone stuck in my snot.  Oh well.  I blew through
my nostrils really hard just to clear them out.  Yuck.  What came out was totally
disgusting.  Thank God it landed on the city and not on me.

"Hey, where'd my Skechers go?" I asked anyone still at my feet.  I would have looked
around for the shoes I kicked off, but I was feeling too lazy.  All the girls were now back
at the clubbing district dancing and causing an Earthquake like the Earth has never seen
before, and I decided to go back and join them.

They were all there but Zabbee, that is.  I guess she was back down by Avenue Rd. and
Lonsdale getting worshipped.  What a suck.  She'd rather have her feet kissed than go
clubbing – only THIS is EXTREME clubbing!

We danced and shook the buildings and squashed trees and cars and people and parking
lots, being careful not to step on the clubs so that we could keep the DJ's around.  But
then Sara decided to lie down, and suddenly the music went out.  Her big old body must
have crushed most of the clubbing district, along with most of the clubs.

"What a loser Sara, you squished our music!"  She said something to me that I won't
repeat.

"Man I'm feeling dry," said Kristi, panting from the dancing, rubbing the glistening
beads of sweat from her exposed tummy.

"Yeah me too," a couple others chimed.

"Fuck man, this sucks," I said.  "I wish we were small again so we could get a drink!"

That's when something terrible happened.

Like falling down an elevator shaft, suddenly, we were back where we started.

Small.

Tiny.

Little.

Normal-sized.

This was fucking weird!

It took me a few minutes to realize what had happened.

"You should have wished for giant-sized drinks dumbass!" cursed Chrissy.  She was
right.  We looked around.  Our giant crater-footprints were everywhere around us.  Fires
burned.  Bodies lined the street.  Buildings lay in ruins.  Crowds ran in pandemonium,
carrying whatever they could, leaping over debris, crawling through rubble, climbing
from craters, trying to leave the city.

"Fuck, I wished us tiny!" I gasped.  "This birthday stuff takes some getting used to."

This didn't even look like Toronto anymore.  I looked out into the distance where the TD
Centre used to be, the big ugly black buildings that I had turned to dust with my hands,
and with Alicia's help, in a hug.  It wasn't there.  Instead I saw a river of spit oozing
towards us.  It smelled like Molson.  I could also see my missing Skechers in the
distance.  I pointed.

"Looks like I found my shoes," I said.  The Skechers were still the size of small
mountains, impaled through collapsed buildings, rubble piled up beneath them like they
were beached ocean liners.

"Hey, we're standing right next to Zab's shoes," said Mel after a bit.  Sure enough, I
looked up, and there were her tiny shoes for her tiny feet, looming over us like a statue.  
They weren't very pleasant smelling either, but they sure did make us realize just how big
we once were.

"Wish us back to Goddesses, Sarah!  This sucks!  I don't wanna stay next to Zab's
fucking shoe!"

"Of course," I said calmly.  Hey that was a pretty damned good idea, actually!  "I
wish…"  I heard a bell in the distance as I started my wish.  "I wish we were gigantic
again!"

Nothing happened.

I cleared my throat.  "I fucking said I wished we were GIANTS again!  You know, three
thousand feet tall!  Terrorizing the city!  Invincible!  Goddesses!"

Still, nothing.

Meg pointed, and I followed her finger.  It was towards the sound of that Bell.

The Bell was Upper Canada College's clock tower striking Midnight.
"This definitely sucks," said Meg.  "It's not your birthday anymore.  You can't wish us
big."

I saw Ange returnining with a video tape.  "I got it out of that helicopter I was using to
film everything," she said.  "At least we have this neat video tape of your birthday party,
Sarah," she laughed.

Then, we felt, more than heard, The Rumbling.

The ground shook, and I could barely stand.  Vicky and Chrissy tumbled to their asses. 
We all looked Waaaaaayyyyy up.

It was Zabbee, and she was still three thousand fucking feet tall.

Zab peered down at us from an altitude that caused my heart to stop.

"HELLO!" Her voice split the air like thunder, shaking the few standing trees and
causing us all migraines as we held our ears. 

Man this was totally scary!

Then I thought to myself – all those people still in my nose – all those people that might
be alive in my tummy – and those billionaires still glittering in my hair – this is how they
saw us, and still see us, and must be like 1000 times more scared than this.

Zabbee the Goddess spoke again.  "Well?  What the fuck are you people waiting for?  My
feet ain't gonna worship themselves are they?  Get kissing, dipshits!" 

After our heads cleared from the thunder-like words of Zab, I finally found a few words
of my own.

"This doesn't look good," I said.

Other people started heading our way.  Did they know who we were?  Were they coming
to kill us?  Oh man, this is not the time for one of Zabbee's jokes.  She had better be
joking.  This really sucks!

I looked up just in time to see her tap and flex her toes, reminding us all just who was the
big girl on the block now.