Christina Aguilera
by The Wordmaster

In a undisclosed location, somewhere in California, far below the earth's surface, the Bell tolled three times, summoning the Chosen Ones. The Beautiful People. They congregated in the Assembly Hall, beneath the shadow cast by the throne of The Hooded One. Its face shrouded in shadow, the hooded figure raised its gavel and banged it down three times, drawing attention to itself. All sound ceased as the Hooded One spoke.

"Your attention please. This meeting has been called for women only. All male members of the Teen Icons of America Society are now asked to leave in an organized manner."

Grumbling amongst themselves, the Backstreet Boys and N'Sync left, followed closely by rapper Eminem. A multitude of models and actors filed out, wondering what was so important that they were not allowed to participate in.

When all had exited, the Hooded One spoke again. "We shall now take role. When called, please say 'here'. Jennifer Lopez?"

"Here," came the response.

"Destiny's Child?"

"Here," chorused the trio.

"Britney Spears?"

"Like, totally here!"

Role continued until all members had been accounted for. "Now," the Hooded One almost seemed to purr. "We are not here to discuss the usual topics." A chorus of groans passed through the assembly. Every girl loved to hear the latest Hollywood gossip. A little friendly catfighting was usually part of the routine. And, of course, fashion and make-up tips were always hungrily pounced upon. "No, instead, we have a very... interesting new project. You know we have been searching for new publicity stunts, correct?" Murmurs of agreement. "Well, I believe we may have found the stunt to end all stunts. Listen, if you will, to this." The Hooded One revealed a letter with a flourish and began to read.

"Dear Female Models, Singers, Actresses, Pop Divas, and Assorted Others,

"We, as members of the GTS community, have always admired your work (and in some cases the work of your plastic surgeons). We know that you have all made it big, but how would you like to be REALLY big? Enclosed are several doses of a new growth drug that our esteemed Dr. Scott Grildrig has designed, the production of which our good friend Pete has funded, and our various other members (Notably our dear Mr. G, Tinyboy, Asukafan, and too many others to list) have supported in every way possible. The directions are simple: take a single pill to increase your height tenfold. We would caution against increasing the stature of more than one member at any time, as catfights are common and could cause quite a deal of damage. We shall also leave the decision of who shall be the first to grow to you. Each dose is temporary, lasting approximately four hours, easily long enough for any concert, photo shoot, or movie scene.

"With much love and regards,
"Megafan."

A stunned silence hovered in the room, finally pierced by a whiny comment from Britney. "'Megafan?' Like, what were that guy's parents thinking when they named him?"

Pink responded caustically: "'Megafan' isn't his real name, you dolt. It's a pseudonym."

Britney stared blankly in response.

"An alias," clarified Pink.

Britney shook her head slightly, trying to comprehend.

Sighing, Pink shouted: "A fake name, you stupid slut!"

"Oh!" The light finally dawned. "Well, why didn't you just say so?" Turning to the Hooded One, she flashed a winning smile and asked "Can I grow first?"

"Hey, hold on!" Interjected Michelle Branch. "We don't even know if this stuff works! Besides, what makes you think you should be first to grow?"

"Like, I think that's what the public would want, duh."

"Hell, no!" Yelled J-Lo. "If anybody's growing, it's gonna be me!"

"Oh, shut up, Lopez. Your ass is big enough as it is!"

The Hooded One smiled. Raising its hand, which held the bottle of growth pills, it spoke. "Of course it works, Miss Branch. We tested it thoroughly. As for who shall grow first, we see only one way to settle this..." Removing a single pill from the bottle, it held it aloft for all to see. A flick of the wrist sent it flying into the crowd. "Catch!"

Chaos ensued. Years of petty squabbles exploded into an all-out war. Hair was pulled, nails flashed like daggers, beautiful faces twisted in snarls. In essence, it was the cat fight to end all cat fights. Finally, a hand popped out of the entangled mass of girls, clutching the pill in its elegantly manicured nails. Struggling to escape without further injury, Christina Aguilera emerged the victor. With a ringing laugh, she popped the pill and the growth began.

Tossing her mane of blonde hair, Christina slowly swelled to six, seven, eight feet in height. Luckily, the formula allowed for the growth of clothing (a special addition thrown in by Lurch). Christina's short red shorts were now level with the other girls' heads, her mountainous chest strained against her tight white T-shirt. As her bare feet expanded (she had lost her shoes in the cat fight), the other girls scattered to avoid injury. Everyone was very glad that the room's ceiling was over a hundred feet up. Christina's growth accelerated, shooting her up to twenty, twenty-five, thirty-five, forty feet in height. It then slowed; she slowly creeped up to forty five, forty six, forty seven feet. Finally, at exactly fifty feet (coincidental? Or a planned effort by the GTS drug makers?) she stopped.

Slowly turning in a circle, Christina surveyed her tiny counterparts, cowering near her gigantic feet. Each toe was almost a foot tall and several feet long. They were meticulously pedicured, the nails painted in a clear polish, gleaming in the light. The girls knew that if they were to look up, they would see the rest of her body just as large. None wanted to, but none could resist. Following the long curves of her beautiful legs, disappearing beneath the red canopy of her shorts, many eyes popped at her gigantic ass. Her bare midriff evoked a few more stares. Just a little further up (on her scale. To everyone else, it was several dozen feet up) her titanic breasts rose and fell with her breath, wobbling slightly (she was braless, and her nipples were clearly evident). Her face was a study in excitement, lust, and power. Gazing down on her miniscule minions, she locked eyes with each and every one in turn. Her lip gloss shimmered as she spoke:

"Well, well, well, my 'friends.' Looks like the competition for the MTV music awards is about to be eliminated."

Swiftly, she lifted her foot off the ground and slammed it down. Destiny's Child didn't have a chance to scream before they were reduced to puddles of blood and gore. J-Lo was reduced to jello beneath the mighty heel of the giantess. Michelle Branch cowered, but was not spared. Her pretty young body was smeared across the floor as Christina stomped on her then dragged her foot back. Soon, all the girls were reduced to paste. All but one....

"Britney! How's it going?" Christina smirked at her biggest competitor in the music biz.

Britney lay curled in a ball, tears running down her face. "P-please don't kill me," she sobbed.

Christina's eyes bored holes into Britney. They were aglow with an inner light, a fire feuled by destruction. A thousand thoughts flew through her head. How Britney was always number one, how she got all the guys, how she got all the fans, how she got her own fucking movie! Her rage grew as she pondered hundreds of reasons to end this pitiful little girl's life beneath her mighty foot. All these thoughts and feelings were summed up in a single word: "Why?"

She slowly advanced her foot towards Britney, never even lifting it off the floor. Blood and gore were bulldozed towards her tiny prey, who lay motionless, knowing there was no way to escape. Christina spread her big and second toes, maneuvered her foot so that Britneys head was right between them, resting in a pool of the sickening remains of her fellow singers. Slowly, so slowly, she squeezed her toes together in a vice-like grip around Britney's head. Britney screamed as the pressure mounted. She flailed her arms and kicked her legs, but there was no stopping the inevitable. Christina asked again: "Why?" just before slamming her toes together.

The crunch was easily the most satisfying sound she had ever heard.

Turning to the Hooded One, she held out her palm. Without a word, the Hooded One poured every pill into her massive hand. In seconds, they were gone. The growth began again. Christina's head rose towards the ceiling, into the ceiling, through the ceiling, and still she grew. Publicity stunt? Not anymore. Christina had tasted blood, and she wanted more.

***

John Williams whistled merrily as he fairly flew down the expressway on his way to the office. A fine morning in downtown L.A.; the sun shining through the smog lent a beauty to the roads. Yes sir, a man could learn to love the city, with all its --

BOOM!

What the...?

BOOM!

John stopped his car and stared at the road in front of him. Something was definitely wrong.

BOOM!

With each thunderous sound, the ground shook, the road bulged upwards, cracks radiating from the center of impact. It almost seemed like something was trying to break through...

BOOM! BOOM! CRASH!

Something finally did.

John stared at the mighty fist protruding from the asphalt in front of him. It was easily thirty feet high. As he watched, the long, feminine fingers opened, doubling the height of the hand, which rose upwards, followed by an arm. The arm, covered in bangles and bracelets, bent at the elbow, sending the hand towards the ground, which shuddered again with the impact. His car bounced wildly as he stared at the long fingernails, only a few feet from his car. A rumbling began, the ground trembled, and another hand and arm burst through. Now two arms pressed flat against the ground, and between them suddenly appeared... Christina Aguilera?

John sat frozen, not believing what he saw. Pushing down, Christina lifted herself out of the hole she had created. She slowly and majestically rose to her full height. John craned his neck upwards, rubbing his eyes. She arched her back, stretching, then looked around at her new surroundings. Damn, she was big. Bigger than anything John had ever seen. Her toes were twice the size of his car. Her legs rose forever into the sky. Her shorts clad ass was a thing of beauty. Her breasts heaved beneath her ultra-tight shirt as she panted with exertion. Her face was flushed, but she wore a grin of delirious joy. Shaking her blonde hair, she began to walk towards the tiny buildings she saw in the distance.

When she was gone, John slowly exited his car, shakily walked a few steps, and promptly fainted dead away.

***

The earth shook. People flooded into the streets, seeking escape. The city had easily spotted Christina's approach. At first, they had tried to talk with her, using loudspeakers and helicopters. She had ignored their polite requests that she leave before she severely damaged the city. She had ignored their frantic demands that she leave before she severely damaged the city. She had ignored the gunfire they opened on her as she calmly began to severely damage the city.

Buildings were fun to tip over, and cars were good for crushing, but Christina really loved the people. Nothing was more satisfying than hearing the screams of terror cut short and feeling the warmth of fresh blood on the soles of her feet. She didn't know why she did it. She knew they were people, not ants, but that somehow made it even more enjoyable. Slowly, she lifted her foot and brought it down again.

Each step flattened hundreds of people. The crunching, squishing sound mingling with their shrieks was an experience in itself. She couldn't help herself. Gleefully, she strode about the city. The mobs were everywhere, trying to flee, so no matter where she stepped... CRUNCH!

As much as she enjoyed destroying thousands of lives at once, she grew tired of it eventually. It was time for something new. Bending over, she scooped up a double handful of citizens. Rising to her full height, she watched them scramble about in her palms, writhing, crawling, shouting. Grinning, she began stomping. The roads beneath her mighty feet buckled, and soon she had created a deep chasm. It was about ankle high to her, nearly 100 feet to the civilians. She dumped her prisoners into it, knowing that they could not escape. Carefully, she sat down, her legs stretched out in front of her, the hole between them, near her crotch.

She watched the tiny bugs mill about uncertainly. She reached into the hole and fished out a smaller handful; she counted fourteen tiny prisoners. They weren't even half an inch tall. Lifting them to her eyes and peering intently, she could just barely make out their features. Their faces were full of fear. Good. She leaned forwards and dumped them near her feet. Immediately, a few broke and ran, but were quickly reduced to paste beneath her soles. The others got the message and didn't move. Grinning wickedly, Christina introduced herself.

"HI FOLKS!" she thundered. "MY NAME'S CHRISTINA! WE'RE GONNA HAVE SOME FUN!" Pinching one tiny person between her finger and thumb, she held him over the others' heads and squeezed. They watched in terror as he flailed and screamed, then crunched. Blood and guts spewed from his mouth and ran down her fingers, staining them red. "YOU'LL ALL GET THE SAME IN TIME. NOW, I'VE BEEN ON MY FEET ALL DAY AND THEIR GETTING PRETTY TIRED. A GOOD FOOT RUB ALWAYS MAKES ME FEEL BETTER. GET THE PICTURE?"

Her tiny slaves cowered in fear. Her feet were the size of a city block, covered in the blood and remains of the people she had stomped. They didn't move.

Christina was watching intently, and she saw their refusal. Growling, she lifted her foot on its heel, moved it over a single man, and swiftly brought it down. He was lost beneath its size; the crunch was inaudible over the boom of her foot hitting the ground. "GET GOING!" She told the remaining people. Still there was no response. She repeated the exercise, flattening another tiny man. Now, the remaining people were spurred to action. They approached the towering toes and began to rub. Grisly gore dripped off the skin and covered their palms. Several stopped to vomit, but immediately began again for fear of being crushed. Christina watched, and waited.

The first was the little guy by her big toe. He averted his eyes as he rubbed, trying not to think about the carnage this gigantic toe had caused. Suddenly, the toe twitched. Fearfully, he watched it rise. Gasping, he stumbled backwards. He tripped and fell, throwing his hands over his head. He watched in terror as the toe moved over him, covering his body. He sobbed as it slowly descended, crushing the breath out of him. Pain flashed through him, but ended in seconds as his body exploded. Shuddering, the other slaves continued their foot rub. One by one, each met the same fate.

Reaching into the hole, Christina fished out another handful. She figured she had enough slaves left to do this three more times.

***

When the final dozen slaves were deposited by her feet, they found the area as grisly as any battlefield. Pools of blood and guts lie everywhere; body parts, sometimes half of a corpse, were strewn about. The knowledge that they were next was too much to take. They slowly approached her feet, but were stopped by the sound of her voice. "Y'KNOW, THIS IS GETTING PRETTY MESSY. I THINK MY FEET NEED WASHING. WHAT DO YOU SAY TO A TONGUE BATH?" Horrified, they gaped at each other. She couldn't mean... but she did. Grimly, each slave picked a toe and began to lick the blood from it.

Christina enjoyed the attention, but something was off. It seemed like the tickling sensations on her feet were growing stronger. The tiny tongues she felt seemed a little bit larger. But that could only mean... "OH SHIT!" she breathed, as she realized what was happening. Her four hours were up, and she was shrinking! Already, the buildings seemed taller that her. Quickly, she lifted her foot, poised it over her slaves and stomped. Climbing to her feet, she turned and ran. The shrinking was accelerating; she was already half her gigantic size. If she shrank, she'd be caught! And there was no chance of being let off the hook for what she had done. As she ran, she dwindled. She was only one hundred feet tall when she left the city, only fifty when she reached the hole she had emerged from. Climbing back into it, she shrank even more, until she was her normal height when she reached the floor. Sighing, she looked around at the ruined Assembly Hall. Turning, she saw the Hooded One's throne before her. Wordlessly, the figure held up a pen and a piece of paper. Christina took them and began writing.

"Dear Members of the GTS Community,

"Any chance you've got some more of those pills?

"Love,
"Christina Aguilera"