All that attention my foot was getting really began sparking new fantasies in my brain, as seeing this tiny, little, puny woman hard struggling and doing her very best just to simply please my large feet, a task I easily could do myself, was turning me on.
It was a reflection of the entire company, who all were so stupid and incompetent, while I was way better and more capable of completing their minor workloads, such helpless worms didn’t deserve being equal to me, let alone my size.
This felt right, as I was so much better than everyone else. They should all be insignificant to me, below me, barely reaching my toes, which they had the privilege and luck to be in the presence of. This reality was now in my reach with the remote I had, and instead of shrinking everyone else, I would turn myself into the giant I deserved to be!
I wanted it, becoming my true, glorious form, the big boss of all humanity. Eager to turn into my proper size, I fired the remote onto myself, starting my ascension from little, middle-aged manager to space-stretching behemoth goddess.
Rachel received no warning as my feet suddenly erupted in size, a wall of expanding, spongy flesh hitting her and keeping her in place by its sheer forward speed. My transformation was fast, as my clothes snapped swiftly, unable to contain my growing, mature body, my tiny office failing too, as my growing limbs broke through the pathetic floors and walls like cardboard, finally outgrowing my puny workplace to become something greater and bigger.
As if the building was an egg, it began to crack and break as a hatchling goddess was born, my feet shooting forward and out into the street, pushing cars and people to make more room for them to expand. I was breaking free from the eggshell, my laughing head bursting out from the top of the building as my body demolished the rest, free from my last, fragile shackles, I entered the world as a naked, growing giantess, who kept triggering a remote to turn her even larger.
Poor little Rachel was still clinging to my ever-growing feet, the tiny, little speck of a girl became more and more impossible for me to see.
I laughed as my feet became more and more like a vast landscape to Rachel, my skin stretching and expanding to hills and plains, my foul foot odor increasing in volume so much that it was became an atmosphere on its own to her, forming the new, fetid, expanding world that Rachel would live the rest of her pathetic, little days on, forced to eat my mass-produced, sour toe jam and drink nothing else but the drops of my endlessly pouring sweat to survive.
I was her new goddess, her survival depended on my mood, a single session of scratching between my toes could kill her, but her voice was so low now that none of her prayers would be heard, and her goddess became more and more unable to see her ever-shrinking form, making me smile as I didn’t have to deal with her shit anymore.
The world got in greater and greater danger as my feet grew bigger and bigger, becoming so sweaty and swollen, my toes stretching across the landscape as my soles broaden and fatten, starting to rivaling cities.
I myself was shooting upwards through the clouds, getting further and further away from the surface, no law or military force could reach me now, as humanity shrank and became punier and punier to me, becoming nothing but bugs squirming around my massively, growing feet.
I was no longer some pitiful manager in an insignificant company, I had expanded into the epicenter of the world, the planet now under the thumb of a chubby, old, power-hungry, wrinkly mega milf, torturing and killing vast populations with her filthy, sweltering, continent-sized feet, merely wiggling my colossal, plumb, miles-long toes now caused atmospheric disturbance.
With toes larger than mountains, encircled by seas of clouds, I terraformed the planet as easily as stepping on sand, leaving huge craters and dents on the planets while filling the world’s atmosphere with the stench of my smelly feet. Humanity now forced to build and survive on foot shaped planets, their cities becoming my new toe jam and crumbs of dirt smeared on my colossal, planet-stretching soles, making me feel like the almighty powerful being I deserved to be.
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