Rouge was big, Rouge was very big, goddess big. As she stood there, hands on hips, legs astride, she bit her lip, "fucking AWESOME!" was all she could say as she looked around at the now tiny landscape. Now fully 1,000 feet tall she towered over most things in the vicinity, hills on the horizon were bigger, but not much else. She smiled as she looked down at the ruins of her mansion under her white booted feet, "ho-hum, won't need that any more", she shrugged.
She looked at herself, dressed in a tight black leather catsuit with the zip open revealing a lot of her ample cleavage, the trouser legs poured into her trademark white boots which went over the knee and approached her thighs. She had teamed this with a matching wide white belt around her waspish waist and a matching pair of white over the elbow gloves worn over the catsuit arms. Her long straight hair, black with streaks of purple poured down her back. Pausing to trample the rest of her estate into the ground she delighted in the delicate crunches as the houses of her employees disappeared under stomping boots with the added frisson that some of the now tiny ants that served her were also being buried underfoot. "They are all fucking insects anyway", she drawled, "not worthy to grace even the soles of my boots".
She was used to getting what she wanted, as she grew up her adoptive parents showered money and gifts on her, she had them around her little finger. They were totally unaware of who she really was, she was a cute though demanding and strangely pale baby when they adopted her. As she grew up more further unsettling traits developed. She had a sense of her own superiority, she treated the servants dreadfully, getting them running around, clearing after her, especially after her quite frequent tantrums, which often involved breaking things. Also a fussy eater, if something displeased her she tossed it on the floor or at the wall and occasionally was known, when she had some of her followers/groupies around, to trample the feast laid before them, her followers didn't go along with this at their peril. She was the owner of an incredible amount of clothes footwear and jewellery, a lot of of which she had never worn, though she often had pleasure in ruining once worn clothing, by say diving into her pool fully clothed.
As the years passed, her parents who were relatively elderly passed away leaving her a fortune. It was then that her true colours revealed themselves. Her thoughts grew darker, her superiority complex grew further, she lost her followers, discarded as inadequate not worthy scum. She took to wearing unusual outfits, superhero style, often tight fitting to emphasize her obvious features, an ample butt and an ample pair of boobs, and had taken to wearing tall white boots.
Her employees were scared stiff of her, which pleased her greatly. They were often too scared to leave as Rouge made sure life became even more difficult for them. She was still prone to violent fits of temper and frequently her property bore the brunt. But lately she had been quieter, and stayed in her room a lot more. Something was going on. It was almost as if she was preparing for something. It was in the middle of trashing one of her kitchens as the food had displeased her that she suddenly stopped, dropping some plates, and stood totally still, and almost in a trance went to her main bedroom suite. There she stayed and the staff heard nothing.
Then suddenly one morning it happened, Rouge started growing, “aaaaah! The time has come! Blessed relief! The goddess is rising”, as she crashed through the roof of her house and grew more and more and more…..
Having trampled her now previous life underfoot she was ready to face her destiny, and did she know it…….standing still again white booted leather clad legs apart, gloved hands on hips, boobs jutting out, straining the catsuit.
“The time has come, the time of Goddess Rouge, time for you worthless insects to bow down and worship if you know what is good for you, time to trash this fucking planet!”. With that she put one booted foot forward, which crashed onto a nearby village crushing much of it flat and then started strolling……….
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