The waters were once ruled by human vessels. Everything from battleships colonizing distant lands, to pirate flotillas trading elven slaves. After the shrinking, many of those boats became shipwrecks with their captains unable to navigate. Some were seized by other races through prisoners taking over, some served as homes for the human passengers until supplies ran out.
It had been a painful, arduous month, but port towns were starting to pop up again. Built by the bravest swashbucklers who barely survived their journeys to shore, and those who escaped the jungles of grass, the open beach housed hundreds of people with thousands of tales. Among shacks from old wood bits, huts carved from the beach's sand, and canopies of ripped cloth, they managed to survive with the sea's gifts.
The calm sun reflected on the foamy waves. A young sailor looked out to the waters, eager to leave, and travel to those distant islands...
SLAM.
The humans recognized the sound of massive foot flesh hitting sand.
SLAM.
They rushed for their hiding tunnels, burrowing underground like worms.
SLAM.
But this wasn't a wise elf's stride, a fairy's dainty steps, or a mighty orc's stomp.
SLAM.
Those races' footsteps weren't this powerful.
SLAM.
The earthquakes were making their buildings collapse from vibrations alone.
SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.
And they were coming blisteringly, unbelievably fast, way too close--
SSSSCRUNCH.
The port towns, hundreds of humans, and all their memories and dreams instantly became buried under your meaty grey foot. Yet one more human civilization wiped off the maps, plastered on the cataclysmic soles of Hubalina of the Giants.
You stretched your toes out, enjoying the feeling of the sun-kissed beach beneath you. It inadvertently ground the remains of the minuscule domain into a wet smear. This was usually a place that you roamed with caution, knowing the bloodthirsty humans were nearby. Yet, there weren't any of those terrifying creatures around. Not that you knew of, anyway.
Lifting your foot to see what had crunched beneath, you saw powdery grey, brown, and red. It was already being washed away by sweat. You'd stepped on several of these spots on the way here. There had been similar marks and crunches when you sat down on massive hills, or littering your chest when you lay down. Maybe they were some kind of plant that had started to grow over the past month?
Worried that these multiple stains might be unhealthy, you came to this beach to wash off. You stretched your arms up, enjoying the fresh air beating down on you. With a small hop and a skip, you shut your blue eyes, and plunged into the ocean waters. The splash spread across your snowy hair as you lay back, relaxing in the shallow waters.
Of course diving in caused an absolute disaster for the unnoticeable humans surrounding. In a resounding FWOOOSH, wandering scavengers and swimmers all around were battered with a spray of aquatic carnage. Tiny canoes had set sail from the port town, carved from small twigs and bits of bark, and lay all across the waters in hopes of reclaiming their territory. Almost instantaneously, the salty waters from your breasts landing in the ocean capsized all their boats. It sent them bobbing up and down, battered by waves. Some of them were instantly cut in half as your bare nipples broke their structures beyond splinters.
Survivors struggled through the foamy liquid, trying to make it to safety among the chaos. They navigated their fragile ships or swam up to the grey islands that served as solid land. This was your partly-submerged thighs. Instantly as you started wiping them, they rushed to disembark. None were fast enough, and ended up as smears on the back of your legs, unnoticed as they were rinsed away by the salty waters.
Even standing up to your feet was a calamity for the populace trying to regain the seas for the humans. From every side, the tiny fleets that were once aquatic powers saw a great grey goliath rising from the depths, able to identify you as Hubalina from rumors around. Waterfalls cascaded off your majestic grey form, every step making a great spray of droplets rain havoc down from your tits, your shoulders, and your swinging hair. It was like being caught in a tropical storm above active underwater volcanoes.
Of course, none of that registered to you, head high above the multiple little flecks glimmering in the gentle waist-high waters. You couldn't help but splash a little in joy, as you grew more and more relaxed. Any fears you had of threats were soon quelled by the cool, relaxing embrace of the bath. The sensation of your muscles de-clenching was heavenly.
The simple unconscious flex of your leg muscles actually sent ripples through the waters. No human could circumnavigate those thighs, they were wide enough to block trade routes. Unfortunate ships and shipwrecks got dragged to the outer lips of your sex as you stepped around, stuck there. Small platforms of wood were rearranged by either leg's swings.
In a last-ditch effort to ward off the terrifying, unaware Hubalina, a set of ships to launch a surprise attack from behind. They gathered around your thick rear, launching spears and minuscule pebbles at the full grey mass. Cheers started ringing out as they noticed motion, bulging, thinking the attack worked. But a counter-attack hit them without warning. The entire set of human warriors were instantly blasted aside, flying into the distance, their ships ripped to shreds, by a titanic bubble rising from below them...
Pbbbt- Your relaxation was such that you let out an underwater fart. You hoped nobody was there to hear, grey face going flushed. Thankfully it was small enough. Moving to another spot in the water, you began rinsing across your arms. Your hands cupped and pressed streams of the purifying seawater up against your bosom. You made sure to scrub under your armpits.
It wasn't just human ships stirred by this immense bath. Small pieces of swampy dirt, floating further from the shore, served as archipelagos for the shrunken things. They witnessed island after island getting scooped up in your hands, and slathered against your tits without a care. Some chunks of settled land could still be seen resting on your nipples, or around the bottle necklace you wore. Others weren't so lucky, and found their buildings being used as deodorant, ground up into your grey pits' grime.
Moving further, you make sure to wash all over. You pay special attention to your feet and ass, having stepped and sat on those strange crunchy spots earlier. They were persistent, taking a lot of rubbing and splashing to get off.
Those tiny islands are treated to the sight of ruined buildings and remains of their fellow comrades flattened against your tremendous curves and soles. They don't stay there for long, though, being washed off in massive waterfalls. The water pressure rips them from the sweaty surfaces, and sends them down in an avalanche that crushes a few more humans. Just by washing your body after the unaware destruction, you've brought on more carnage.
Not having humans around lets you explore a little more. You notice a small stream in the distance, and swim towards it, without any attention to the small pieces of wood or mites that get caught in your breaststroke. It's like a small freshwater river when you reach it. You've never noticed it before, but perhaps without any threats, then you can appreciate the smaller things in life. You take a sip from it, swallowing a good mouthful of the refreshing water.
That river had been specifically dug by shrunken humans to carry resources along sets of minor villages. Without even looking, you'd slurped up a months worth of food and weapons traveling along the stream, along with all the men carrying and protecting it. The last bit of light they'll ever see disappears as you swallow, moving them from your cavernous mouth to your esophagus. They now sail in your stomach acids, spending their last moments churned into an infinitesimally small amount of nutrition. What's more, the movement of your tongue had flooded the river's small dams, sending it off-course. Human settlements that depended on that food will now either starve, or have to risk hunting and gathering on their own.
Such is the life of humans here, where the lives of communities are not worth even one lick of Hubalina's lips.
You feel fairly clean and refreshed now. Relieved, even, that you could bathe without interruption. But the day is still young...
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