You thought you could sneak a free look at my perfect bikini body? My curves… my ass… all for you? Wrong. That view wasn’t free, tiny. You didn’t close your eyes, did you? I'll make you regret it. I stomp down at you over and over, taunting, humiliating, reminding you of your place beneath a Giantess Goddess. The ground shakes with every move of my flip-flops, and your pathetic little body scrambles under my shadow. “You know what? You don’t deserve to keep your life.” With one final, devastating stomp, I stomp you out of existence. Gone. Bye, loser.
