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Pleasure above everything
🕑 Added 2025-10-07 16:08:28 +0000 UTCThe bare feet of the three giants dominated the horizon, their soles, a monumental vista of skin and calluses, dwarfing the shattered earth below. Ethan and David, their hundred-mile-tall bodies stretching into the upper atmosphere, stood beside Clara, their casual stance a world-altering event for the insignificant world at their toes. Airliners, appearing as specks, veered dangerously close to the smooth, vast curve of their ankles, where atmospheric turbulence swirled like weather systems around a new cliff face.
Clara, a monolith of sun-kissed flesh, glanced between the two men, her voice a deep, resonant boom that rolled across the continent, shattering the relative silence.
"Guys, seriously? You're having a boner?"
The gigantic appendages of both men, which had grown to match their immense scale, were indeed rising into the stratosphere, vast, marbled columns of flesh above the cloud layers casting impossibly long, new shadows across the ravaged landscape.
Ethan, whose immense big toe was currently crushing what remained of a mountain range into a fine, pale dust caught in his wrinkles, chuckled — a sound that cracked the bedrock hundreds of miles away.
"What?" his voice rumbled like distant, playful thunder, fragments of which were barely decipherable to the terrified specks on the ground. "That's not like there's something to stop us." The sheer casualness of his response was its own act of cataclysm, the unblinking, absolute truth of their scale and power. He flexed his toes, a slight, almost imperceptible movement to him, but the resulting tremor violently reshaped an entire valley beneath his arch. The ridges of his worn sole, a monumental wonder far more fascinating than any mere natural gorge, pressed deeper, erasing any lingering sign of civilization.
David, his own foot resting near Clara's, its rough heel pressing down on what was once a thriving city, shrugged his immense shoulder, the motion creating a continent-spanning disturbance in the air. His voice, a low, guttural vibration that thrummed through the earth, echoed Ethan's sentiment with a nihilistic twist.
"What's the point of all of this if it's not for jerkin' and stompin'?"
As he spoke the word "stompin'," the immense pad of his heel unconsciously twisted slightly, grinding the pulverized city beneath it into an even finer, more homogeneous dust. The ruins, now utterly insignificant, clung to the thick, hardened calluses of his skin, a testament to the fact that the earth and everything on it was merely an irritating texture beneath their magnificent feet. The world was nothing more than a carpet, and their bare, powerful soles were the ultimate masters of its final reshaping.
Comments
Jason
Love to get a tiny POV of these 3 collosal giants
Arro
Given my name is Ethan it's easy for me to imagine myself in his place <3 <3
