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Mark smiles at the news chopper circling around him. He had swat down the first few he saw last week, but he has come to realize they will be taking the best travel photos he could ask for. The giant American student has spent over a week touring the German countryside. Taking in the local culture and visiting uncountable historic districts and places. Mark was completing research for his senior thesis. He was an engineering student studying historic archytecture. He choose to write about old German churches, and thought it would be a good idea to collect some of the originals. He has spent over a week looking for the best examples to prove his theory, while 'accidently' stepping on all of the rest. Mark has found himself stepping on far more than he is collecting, but he is having too much fun to stop now.

Millions of tiny brits could only stare up in horror as Dale took a massive shit. The worksite had all new bathrooms installed just last week. Instead of tiles, the floor was made of copies of entire cities and countries. Everything to the atom was copied, and each day the bathroom would have billions of fully sentient and confused tiny humants scurrying about. With a new copy every day the bathroom floors were always absolutely spotless, and worker satisfaction increased as every day dozens of working class men experienced the joys of seeing the world, and deciding its fate. Each stall and each urinal had an entire city laid out before it, one had London, another Tokyo, etc, and everyday one country would take up the center space, those workers quickly became some of the mostly geographically proficient in their whole small towns.

(image source) John glances over at the small news chopper, he gives it a nod as it takes him all in. The very slightest smile crosses his lips. This will make some great ads, his agent will be happy. The Texas born cowboy is taking a nice break after his big performance. He is the big act everyone here came out to see, and he knows it. He used to meander off to let the rest of the acts have 'their moment', but the crowd always hates to see him go. This is his compromise, everyone can feel him, know exactly where he is, and he will clap and comment on the show, bringing everyone's attention right back to it for the big moments. He needs the break, it's hard work juggling bulls, lifting massive farm equipment, then dropping an crushing said equipment, not to mention chucking grain silos like footballs, he had a lot of acts. Of course every rodeo needs the classics, that's where the rest of his buddies come in. The big cave in on the roof is of course a problem with the venue. Any threat to his audiences is bad for business and his own image. Once John’s fans got out the big cowboy already knew he was going to trash this place. Leveling the stands and everything else to make sure they would be rebuilt right. The fans who stay behind to lick his big Texan boots and pleasure him will have their work cut out for them when he is done with this modest Alberta stadium.

Ethan's art became world renown. His sneakers he always wore out became infamous. tens or even hundreds of thousands getting crushed a week in the name of one college kids art became accepted as normal. And one ballsy professor got almost everything he could have wanted from his wetter dreams.

He looked down at the city center he finally reached. He recognised more than a few places, where he got his coffee, the bars he liked going too, and the ones he liked less so, it was like looking through an old photo album. Then he took another step, and crushed most of all those place. He chuckled as recognised the apartment buildings old friends and flings lived in before they were crushed underboot too. within a few minutes the city was largely in ruin. He had left his mark and it was time to move on, he walked on around lake ontario as he made his way towards New York City, and wondered how long that city would last him before he got bored and grew again.

After some playful licks he just opened wide and stuffed the whole thing in his mounth. in a few bites, it was chewable, and soon in his stomach. He turned around and climbed onto the mountain behind him, it was never hard to spot more ships from up there, and he was hungry.

(image source) Jake unleased his piss down on the poor city. Jake was just on his way to hang out with some buddies. His current act of devistation was just him showwing dominance over a city he didnt have time to properly destroy at the moment. He was just passing by when he saw them and thought he was late enough already, shouldnt keep his bro's waiting any longer, but he did have to piss anyway so he comprimized. not like he could just leave them be unscaved, he's a giant and has a reputation to uphold, and runts need to know to piss themselves on sight when he's around. "you faggots got lucky" he announced as he shook the last few drops of piss from his cock. He put his cock back into his jeans and just took a moment to kick over most of the city's skyscrapers in 2 or 3 swings. Then, satisfied with knowing he drowned and crushed at least several thuosand runts he turned and walked away as suddenly as he came.

(image source) Rick was only now starting to stir back awake. After a long day of leveling many once fine cities yesterday, he was only now finishing his resting. He flexed his foot a little and pounded it down on the nearby building which quickly callapsed as if it had been smacked down by a multi billion ton wrecking ball, all in just the power of a barely consious foot flex. He laid back for a bit longer as he continued to gain consiousness, thinking about what it must be like for the runts of Miami. He chose to lay back here specifically, on one of the long islands a bit away from the city where he could be easily seen by nearly every runt in the city. He knew it might give a lot time to evacuate but he didnt care, he'd stomp them all one day or another down the line and he could help but try to freak out the runts in any casual way he could. He flexxed his toes before sitting up and planting his feet firmly on the ground, giving them an even fresher coat of debris and bodies on his soles. He was hungry, it was time to start the day, and he could could see from here all the major road ways were backed up massively, breakfast was waiting.

(image source) Daniel laid back on the road. He didn't know what road it was, nor did it matter, he was just in the mood for a lazy snack. The couple dozen cars and 30 some odd random people on the street he crushed laying down went nearly completely unnoticed by him. Not that he had any reason too, he crushed, ate, drowned, or otherwise killed off hundreds of runts in a daily basis, by now oust of them he didn't ever even both to glance at, only crowds, much like a normal person would to ants after a while of having an infestation. Daniel pulled out his phone and answered a few text. Nothing exceptional, one from a fellow giant Daniel was friends with, one from another recently grown giant Daniel met just a few days ago, and one from the city government of whatever shit hole he found himself in at the moment. He didn't know what town it was, he'd be done with it and move on to a new one in a few weeks. It was some formal letter type thing basically pleading with him to move on to another city, it actually even recommended a few others nearby in desperation, all it did was bring a weak smile to his face, stupid runts should know that never works, wait, looks like they were even willing to bribe him, 'the most attractive women and/or men of your choice we have to offer, and we will begin construction on a new pair of sneakers of your choice' Daniel just laughed at the offer,and decides that later today he'll just order them to do it anyway or he'll go out of his way to raze everything this shit hole has to offer. As he started to finish up his phoning business he kicked off his other sneaker, making sure to crush the nearby cop under it, and tapped roughly on the apartment building next to him, shaking it and breaking the wall to expose a few rooms. Then he waited a moment for them to get moving, meanwhile he addressed the runts nearer to his feet "Hey, runts, fucking foot rub. now" Daniel stretched out his toes and waited as several nearby runts rushed to satisfy him. Whenever he was relatively new to a city there were always runts everywhere waiting to satisfy him. Then, as his feet got a good message runts in the apartment building he'd tapped on started to pour out people out the main entrance. Daniel reached over and crushed a couple under his fist, then they started rushing back into the building. From experience Daniel worked quickly, and was done before the runts knew what happened. He ripped off the upper few floors of the building, leaving only the first floor walls in tact, then he stuffed cars down onto all the doorways to other first floor rooms, blocking them all off. Then it was just several dozen runts trapped in the entry hallway, and him at the exit. He reached back towards the end of the hallway and started pushing people forward, forcing them towards the front entrance. Then he pressed his lips into the entrance way. The people in the hallway scream, struggled, and fought, but it was no use, he could force them around easy. Then once they were closer he stuck out his tongue and grabbed a few with it, pulling them into his mouth, He munched the people, ate them, and repeated with a new group. He kept going till he was full and out of people to munch on. After he finished he laid there for a minute or two before getting up, he had a date with the city government.

(image source) Justin just chilled back, it was just a lazy Sunday afternoon for him. He didn't have any other plans for today so he thought he'd play with his new growth ray some. Besides, he wanted to get out here anyway sometime within the next few weeks. About a month ago Justin had invested in some stock from a construction company in Phoenix, so here he was to strum up some business for them so he could see some returns. The LA born and raised recent college drop out that was Justin, didn't give a shit about the hundreds or thousands he crushed so casually with every movement. Hell, if any thing it made him smile on occasion. He liked the way the city and all the little buildings crumbled under him as he occasionally shifted position and moved his legs around, and he loved how he knew he'd leave a lasting impact everywhere he went at this size, he shifted his ass a bit and thought about how the crater he was leaving down there could alter the landscape for centuries. Then he remembered, one of his old frat bros had a house out here on the mountain, and he was there now with a few other former bros. Actually that's part of why he had nothing to do today, most of his friends were out of town for the weekend. A smile crossed Justin's lips as he glanced around till he saw the mountain his friend's house was on, he didn't know which one it was, but that didn't matter, he could take it out easy. "This is for kicking me from the frat, faggots" and with that Justin lifted his arm and smashed his fist down on the top of the mountain, causing an avalanche that destroyed all the homes on it, and those on the bottom of it too. Justin was a bit pissed he got kicked out of the frat, so what if he dropped out, bros are supposed to stick together. Though really, odds are he'd do the same to them whether he was still in the frat or not, crushing thousands is one thing, but there's always a special delight in crushing those that you know. Justin pulled his phone out of his pocket and pulled up a news app on it. He laughed when he saw he was already making headlines. He ignored that for now and scrolled down a bit to a story about his last excursion to Vegas just last week with a few buddies. He skimmed through the article and giggled when he saw the pics they had interspersed throughout. The first pic was of the him and his buddies approaching the city in the foreground, they were just joking and shoving each other around. Then the next one showed them gambling on the strip, one of his buddies had brought along some cards and dice to play with. They gambled off different sections of the city, everyone started with a fifth or so and the winner got to go smash neighborhoods he'd taken from the losers. Then next was one of his buddies getting him off, they weren't thrilled about it, in fact none of them were as the only other bi guy Justin had ordered to lick his dusty sandy feet, but Justin convinced them easily enough with promises of size. Not that he'd actually fulfill it, as he told them after he'd gotten off "Faggots don't deserve to be giants", then he shrunk them down and stuffed them in his pockets for fun later. The final pic was of Justin, pissing in the reservoir before he walked back home to LA. After finishing off the article Justin decided it was time to get going, he'd done what he came here for, no point in sticking around. Before getting up he checked the latest updates on the app. The third story listed said it was a livestream. Justin raised an eyebrow as he opened it and was brought to video feed of himself, only from a dozen or so blocks away from somewhere on the ground. Justin smiled deviously as he got up and looked from the feed to the ground, soon spotting within the block where it was coming from. The thing was too tiny to see itself, but Justin knew right about where it was. He looked down to the spot "hope it was worth your life fag" He showed the spot his middle finger and smiled at it as he raised his foot and stomped down on it. He ground his foot into the dirt a few times before stepping off and walking back home through the city's suburbs.

(Image source) Mike smiled broadly as he ripped the upper 4th part of some random skyscraper off from the rest of it. He eyed the news choppers that were just hovering there watching him suddenly start to turn away from him and gain altitude. Mike lifted one hand off his makeshift football for a second before slamming it back down on it immediately, giving it a rough pat. He repeated the motion again several more times as he patiently let the choppers fly higher and farther away from him, he wanted a good target. Soon however the fragile building quickly started to crack, bend, and shatter off in a few places, so he decided he waited as long as he was willing to bear. Mike let one hand off the 'football' before pulling it back and snapping it forward, letting it go to hurl into one of the choppers. It was a direct hit, Mike let out a boisterous "WOOO" before reaching down and snapping off another 4th of the building he ripped his first 'football' off of, and didn't hesitate this time to do the same with the other chopper that was still desperately trying to escape his notice. Luckily the chopper failed, and Mike's makeshift projectile was spot on. As the chopper and projectile sailed down into several suburban blocks below, Mike let out his usual powerful laughter and kicked over the building to his left in pure excitement, he was actively working to get himself pumped. Off behind him Mike heard some familiar laughter and chatter he knew well, his bros! He jogged over to meet them and get the game started while he was pumped and ready. Mike's legs and sneakers plowed through several more skyscrapers and dozens of houses in the suburbs. The city folk thought they had trouble when Mike first showed up, not one of them had any idea the real devastation caused when a herd of giant bros get together, but they're about to find out!

(image source) 1123 was lab rat. He was one of the US government's little science projects gone wrong. He was made to be a new kind of soldier, a bigger one to be more exact, and now he was. 1123, or Marcus as he'd been called before he was selected, was pulled out of bootcamp for the experiment and been locked away for years since then. He grew in spirts, once every month or so, usually only ten or twenty feet but as of the past year it had started to increase exponentially. last month, then just under 2,000ft tall, he busted out of what had become his prison and in vengeance against the world he destroyed LA. Since then he ripped his way through the country, leveling everything he came in contact with. It was only last night that he grew into his new towering height, and he couldn't be prouder to debout his new size on New York. With a few stomps and dragging of his sneakers across the landscape 1123 had destroyed the whole city under just his massive sneakers. After finishing off New York he'd march south and eat Philly for breakfast, tossing buildings in his mouth and even getting down to lick up countless blocks with his tongue. By noon he'd be reach DC, where he'd fuck into the earth the place that fucked him for so many years.

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(image source - me) Jon marched down the street confidently. Today he was here to check up on the headquarters of a business his company had recently acquired. It was a pretty routine sort of visit, one a man of his stature didn't normally make in person but he liked the excuse to visit Sydney. Though he kept s serious look about him he smiled broadly on the inside, he quite enjoyed the little crunches from the compacting cars and people under each one of his dress shoes. It was a new sort of feeling for him to cause such casual destruction with every step. Before it was something he had to strictly avoid out of fear of bad press, but recently he had made some wise investment in a few media outlets and he now had enough of a firm grasp to prevent any real poor coverage on his actions. So now he could walk around with reckless abandon and destroy whatever he wanted on a whim like a giant should be able to. After he finished up meeting with the high ups of his new business he would go pay they're competitors a visit and show them what they were up against. As well as offer up some active architectural advice for they're stores and offices. When he took care of business for the day he would go relax at the beach for a bit, mostly work on his tan but also have some volleyball players for lunch and snatch up a few surfers as souvenirs, then he'd hit the town like a real giant should.

(image source) Aaron always had bigger dreams than his modest hometown could ever hope to fill. The hockey loving wrestler was easily the star of the town. The 18 year old high school junior was still planning out what college he wanted to go to when he grew. Now he towered above the small town he was raised in, already crushing a couple residents just under his expanding sneakers. A smile crossed his lips as he gazed down at the the town sprawled around his feet. It felt good, hell it felt right, this town was never big enough for a man like him, and now all the rest of them could see it too. The town was racked with booming laughter as Aaron lifted his foot up and slammed it down on small grocery store, then he lifted it again and stomped a gas station into the dirt. His steps shock the town to the core and horrified the already scared and confused residents. He finished the place off completely in a matter of minutes, finishing off the last few houses by pulling his cock out and pissing them into a flooded ruined mess. After destroying his hometown Aaron turned towards the nearest large city and eagerly bounded toward it. He always wanted to run away to the big city, to a place big enough to please his ambitions in life, though he wasn't sure it or any city could last him a week at this size. And he couldn't be happier.