The Setting

For a moment it seems as though you are standing in the middle of a detailed scale model of some Middle Eastern city, but on closer inspection, it becomes clear that this is no model! It is an actual city built in a radial fashion, with most of the major streets leading out from an ornate central building with Arabic writing on it. The construction is a bizarre mixture of ancient and modern, of fancy high-rises and wooden shacks. And like any Middle Eastern city, it is *packed*. Tiny people just a few inches high scurry like frightened ants around your feet. Cars and buses skid to a halt and their passengers start to pile out, joining into a fleeing mob all trying to get away from the giant who has so suddenly appeared in their midst.

Zim yawns quietly and stretches himself out, standing up on his tiptoes for a moment as he arches his back, looking over the city for a bit before he lets out a quiet yawn. "Oh my."

( it may seem boring to you, but the inhabitants are quite properly shocked to see a towering skunk suddenly appear in their midst. Sirens are beginning to sound and a few screams are echoing from below as panic sweeps through the streets. )

Zim strips down.

Zim listens quietly to the little sirens and shrieks, yawning a bit once again as he grins, peering quietly over the city. "Why hello there."

( some stand and gawk as the giant casually undresses himself, draping his clothing over nearby rooftops and tossing his shoes off into the distance. The streets are growing more crowded, the people moving hurriedly away from you. There is not too much panic; your calm, even bored appearance leaving them uncertain as to your intentions. They do not seem to want to stay long to find out, though. )

Zim's intentions are pretty well hidden...in his calm manner, he quietly lifts one foot and swings it forward, it casts a shadow over part of the crowd, crowding their view with the bottom of his furry foot as it falls towards them, not very hurried but not slow either...soon enough, it falls over them, pressing them tightly to the ground before he lets his foot settle into the ground, breaking the mass of bodies beneath him.

( a great cry of terror wells up from below as your enormous foot sweeps overhead and hovers ominously over the crowd. Those in its shadow scramble frantically, pushing each other in all directions as the bottom of your foot comes lower and lower. Few escape in the panic as your sole finally pushes them all down and covers them. They squeal and writhe for a few seconds as your ungodly weight piles up upon them, and then with a sickening crunch and amongst squirts of redness your foot settles fully to the ground. Those around it are splashed with gore and stumble backward, staring in shock. The people on the street freeze motionless, struck dumb with horror. They have just watched a furry giant casually STEP on a dozen people as though they were merely bugs. Their minds are still trying to register what is happening as the pool of blood spreads outward from beneath your toes. )

Zim grins softly and sweeps his other foot up and forward, again letting it hover over the ground before he presses it cruelly down on them, letting out another sickeningly wet crunch, his toes wiggling in the mess a bit before that foot lifts again...he begins to walk, merely stepping through the crowd like grass, dozens of people falling beneath his feet, getting flattened with each casual step, casting a shadow before crushing them like bugs. His grin widens a bit as he continues to walk, getting a bit slower.

( The shock is only just wearing off when your other foot starts to descend. Those beneath it stare rigidly, their eyes widening as they watch the black leathery sole fill the sky. Then abruptly it is upon them, driving them to the ground, your vast weight pressing down mercilessly. They can *hear* themselves being squashed to death before their skulls burst and sensation fades. The shock wears off from the rest of the crowd, replaced by the electrifying realization that there is a giant monster in their midst who is grinning, GRINNING as he callously steps on people like so many worthless insects. They flee in terror before you, shoving one another in their desperation to keep from falling beneath your cruel tread. Your gate is casual, feet landing on helpless people as though you are not even aware of their presence. But your smile is a savage reminder that you do indeed know they are there, and that you simply do not care. )

Zim continues grinning quietly, standing still for a moment...he lets his eyes scan the moving carpet before him, pressing his foot out a bit, he gently squishes a few of them, one at a time, under one toe, poking gently at them before crushing them, rather slowly, the soft leather pad pressing over them tightly before squishing them. He giggles quietly at the small squirming sensations as each one bursts. He continues this for a while, thinking to himself a bit.

( The panic becomes more wild as the giant's intentions become horribly plain. He is here to kill. The slaughter is wanton, without purpose; it seems to be nothing more than the simple thrill of destruction, of such absolute power over his victims. They die in groups, crushed mercilessly beneath your feet as you step on them, their struggles briefly caressing your soles before their bodies are ground into warm mush. The horror escalates as you single out individuals, breaking them away from the crowd with a single mighty toe and then laying that toe upon them. They writhe helplessly and squeal in terror, babbling frantic pleas for mercy, pleas which go unheeded as the monster holds them pinned beneath his toepad and then callously squashes them flat. Their bodies crunch and burst beneath your toe, some sticking to its underside long enough to terrorize the next victim you select. )

Zim continues thinking quietly as he goes on with his little game, squishing them one by one before he stops and merely stands there, staring at the panicked crowd, looking at all the upturned faces, staring up at him in horror...he slowly bends over and reaches down, singling out a single man, plucking him from the mob between his thumb and index finger...he slowly lifts him up towards his muzzle, eyeing over him for a moment before he casually opens his muzzle and tosses him inside...he quickly ends the little one's life, his teeth coming down over him with a crunch, splattering him all over the inside of his muzzle...he chews for a second more before he swallows, bending down again, his hand opening towards the crowd.

( the crowd has backed up before you and are helpless to escape as you savagely choose individuals one by one to crush for your amusement. When that killing finally stops the crowd's noise tails off. They scramble less, staring back up at you with terrified expressions, wondering what you intend to do. A shrill cry rises as you bend and snatch up one shrieking, kicking figure and study him. A murmur arises -- perhaps the monster will realize that these are intelligent beings? No, that hope is shattered as you casually fling the helpless figure into your mouth and crush him heartlessly in your jaws. The crowd starts to shriek again as you chew him to bits and swallow him, and then their wild scrambles resume as your gigantic hand looms over them, reaching toward them... )

Zim gathers a dozen or more up into his hand, lifting them up into the air at a dizzying pace, bringing them closer and closer to his muzzle...as they approach, his muzzle opens up before them before his hand opens up and pours them all in at once, the mass of squirming bodies landing on his soft tongue...right as they fall in his muzzle shuts, his teeth grinding over several of them, crushing them into nothing, the rest left to squirm in his hot muzzle as he tastes the others blood...he then swallows, sending the mass of meat and squirming live victims into his throat and down towards his tummy.

( they struggle wildly to avoid your grasping fingers, but there are so many of them that there is really nowhere for them to run to. They are herded blindly together and surrounded by your fist, their cries growing hoarse as they are squeezed tightly against one another and hauled into the air. Their panicked squirming grows more pronounced as you carry them closer and closer to your muzzle, your cavernous maw opening wider and wider to accept them....and then they are released, tumbling helplessly through the air, limbs flailing as they fall in human cascade into your mouth. Many are treated in the dim light to the sight of their fellows being mashed to bits between your teeth, but the spectacle is short lived. Your huge tongue rears up and pushes them en masse into the tight grip of your throat, where they are squeezed smoothly down into your stomach. Those left at your feet are rushing blindly this way and that. Having just seen you eat people alive, they are sure that they can expect no mercy if they are caught. )

Zim grins a bit more, mmmmming softly before he slowly leans forwards and down, his knees pressing against the ground, crushing several people before he puts his hands down as well, leaning his head down over the crowd, grinning as his head looms over the crowd...he slowly opens his muzzle again, his huge tongue rushing out and over them, lapping many of them up and into his muzzle, which he quickly swallows them down, his head dipping down again, lapping up more and more, swallowing masses of squirming meat down into his stomach...on his underside, a long erection has been forming, gently dripping pre over the crowd.

( You loom over them like a destroyer god, driving them to a terrified frenzy. So blind is their panic that they are rendered even more helpless, the street more resembling a teeming anthill than anything else. Those who are trapped between your hands fall to the ground and writhe, waving their hands in the air as this might ward off your leering muzzle as it descends. They scream as you lick them up, like so many bugs, not even bothering to chew them as you swallow them alive. They cannot escape; your great tongue curls around them and drags them up between your lips, their bodies making wriggling lumps as they slide down your throat in twos and threes. Seeing you so casually devouring their neighbors has driven many beneath you, where they stumble about dazed, bumping into each other and groaning. Your immense body looms over them, your titanic erection swaying over their heads, betraying the thrill you derive from feeling helpless humanity squirm in your stomach as they are slowly digested. )

Zim lets one of his hands leave the crowd, reaching up under himself, he grips his erection, his head continues to dip into the crowd, lapping them up and swallowing them down whole as he begins to stroke himself, letting and more pre drip over the crowd as he pumps at his massive erection, his eyes closing half-way as his grin grows.

( Those beneath you are as trapped by their fear as they are by your mammoth presence. They can only cower, clinging to one another, and watch as your hand slides obscenely along the black, fleshy length of your penis -- obscene, if only in that its arousal has come from the heartless slaughter of helpless citizens. They cannot go back - - your mammoth calves rest atop the bodies of scores who did not get out of the way, and the fear that you might sit on them keeps them fro fleeing that way. Ahead, they can see your great muzzle delicately sweeping side to side, jaw flexing as your pink tongue flashes out to sweep in another victim. They can also see your whitefurred throat pulsing and bobbing as you gulp down your prey, your muscular stomach overhead filling with writhing meat. )

Zim lets his hand pump madly over his erection, more and more pre dripping and falling over the crowd, soaking many of them in his fluids as he murrrsss loudly, his eyes closed now, the grin on his muzzle spread ear to ear...he stops his feast now, concentrating on his member and the writhing mass inside of him, his hand pumping faster and faster as his cock throbs. His body leans down a bit over the crowd, as if he's aiming down...he moans loudly before his member releases a sudden stream of his seed, soaking dozens below him, the sticky ooze covering them as his hand flies over his cock. The fluid comes in long, thick streams, and many of them at that, before his hand finally slows as well as the flow of seed, slowing to a mere dribble as he lets out a mammoth murrrrrr.

( Trapped beneath you, the people are a captive audience, whimpering in the frail refuge where at least they are not being eaten alive. Your stomach fills with living, wriggling victims, their screams muffledly audible through the whitefurred ceiling formed by your belly. The captives huddle together as you pleasure yourself rudely over their heads, and then they cry out in alarm and start to mill around as your hips press downward and your gigantic cock is deliberately aimed down at them. They barely have time to shriek out a prayer for mercy before you cum on them, your balls churning as your seed blasts relentlessly down on their puny bodies, coating them and miring them in a thick layer of sticky soup. It weighs them down, their bodies stumbling and falling against one another, twitching feebly as they try to breathe beneath the smothering semen. )

Zim grins a bit more before he lets out a small snicker...he slowly stands himself up, getting to his feet with another loud yawn and stretch, arching his back again as he peers over the rest of the city. "Another time". He slowly turns himself around and hikes out of the city, crushing dozens more beneath his feet before he passes over the cities border and disappears off into the distance.