[b][u][center]Alien-Inspired Growth For ItalianBlackCat By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The sidewalk was empty, save for a foal that was running a toy car up and down the concrete blocks. He giggled as he crawled along, pushing the car forward and back, making all the beep-beep, vroom-vroom noises that any child would have done in his situation. Every now and then, a real car would go whizzing by the sidewalk, but as nobody really was bothered with the kid, nobody really noticed him. And the kid, in turn, didn’t really notice them. He was in his own little world, pushing that car back and forth, laughing and giggling as he played around. Until the crash happened. He didn’t even see the big bare foot coming down, just saw it as it smashed down on the middle of his car. The foal froze in place, looking up at the big red stallion that had stomped down on his toy. His mouth hung open, staring at the destruction that the other horse had wrought. The stallion’s name was Crushy, and this, unfortunately, was one of his hobbies. He didn’t stop as he walked on, nor did he seem to feel any pain from having stomped his bare foot right through the top of a toy car. He just kept moving on, treading on the pavement and leaving footprints of who knew what on the concrete. It wasn’t until he reached the intersection ahead, and was about to cross the street, that he finally looked back at the poor foal. He smiled, waved, and then kept walking, only acknowledging what he’d done by holding one foot up for a moment and showing the bits and pieces of crushed plastic and metal against the bottom of his foot. The feeling of rough asphalt and road material underfoot wasn’t a bad thing for him as he made his way across the crosswalk. It was just another texture, just another feeling for him to enjoy as he started his day. He walked along, occasionally stomping when the ground felt softer just for the joy of leaving a footprint behind. He was attracting attention everywhere that he went, but he was fine with that. The stallion was used to having eyes on him. He specifically dressed that way, going barefoot and with nothing but a loose, flappy pair of shorts to cover him. These warm days, there was no need for shirts, no need for longer pants, no need for anything to keep the sun off his skin or eyes off his body. Every step was a joy in and of itself. Not just for the various feelings of concrete and asphalt and old trash that crunched and cracked beneath his soles, but also for the feeling of air whooshing between his toes. It was almost like feeling the wind running fingers along his feet, and it was a lovely sensation. [i]Time to visit the park,[/i] Crushy thought, smiling as he turned at the next intersection, making his way towards the green and lush city part. It wasn’t any different from anything that anywhere else might have, but the thought of crushing a bit of grass and small plants beneath his soles was a pleasant one. For all his fantasies of crushing things, for all that he enjoyed breaking them underfoot, he wasn’t particularly massive. He was maybe a little under six feet, at most, a stallion that was a bit under some of the biggest members of his species, but tall enough to have a good pair of stompers. He had proved that with the car just a little while ago, and he planned to keep on grinding everything that he found under his heels. The grass was an instant change to the concrete, and the soft earth beneath it left him grinning, almost moaning at the soft, cushioning feeling that it gave his feet. His soles seemed to sink into the dirt a bit from his hard steps, leaving little craters behind, and he would have giggled if it wasn’t completely undignified. Crushy made his way further into the park, intentionally walking towards some of the teens and small families that had picnics out. He never walked along the towels or through the middle of their prepared meals, but if there was a plate set on the outskirts, a sandwich or something like that left unattended, he was more than happy to bring his toes or his sole or even his heel down on top of it. Every now and then, someone shouted at him, but he just passed it off with a wave and a smile. It never bothered him. Every time that he stepped on something particularly gooey, he would spend the next couple of steps grinding his heel and the ball of his foot into the grass, wiping it clean before he moved on. It was always needed, considering he liked his foot to be clean, if possible. He was well-experienced as a barefoot walker and crusher. He knew the difference between the mushrooms in the grass and the occasional swollen bug. Every time that he brought his foot down, he lingered for micro-seconds, letting the pressure of something breakable under his sole build up for a moment or two before he brought his foot crushing down, snuffing out the light of life for whatever it was. Squelch, crush, pfft. That was a mushroom, the head of it breaking down under the ball of his foot before he shoved it right into the earth, forcing it to poof out the spores from the underside and into the ground. Crunch, crack, squelch. That was a bug, one that had managed to get right under his heel before being obliterated by the pressure that came down from above. The gooey juices of the little thing spread along the underside of his foot, making their way up to the arch before he wiped them off. He never sought out particular targets in the grass, but he enjoyed every single one that he did find. They were familiar, too, particularly the ants that were near the center of the park. Crushy lingered there, walking along the pathways of the scavenging nest. His feet were firm enough to crush them with ease, and the paths were concrete rather than grass, so there was nowhere for the ants to go save for being squished beneath his large stompers. Crush, squelch, squish they went, smooshed into his flesh. Little black marks were left on the concrete, but he knew from experience that most of them would be left right against the bottom of his feet, and all the grinding in the world would rub them off onto the grass. [i]I am big, and you are small.[/i] It was nothing more than a flippant statement towards the bugs, but it was a fun one. He chuckled, walking along. For a split second, though, just as he was leaving the territory of the ants, he thought he stepped on something else. Something that he had never crushed before. Crushy paused, looking down at the ground, but there was nothing to see. Not in the dirt, not in the grass, not even along the bottom of his foot. He even peered among his toes, seeing if something had slipped between them, but nothing could be seen. Shrugging, the stallion made his way to the far side of the park, passing through a flower-bed and leaving large footprints among crushed petals as he did so. The undersides of his feet were wet with flower residue by the time that he found a good, comfy place to lie down, and he smiled, bending one leg back to let himself look at the underside. It was a graveyard of flora and fauna, the crushed bodies of ants and other bugs sticking to him until he wiped them off. Petals, grass clippings, and bits and pieces of mushrooms stuck to the bottom of his feet and toes, like little speckled decorations. Crushy chuckled, flicking the different bits of garbage off his soles, emptying the foot graveyard, before lying down on the grass. The sun beamed down on him, warming every exposed inch of skin, and that included the bottoms of his feet. He smiled, swishing his hips and head back and forth as he got comfortable on the grass. It was a silly sort of experience, he supposed, a silly thing to be enjoying so much, but he wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. The stallion pushed his feet up to a nearby rock, letting his heels rest on it as he pointed the undersides of his feet towards the sun. They were warming already, getting nice and toasty – “Hmm?” When Crushy suddenly felt a strange sort of tingle going through the undersides of his feet. He cocked his head to the side, opening one eye as he looked down at his stompers. When he looked at his feet, he realized that they were somehow…bigger. Like the warmth that they’d pulled in had just caused them to swell. And not just a little bit, either. When he’d put them up on the rock, his heels hadn’t been big enough to completely cover it. Now, the rock was not enough to support both his feet at once, one of them trying to slide right off one side of it. “What – oooh!” His voice jumped half an octave as he felt the tingle run through the rest of his body, nearly knocking his socks right off – metaphorically speaking, of course. He jumped, staring as the rock seemed to push itself a good few feet away. It took him a second to realize that, no, the rock hadn’t moved away. No, it was his head that had stretched further from it. Crushy jumped to his feet, only to feel the tingle hit him again, the warmth spreading from his feet to the rest of his body. Yelping, the stallion felt like he was being stretched, his head suddenly shooting upwards, his shoulders growing out, his arms and legs getting longer, and longer, and longer. He kept stretching upwards, his body moving out of his control and turning into something positively massive. His eyes went wide as he felt his arms stretch out over the tops of the trees around him, and more than that, his feet… His feet were spreading across the park, becoming less the size of, well, feet, and more the size of small carts, then the size of cars, and then the size of trucks. He kept growing, and growing, and growing, feeling the earth giving way beneath his feet, feeling the formerly solid ground cracking beneath his stompers without him even moving. Up and up and up he went, until finally, he loomed over everything in the park. The top of his head came near to the top of some of the apartment buildings in the vicinity, and his arms could probably reach at least midway up most of the skyscrapers, too. “Wooooow,” he said, giggling to himself despite all his attempts to keep that from leaving his mouth. “Wow, this is so coooool.” The stallion couldn’t help himself, lifting one of his massive feet. He heard the rumble of the wind he created as he moved, heard the way that it rustled through the trees like an impending storm. That… That only made him more excited. Somehow, his shorts had grown with him, leaving him quite well-covered, but his excitement at what he was able to do now only made him that much more eager to see what he could do with his feet. He wanted to see how strong they were now. Looking at the edge of the park, he could see that the cars parked there were more like roaches now than vehicles, and that meant that they were good for stomping. After all, anything that was that small needed to be crushed, didn’t it? He walked over to them, only needing one step to clear most of the park, and his toes came down on the front row of vehicles. The first smash down was as easy as it had been on the foal’s car earlier in the day. Easier, in some ways, considering he could just crush them without even thinking about aiming. His feet were so huge that it was more a matter of avoiding some of them to give him more stuff to crush than it was to hit the thing that he wanted. His toes pushed down, at first just gently enough to bruise the fronts of the cars, and then hard enough to start smashing plates, trunks, even windows with the sheer power of his size and feet. He watched as the cars shattered from the pressure from above, deliberately leaning back so he could see as much detail as possible. It was insane how easy it was, how the simple pressure of his toes – not even his foot, but his toes – was enough to break down such sturdy cars. It made his shaft throb all the harder in his shorts, and he swore that… Was he getting… Bigger? The stallion looked down, seeing his feet swelling again, spreading out, pushing the cars away from him. They were getting so big that the cars fit into the space between his toes, his body soaring upwards to keep the rest of him proportional. He stood over a number of apartment buildings now, and he could look down on the city as if it was nothing but a plaything. A plaything that belonged to him. There were low shrieks all around him, probably coming from other ponies and stallions and mares that were staring up at what he’d become and freaking out. He could just make them out, each and every one of them looking no bigger than the ants that he had squished during his walk across the park, and he grinned as the thought of what he could do to them filled his mind. Crushy took his first step, deliberately taking longer with it than he had to, holding it over their heads. He could see them running, trying to escape the shadow of his stride, knowing that they were doomed the moment that he brought his foot down. He let it linger for a few more seconds, and then even more slowly brought it down. It was like an alien spaceship that was coming in for a crash landing, his great and powerful sole slowly passing through the air. It was so big that it seemed to create its own little windstorm, carrying the gust and gales along with it. More than a few people were blown over, while the rest stumbled as they ran. There had to be at least a hundred different people beneath his foot when it finally came down. Crushy shivered, enjoying the squirming feeling of the people that were all over the bottom of his foot, feeling them dragging themselves along his sole, trying to pull themselves free of the great and mighty thing that was above them. He hesitated for a moment, almost as if he was considering whether to let them live. And then, he pushed down. SQUELCH! It was louder than any other time that he had crushed bugs beneath his feet, and he could feel every little pop and every little tremor of goo that was covering the bottom of his stomper. He moaned, his hand reaching down to his groin, rubbing over his crotch as his boner started to throb all the harder, pushing against the front of his shorts insistently and begging for more attention. The stallion lifted his foot, seeing the little black marks over the pavement, seeing the crushed cars that had, perhaps, given some of the equines down there a thought of survival. But there was nothing that they could do to survive what he could bring to bear against them. He was the mighty Crushy, and there was no getting away from him. The stallion turned his attention to the rest of the city. The buildings were all around him, feeling almost like they were penning him in. Maybe he should clear one of them out of the way, or see if he could climb one. He walked over to one of the thicker skyscrapers, thinking that maybe it might be able to hold his weight. He gripped it from either side, then pulled his foot back, holding it behind him before kicking forward. His toes crushed the glass in front of it, and then the concrete around them, and then the metal that was beneath the concrete. He heard the crashing of all the building materials getting knocked around, and felt the soft squishes of other people beneath his toes and the ball of his foot. Crushy tried to push down, seeing if he could push himself further up, but no sooner had he put his full weight on the foot inside of the building than the lower floors came crumbling down. The building itself snapped, the whole thing beneath the midpoint falling to the ground with screams of rending metal and powderized concrete. He held the upper half of the building in his hands, looking through windows that were smaller than the tips of his fingers at the equines inside. Shrugging, Crushy put the building down on the ground… And then stepped on it. Just laying the underside of his foot on the top of the building seemed to break everything that he came in contact with, ripping through the top of the building, cracking the windows, leaving footprint craters in the building itself. When he put any weight on it, at all, his foot started to break down through the concrete floors, through metal supports and who knew what other sorts of materials. His foot passed through at least a dozen floors from top to bottom, and he only stopped when he hit the asphalt of the streets, the support there enough to keep his foot from going any further. There was a part of him that wondered if he should feel bad, but why? Why feel bad for using his body the way that it was supposed to be used, at this size? Crushy took another step, walking over the demolished building, making his way down one of the main streets of the city. He looked down to see emergency vehicles coming towards the demolished structure, only for the fire trucks and the ambulances to come to a sudden stop as they saw him rounding the corner. Crushy imagined that there were many different people in the drivers’ seats, staring through the window at him and thinking that they were seeing something completely impossible. Well, they kinda were, so he couldn’t entirely blame them. He waved happily, and suddenly the cars started trying to turn around and go the other way. “Hey, you don’t have to run! I’ll come to you.” The stallion took a step, and several buildings bounced from the shockwaves of his powerful steps. His stompers were causing miniature earthquakes with every move, and as he swung his arms about, he accidentally took chunks out of every building that he passed. The roads were not wide enough for someone of his size. His every step was smashing and crushing and smooshing people beneath them, killing them in the majority of cases. There were enough wet pops against the bottom of his foot to tell him that he had probably killed off a few hundred already, and the bottoms of his feet would have been rather slick if he hadn’t been grinding them against the concrete with every step, grinding his heel, the ball of his foot, everything against the harder, more abrasive surface. Step, stomp, crunch. A lifted part of the road collapsed under his feet, almost throwing him off. He ended up jamming his toes against a dozen trucks, smashing them and their load of lumber into smithereens. It was a surprisingly dry impact, and he was just glad not to get splinters along his toes. Another step, stomp, squelch. He had stomped onto a gathering of people that were protesting outside of city hall, a large circle of red dots along the bottom of his foot, the people squelched into nothing but red paste. On the third step, Crushy had caught up with the emergency vehicle convoy. He smashed the first one beneath his toes by accident, since he couldn’t bring himself to a stop fast enough, and they seemed to scream beneath him. They were probably all sorts of scared by the giant around them, as bugs usually were. [i]Don’t know why they’re scared,[/i] he thought. [i]The other bugs never were.[/i] And after all, when you grew this big, you were supposed to go stomping around, supposed to crush things beneath your feet. It was why he did that all the time with toys and bugs. You just…stomped things smaller than you. He lifted the damaged fire truck that he’d kinda kicked, holding it up to get a good look at it. Various horses were clinging to the inside, trying not to fall out as he turned it this way and that. He held it to the light, then swung it through the air, almost like a child himself as he pretended it could fly. Laughing, he set it down on top of a nearby skyscraper, keeping it from falling over after balancing it a few times. Then he turned down to the rest of the emergency convoy. They were trapped between his feet, his stompers so big that they couldn’t drive over or around them. The vehicles themselves had been abandoned, with the people that had been driving or riding in them getting out and trying to climb over his big red feet. The horse giggled, lifting one of them up. “Well, aren’t you brave little bugs?” he said, holding his foot more than a hundred feet in the air. “Can you hang on tight enough to keep from falling?” He rather doubted it. They were already desperate enough, trying to hold on and keep from slipping off the sides of his stomper, trying to keep from sliding down between the toes and to the ground so many feet below. He wiggled his foot from side to side, feeling their tiny little hands digging in, grabbing at anything and everything that might offer them a handhold. If his feet had been rougher, in poorer condition, then maybe they might have been able to find a callus or some piece of rough, dead skin to hold onto. As it was, his stompers were perfect, and he could feel them sliding off his feet right from the start. Their little screams as they went flying were music to his ears, and he smiled as he felt his cock get bigger and bigger. Now that he thought about it, that could be another use for the small ones. He knelt down, looking for the remains of the protesters that had been outside of city hall. He saw them running away, and he blocked them with hands the size of houses. “Come here,” he said, his booming voice a storm that broke some windows around him. He gathered what had to be another hundred of them between his hands, and – after some finagling – he managed to push his pants open. His cock flopped forward, showing itself off, and he let the various little ones fall on him. They were seriously no bigger than ants to him, and their little bodies seemed so fragile as they fell and landed. Some – perhaps most – started squirming as soon as they hit his dick, while others were completely still. Maybe they’d squelched in the fall or something. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on with them, if he was completely honest. He shrugged it off, putting his attention more on the feeling of them squirming around the head of his cock. Crushy leaned back against one building, feeling his back and butt and tail crushing an imprint into it as he smiled, looking up at the sky again. The warmth of the sun was still making him feel good, though he didn’t think it was making him any bigger. The building behind him didn’t feel any smaller, and his feet weren’t sliding through the buildings or the trucks or anything around him anymore. He seemed to have reached his limits…for now, at least. And the people on his cock… “Mmm…” He bit his lips as he felt them squirming along the sides, running up towards the tip and then running back down towards the bottom. They were obviously freaking out, trying to figure out what they should be doing, but they couldn’t get away from him. To jump off his cock would sentence them to death. At least by running around and holding on they would have a little bit longer to live. At least, those that weren’t near the head. He groaned as he felt some of them desperately clinging to the tip of his shaft, some of them being rolled over by the rolling pre-cum that was starting to drip from his erection. His massive cock stood taller than any flag-pole in the city, and the flow of arousal from the tip was more like a river than it was a little stream. “Mmmph…nnngh….” Crushy tried to let them do the work, but despite putting so many of the little bug-sized people along his cock, they weren’t doing enough. They were too small, too little for him to get the stimulation that he needed to go over the edge. So, the stallion decided to give them a hand. He grabbed his cock at the base, his hand squishing a good dozen of them into red goo without even trying. He squeezed it, running his hand up and down the shaft, feeling it running over more and more of the little bugs, squishing them beneath his fingers. Every now and then, he would feel someone running between his toes on the ground, and he would squish them too, his toes scrunching together and giving a sudden burst of arousal when he felt them crush and squelch and squish beneath his digits. They were feeding him with his need, making his cock throb all the harder as they pushed him harder, and harder. “Mmmph…yes…hot…so hot…” Crushy wasn’t sure if he was more turned on by what he was doing or what he had become. The whole idea of being this huge, massive stallion, someone that towered over an entire city and could crush people without even trying was…hot. Hot as hell. He was hot as hell. He slumped further back against the building, lifting one of his feet from the ground. The underside of his stomper was completely saturated with blood and who knew what else, some of it rubbed off during the walk but more of it ground in. It was a mark of his power and size, a mark of what he had done to the city. It was part of what made him so hot…and he loved it. Crushy leaned in, kissing the underside of his foot as he stroked his cock all the harder, groaning as he felt his orgasm coming closer and closer, knowing that it was going to be a big one and knowing that it would probably flood the street below. If anyone was still down there, they’d probably drown. The thought only made him harder. Eventually, the horse could not hold back and he came, hard, his seed splashing up like a geyser from the middle of the city. It went above all the other buildings, splashing almost into the clouds before coming down with a hard smack on the pavement. In some places, it cracked through the ground, in others, it ran like a river. He stood in the middle of it, his arms sprawled out to either side, enjoying the warmth of his afterglow. The heat of pleasure was almost as nice as the heat of the sun, and he lazily picked up his other foot and kissed it along the arch. Didn’t want the pair to get greedy of the attention he gave them. # In orbit around the planet, a small fleet of alien vessels watched the destruction. Ever since the alarm had gone off of one of their craft being stepped on, they’d tuned in to see what the reactions of the life forms down below would be. Obviously, the fuel containers for the ship had shattered, spreading the unstable energies in the batteries into the life form that had destroyed the ship. They had expected him to spontaneously combust, rather like what had happened on other planets when people had crushed their ships, but that was not the case. They watched in shock and awe as the life form in question grew to giant size, destroying much of a city before giving into his own base needs. When the flood came and he maintained his size, it was mutually agreed among the fleet to move on and seek better chances on another planet. They turned their backs on it, knowing that the stallion stood a good chance of growing even bigger under the sunlit power of this solar system. Powered by the sun as he seemed to be, he could possibly grow to double his current size. Or worse, bigger still. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]