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Once again, you take a moment to admire your godly body, looking over its contours. It appears that using your powers has spread a white glow across the entirety of your form, and you admire it for a long moment:

Your wings are given a blue that is the same as Quill, with tips of white. The front of your body is accented in blue, aside from parts of your chest and legs where the feathers are colored white, as well as the tips of your beak. You are glorious, a new person.

You can still taste the micros you swallowed a few minutes ago--they're finishing the journey through your digestive system, reaching your intestines and traveling to your anus. But instead of needing to shit them out, you can feel the material absorbing inside your body, and turning the micros' remains into energy. Now you feel stronger than ever, renewed by your living food--and it feels great.

That was a fun time, traveling here and having fun with the micros. You want to travel again--go somewhere else different and new. And you know just the way to do it.

You crouch down, getting in a running position, pumping your feet up and down as your eagerness escapes as energy. Then . . . go! You bolt forward.

You're running fast through the woods, the sandals on your feet glowing with an evanescent light. As you run, a blue portal appears in front of you, a few feet away. Gathering all your energy, you dive through the portal.

For a long moment, you're surrounded by glowing, beautiful blue, swirling and dancing all around you. Then you're spit up on the other side, and do a smooth landing on the ground, squashing trees underneath your feet and toes.

You sense a world not unlike your own, bustling with anthros and tiny cities. At least, it wouldn't be if the place where you landed wasn't so isolated in the woods. There is a large crowd of micros below you though. You look down below and see the micros, standing there staring at you. You smirk--you have a great idea.

You slowly raise your foot and take off your sandal. They're damp from all the running you've been doing, dripping with sweat and dirt from the ground below.

Then, you bring your foot down on the micros. You imagine what they're seeing right now: a massive, blue appendage, sweaty and moist, caked lightly in dirt and grime from the ground. Above that appendage is four toes, wiggling as they descend downward toward the living beings, the claws on top of them dirty and ready to dig into the micros below. Your clawed toes are calloused and tough thanks to your former years working the land (not to mention they're naturally firm thanks to your avian nature) as is your heel, the final part of your foot. It is rough and bulbous, the last part of your beautiful appendage, and the toughest one you know. Even if micros manage to escape the front of your foot, the heel will find and destroy them, squishing them underneath its stony, weather-beaten surface.

Then your foot lands. A satisfying /stomp/ rings out across the land as your toes crash onto some of the micros, moving between and on the small bodies as their life forces fade out of existence. You see it happen, as small souls sail up from their miniscule forms and toward the clouds, far above you. Maybe Quill can see them pass by him.

But some of them have managed to run and are moving away in one large clump. Good. That makes it easier.

You bring down your heel down on the remainder of the micros. The tough, round end of your foot makes a perfect landing, and squashes the remaining life out of the crowd of micros, causing more souls to fly up to the sky. Serves them right for being out in woods like this anyway.

"Let me try!", the bird god chirps above you. "That looked fun!"

You watch as the massive god walk forward, and shows off his feet: they are smooth, silky smooth, and look extremely soft. The smell that comes off them is sweaty, a stream of musk whose aroma wafts up to your nose.

He brings down the foot, and you shrink down to take the micro perspective: that smooth appendage slowly advances down toward you, letting off a steam of foot smells as it comes down. Unlike yours, Quill's foot is rather clean and nice--perhaps the god has perfected getting dirt off his soles, after doing this for so long.

The foot comes down slowly toward the second group of micros, the sweaty appendage lowering like a crane down on them. They all scream and start trying to flee, running in all directions away from the approaching foot. But they're too small to get anywhere far, and Quill's foot is too big /not/ to stomp on them.

When Quill's foot hits the ground, it hits the micros, but it also causes a shockwave that erupts across the land, knocking down nearby trees and shaking the leaves in others. The micros are squished beneath the other god's heel, and that ends the life of all the micros present.

Or does it?

You raise your feathered hands, and they start to glow yellow, matching your eyes. The micros start glowing too, and before you two know it, they're back to normal, standing up from the ground looking confused, but otherwise fine.

"Healing, huh Justin?" Quill laughs. "Looks like thanks to you, we can have a bit more fun. Do the honors and have the first stomp, will you?" You nod and grow up to Quill's size--this time, you want to get the full experience.

You take the sandal off your other, newly massive foot, and toss it aside into the trees. Then you slowly lift your foot and bring it down. Some of the micros are looking up and pointing at the giant block of blue coming down at them. The sight is beautiful to see: a sweaty, pungent-smelling foot, descending from the sky and onto the regenerated micros below. It comes slowly toward them, sweat dripping off it as it goes, the droplets landing like massive raindrops and drowning some micros on contact. And when the foot finally lands, it is /amazing/.

It hits the ground with a massive /boom! /, like an earthquake tremor hitting the forest floor, only this one is a massive rectangle with four giant squares attached to it. It causes shockwaves when it lands, making the earth shake and the ground tremble when the foot makes contact with it at last. The micros underneath it are killed again, instantly, as Quill's bulbous toes squash their miniscule forms, and then retreat back into the sky.

"One more time! With both of us!" Quill says cheerfully. "Grow up to my level!"

You nod and use your powers to get up to Quill's height, far up into the sky. He smiles at you and looks down at the micros. Your eyes glow as you heal them again, and both of you grin.

Then you both lift your sweaty, squishing-ready feet, and go down again.

You love this. Seeing the two of your bird feet descending on the micros below, watching sweat drip off them and smelling musk steaming up from them is fantastic. You watch in glee as both of your bird feet slowly go downward toward the tiny bodies: your clawed toes, calloused feet, and rough heels.

Then you land.

The /STOMP! / you two make is louder than ever. Trees collapse on impact; plants are uprooted by the tremors. The people below try to run, but when you come together, it's no use--the two of you squash all the micros at once, killing them instantly under your heels and beneath your toes.

You turn to Quill, who is smiling. "Well, that was fun!" the bird god chirps, clapping his hands together.

"What fun shall we have next, Justin? Actually, wait--I know just the thing."

You turn to him. "How about we travel to my world?" Quill suggests. "Continue the fun there?"

You nod. "That sounds great! Lead the way."

Quill raises his hands. A blue light comes out of it, shining like the sun--perhaps even brighter! When it fades, a portal is there, it's swirling color the same as Quill's feathers. The other god looks down at you with a grin. "Well, Justin. Shall we?"

You nod and watch as Quill casually steps inside the massive portal, disappearing from view. You take a deep breath and run into the portal, diving inside the mass of blue before you.

For a long moment, you're swirling in space, stuck inside a huge universe of turning and spinning. You feel tiny here, and when you're spit out on the other side, you had to catch your breath. When you finally recover and stand up, you see that everything is glowing. Your eyes had to take a moment to adjust to the shining lights around you. When you finally do adjust, you see you're standing on a material that looks like clouds, if clouds were light purple and stuck to the ground. The surface ahead of you seems to go on forever--it seems infinite in its scope and length.

"Heads up!"

Quill's voice booms above--far, /far/ above, you realize. How small are you here?

Your question is answered when you see a shadow looming over you, and you turn around. Quill's foot is hovering over you, and you realize you're not even as tall as his toe--you're nanoscopic, smaller than you've ever been.

"Think I'll give you a taste of what those micros had to go through," Quill says teasingly. "Come on--I know you like it."

Without waiting for an answer, his foot slowly comes down toward you. You stare at it as it descends, in awe of its beauty. The foot looks soft to the touch, like a pillow, and now that you're up close, you can really smell the musk coming from it. It's a peculiar scent, earthy like dirt, but there's something fresh about it, something holy about the smell. Perhaps this is what a god smells like, you think, when he's about to stomp on you.

You examine his foot even further. The three toes, which is where most of the smell is coming from, are wiggling as they descend, the claws shining exquisitely in the glowing universe. The heel looks rough like yours from all the walking and stomping the gods does, but at the same time, it too looks soft, gentle, like a cushion.

And then, impact! The foot lands on your immortal body, crushing it gently at first, then harder as more weight comes down from the sky. You go from standing to flat on the ground in no time at all, and you are barely given space to breathe or move as the foot presses down on your tiny body.

Then, finally, it lifts, mercifully giving you space to breathe and move again. Suddenly, you go from blackness to blinding in the span of a few seconds, as the light returns to your eyes. You had to take a moment to adjust again, and when you do, the foot is still hovering over you. Thankfully, it decides to move now.

As the foot moves, you see the face of your friend: Quill is crouching now, grinning down at you.

"Felt good, Justin?" he teases, watching you stand as you heal your body.

"Yeah," you tell him, smiling. "It did." You want to ask if he can do it again but hold back your desires when you see Quill start to speak.

"I know a few others around here who could use a stomping like that," the bird says, smirking and looking in the distance.

"Want to find them with me?"