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Candice was amused by her toy. No more than the size of a mouse the tiny woman stood in her palm, terrified. Terrified of Candice. She brought her hand closer to her face and let her breath wash over the frightened mouse as she smiled like a cat who got the cream and whispered sweetly, “Don’t worry poppet, you’re safe with me. I look after my toys.” Candice felt a shudder of ecstasy run down her spine to her loins as she looked down past the woman in her hand to the city below. This little bitch was the size of an apartment block, and here she was, cupped in her palm. The feeling of power was making her giddy, and wet. She could close her fingers into a fist and break a giant in two. Think of what she could do to this city, to this world. Her other hand drifted down between her legs, and her fingers gently started to massage her snatch. “I’ve got a special place for you my little sweetheart. You’re going to make me feel soooo good.”

Candice did think she recognised the mouse. She was one of the geeks who came to her bar after they finished working at the research labs across the road. Everyone has thought they were rocket scientists, but it turns out they were working on something with much more earthly applications. The explosion had happened as Candice was in the parking lot on a smoke break. When she came too she had spotted this little mouse staggering too close to her, within reach anyway, and had grabbed her. What a rush to hold a giant in your palm in a world of ants. She would address the ants and their city soon, but first she had a pussy to feed.