As the cooler weather sets in, my mind turns to comfy and cozy size thoughts. Sleepy mornings in the warm embrace of someone many times my size, hot tub sized cups of spiced cider, and the comfort of thick, woolen sweaters.
He fought against her kiss, but it was already too late. His head was small enough to fit in her palm, and his legs even dangled as she held him, even as he tried in vain to push her away with failing arms. Once much taller than her, he now couldn't escape her draining embrace.
Titania stood at the standard four meters of a Titan-mod. Her victim, however, was only one-eighty and had stepped into her ring anyway. Taking him down had only taken seconds, and with his face turning purple between her thighs, she took her time in actually ending the match.
It would have been the easiest thing for her to avoid the fleeing car. Instead she let her foot fall slightly faster, catching the entire car underfoot. With a smile she felt the bright yellow Porsche crumple and flatten, looking over her shoulder to see the crater that remained.
"Keep trying..." she mused. "Remember what happens if you fail." She'd always known what the outcome would be. Dozens had failed and met the same fate, crushed under her bare foot. She could feel his legs begin to buckle even as his tiny hands pressed desperately into her sole.
The idiot has landed! It's me, I'm the idiot.