"Dariant Takes a Stroll"
Part Three
The sun shone down on the towering form of Dariant as he glanced about the street before him. Most people had ran from him, a few dared to look out their windows as his nearly seven foot long feet strode past their buildings at ground level or as his over four foot cock swayed between his legs at higher elevations. He could see the lights in the distance before he ever heard the sirens wailing toward him. Oh good, more cops to play with, he thought to himself.
It amazed him how bold they could be though. Hadn't they caught on to the things he'd already done and at a smaller size no less? No matter. He planted his feet firmly to the ground and waited their arrival. The lead squad cars stopped about an eighth of a mile down the road from him. He could sense around him that the streets were growing quieter, likely they were evacuating the area. Sensible, he supposed, but pointless. Behind the squad cars a few SWAT vehicles rolled up and took position. An officer stepped out of the lead car, holding his little megaphone. A few other brave souls opened their doors and took up defensive positions behind them.
"You, there." The megaphone hadn't really been necessary, giants could in fact hear people just fine, even at titan sizes. And the manner in which he had been addressed seemed insulting in a way. "We've come to arrest you... on suspicion of murder and um... indecency... aww hell, we can't have a naked giant rampaging through New York. Now are you going to come willingly to a..." The tiny man turned and whispered to someone in the car, then addressed the giant once more. "To a holding area. Well, are you going to cooperate?"
Dariant smirked down at the tiny, uniformed action figures. How cute they were, thinking they had power over him. His left hand gripped the top of a lower building as he settled down onto his ass, extending his feet outward towards the uniformed pests. "I don't know, officer, my feet are kind of sore from walking around the city all morning. Maybe you guys could help me out and give 'em a good rub. Then I could walk to wherever it is I need to go in comfort. Unless you got some shoes that will fit me?"
Part Three
The sun shone down on the towering form of Dariant as he glanced about the street before him. Most people had ran from him, a few dared to look out their windows as his nearly seven foot long feet strode past their buildings at ground level or as his over four foot cock swayed between his legs at higher elevations. He could see the lights in the distance before he ever heard the sirens wailing toward him. Oh good, more cops to play with, he thought to himself.
It amazed him how bold they could be though. Hadn't they caught on to the things he'd already done and at a smaller size no less? No matter. He planted his feet firmly to the ground and waited their arrival. The lead squad cars stopped about an eighth of a mile down the road from him. He could sense around him that the streets were growing quieter, likely they were evacuating the area. Sensible, he supposed, but pointless. Behind the squad cars a few SWAT vehicles rolled up and took position. An officer stepped out of the lead car, holding his little megaphone. A few other brave souls opened their doors and took up defensive positions behind them.
"You, there." The megaphone hadn't really been necessary, giants could in fact hear people just fine, even at titan sizes. And the manner in which he had been addressed seemed insulting in a way. "We've come to arrest you... on suspicion of murder and um... indecency... aww hell, we can't have a naked giant rampaging through New York. Now are you going to come willingly to a..." The tiny man turned and whispered to someone in the car, then addressed the giant once more. "To a holding area. Well, are you going to cooperate?"
Dariant smirked down at the tiny, uniformed action figures. How cute they were, thinking they had power over him. His left hand gripped the top of a lower building as he settled down onto his ass, extending his feet outward towards the uniformed pests. "I don't know, officer, my feet are kind of sore from walking around the city all morning. Maybe you guys could help me out and give 'em a good rub. Then I could walk to wherever it is I need to go in comfort. Unless you got some shoes that will fit me?"