It’s really hard to actually measure how big I can get, mostly because I have never tried to grow as big as I could. It, uh, scares me. Embarrassing I know, but I’m not always a terrifying, rampaging monster. Sometimes I just want to be around the tiny people, be really gentle with them, and get to know them a little.

I mean, that doesn’t mean I DON’T like to break stuff.

It’s really a thrill to see the ground quake and shake when I walk around. Not that I can actually feel that, but I have seen things fall over when I step down, and I know that’s because they get all wobbly, so obviously I must be causing it. On top of that, when I see that my paws leave really deep craters, especially when I’m at my upper limits, it makes me…giddy. This world has been around for billions of years, shaping and forming itself all that time, and I just take a lazy walk and change the world all on my own.

It’s honestly a power trip, but I digress.

But I’m kinda a softie at heart. I like to be big because it makes me feel strong and important, but I don’t use it to be destructive…normally. And when I do, sometimes there is someone there to snap me out of it.

Like the one time I really got big, much bigger than I had been in a long while. I came upon a couple cities and I just kinda wanted to let loose a little. A couple stomps here, some stomps there, it was really cathartic.

I had had a bad week. The army tried to fight me again, the nerve!

Anyway, so I’m stomping around, tiny folks fleeing from me, little cars and such trying to speed away, the usual tiny folks reactions. I could barely see them, they all seemed like dots, but the buildings were my targets. I could stomp the smaller ones two, maybe three, at a time under one paw, but the bigger ones crumbled with a satisfying crunch. Almost like boxes.

So all was going well, when I suddenly heard a voice (Being a dog, I do have pretty good hearing, after all). So I look down and see that it’s actually an old friend of mine. We used to hang out a lot when we were younger, so it was kinda surprising to see them. But it wasn’t as fun when I realized they were scolding me.

It was kinda upsetting that I angered them. Apparently, they STILL didn’t like me getting big and going on rampages. I don’t like seeing my friends upset, so I just kinda stood there and let them vent, tapping my fingers and rubbing my paws together.

Afterwards, he made me apologize to the city, and told me to take him home. I guess he had some kind of conference, but it was cancelled when I stomped the building into the ground. Whoops.

I’ll be honest, it’s kinda hard to be really big around all these tiny folks, but at least they are quick to forgive. As long as I keep myself under control, that is.

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Hey, I made an OC/fursona. I’m still not sure which he is tbh.

I call him Wubs (Wubbles, as a cute nickname). He’s a golden retriever macro and has trouble with not being a rampaging monster. He just wants to be friendly with all the tiny people, but sometimes he gets a little carried away and accidentally destroys stuff anyway. Then there are times when he just wants to destroy stuff anyway. When he gets like that, he’s tough to stop, but a close friend or family member are able to snap him out of it. He doesn’t like making them mad, so it usually calms him down, followed by a little sadness bc of his actions, followed by friendly pup again.

He’s normally big, a base minimum size of 100 feet, but when he wants, he can reach up to a mile in size. He doesn’t get that big because the collateral is too much for his heart to handle. And when he does go on rampages, it isn’t fun (sometimes, not always).

I liked making this and I felt a little connection. He likes to be big, destroy stuff, but also be nice. I like big, like seeing stuff get destroyed by big anthros, and also like kind, big anthros. Hopefully I can make more of Wubs in the future