Cleaning up
"Hi, Mr.
Clarke!"
"Bianca! You know it is Professor Doctor Clarke", the man said
with a stern voice and his appearance left little doubt that he was exactly
that. He was lean and small, wearing glasses and although he seemed to be just
around 40 his hair was already grey. Bianca thought that he sure was no
womanizer and had seen no other choice than becoming a bookman.
She was quite the opposite. The beautiful girl was in her early twenties
and could've been an otherworldly beauty - but wasn't. She wasn't simply
because she had a lack of decency and most of all because she was a complete
Bimbo in the true sense of the meaning. Chewing and bubbling her gum it seemed
as if her skull was as empty as the gum bubbles and when she was chewing one would
rather ask a cow for some math results than her. But she made up for it with a
body and a dress style that could get even a scientist into the madhouse. The
simple recipe was a well formed pair of big and firm boobs, a slim waist, nice
hips and beautiful legs. She was a bit too small to become the ultimate super
model at 5 foot 5 but she never complained. There were always men like the
professor who would pay a nice sum of money for simple jobs and she had quickly
found out that a saucy outfit was very helpful with that. Other girls would've
complained that men ignored their beautiful faces and stare at their tits all
the time but Bianca just didn't care which was her main attribute. Of course
she did care about her beauty. She wore her black hair in a stylish bun, wore a
sweet make up while doing a cleaning job and spent a notable amount of many to
get perfectly gelled nails.
The professor was by far not what she desired to find in a man. So she
was quite indifferent about the lustful stares he threw at her ample breasts.
She presented them in a white wraparound top that presented her huge breasts in
an almost obscene way. Of course she wore no bra and didn't mind her nipples to
be strikingly visible as big bumps. Even more visible were her areola as her
beyond risqué neckline simply left them partially visible.
That kind of revealing top was an eye catcher that could easily prevent
a male from noticing her navel piercing with the big, false crystal. The thing
was just unable to sparkle as much as her heavy breasts.
Beneath the bare midriff she wore a skirt which was almost as revealing as the
blouse. It was cut so short that her ass cheeks were visible from knee height
and below. But if a man fell for her he would've rather stared up in surprise
at her barely covered privates. A man like the professor however faked to be
decent and stared at her feet. A pair of black flip-flops was enough for the
job as a house cleaner and besides she knew that the professor also seemed to
have a thing for her smooth bare feet with the long, French pedicured gel
nails. An ankle chain with a few small silver gadgets completed the outfit.
The only accessory - or was it indeed a tool needed for work - was a
feather duster. She had bought the one that looked best. It had also been
expensive and the vendor had talked some weird stuff about electrostatics and
dust magnet but Bianca had simply ignored and forgotten what he's said. The
thing looked OK with her outfit and she'd taken it.
Now her flip-flops slapped loudly against her soles as she crossed the
professor's living room with slow, sluggish steps. Chewing on her gum the noise
was in competition with the one of distorted music from her ear plugs. Starting
to dust off the things on the shelves she looked back at the professor from
time to time until he felt too awkward around her. When he was finally talking
to her she was taking her time to pull out at least one plug. But she heard
just enough. "...leaving... meeting... the door behind You..." was
all she needed to know and he noticed. With a shrug he left.
Bianca couldn't get any slower with what she was doing. But now the
flippant girl started to open the drawers and cupboards feigning to dust of the
contents. But what she saw was just as boring as she knew the professor to be.
Papers, silverware, remote controls, calculators. Maybe she'd hoped to find
some porn or condoms but she was just too much of a ditz to realise that each
of her weekly visits was more than enough porn for the unworldly professor.
Instead she wondered how boring his life had to be without a wife and only his
strange scientific devices.
When she was halfway done with that part of the room her lazy steps
could be heard again as her flip-flops slapped towards the desk but now much
more lively. With the professor gone her motions got faster as she started to
dance happily across the room. Whatever she was dusting off she was just
dancing past it without a care for her skirt flapping up or her breasts
giggling and swinging with her amazing moves. To her this was the perfect dance
for her perfect self.
But after a while the dance for her own glory got boring. With a sigh
she plopped down on the sofa and grabbed the remote. Her flip-flops tumbled
down and sprawled on the sofa she zapped some time without finding anything of
interest. Getting up again she watched her feet through the glass table as she
wriggled her toes under the straps of her flip-flops. She had left some humid
footprints on the shiny surface. For a moment she pondered if she could get
through with it but realized it was too much even for the professor. So she
shrugged and walked over to the bathroom to get a towel. Amused she grinned at
the traces of her sweat when she thought about the professor towelling off with
the smell of her feet. It was more than he deserved to get from her, she
thought.
Returning the towel to the bathroom she looked at the shower. "Why
not?", she thought. Her feet weren't the only thing that got sweaty from
her dance. In no time she was naked and entered the shower. The much more time
passed before she was ready to leave it.
She was just as slow with the towel and enjoyed the gentle touch of the
expensive fabric as she lifted her astonishing breasts with it. After that
three minutes passed before her enormous cleavage was presented by her
wrap-around top in all its lewd glory. She might have taken just as much time
with her skirt if there hadn't been a dull sound she knew all too well. With
all her lazy attitude it seemed impossible that she could act so fast. Her
skirt rode up her legs and she jammed her feet into her flip-flops. Grabbing
the duster she rushed for the sink and turned on the water feigning that she
was just washing her hands.
"Bianca?" Her heart was beating fast when she heard her
employer's voice coming closer. She was fumbling to get the in-ear's in
position.
"Bianca!" her startled turn around when she saw him in the
mirror was absolutely authentic. Having noticed that she was still sans panty
she stared at the professor who'd returned much sooner than she thought.
"Serves you right!", the Professor muttered. "I'm back
and You wouldn't hear it with these things in You ears! Are You done with my
desk?"
"Oh... just a moment, professor, I'll head over there at
once." She almost pushed him out of the bathroom to keep him from seeing
the skimpy little piece of thong on the floor in front of the shower. It was
small enough to be overlooked but just too neon red to remain undetected.
Luckily for her the professor fell for her sudden sense of duty and turned around
to get out of the way. Faster than anyone though she could be, including
herself, Bianca took a step towards the shower, bent down to pick up the thong
and didn't even notice that her micro skirt gave a porno style presentation of
her bare pussy between her firm ass cheeks to the backside of the unsuspecting
professor.
Following him to the study room she was eager to clean his desk. The
professor stood in the middle of the room shaking his head but was unable to
sort his thoughts as his eyes and thoughts were captivated by Bianca's enormous
bouncing boobs. Maybe he'd never been more man than in this moment when he saw
them jiggle and bounce without the slightest trace of implants becoming
visible. Bianca however was nervously brushing across the different devices in
the shelves. But as she was rushing through the room that didn't change her
careless attitude. Switches flipped, levers got pushed this way and that and as
she grabbed one strange looking apparatus before it could tumble off the
shelves she felt some buttons click underneath her fingers and heard a soft
crackle of static electricity coming from the duster.
The professor's mouth dropped open when there was an enormous, plopping
noise and then the breaking crash of the device falling on the floor. The
girl's hand that had been preventing it's fall just a moment ago was now gone.
And not only the hand was. The whole girl was.
From Bianca's point of view it was not her who had disappeared but
instead her surroundings and the professor had. She let out a startled yelp
that was followed by a second when another surge of static electricity ran
across her skin.
The thousands who looked up at the mighty cloud of smoke that appeared
so suddenly in the blue sky above them were far from realizing how fateful this
moment was in the history of their planet. Of course the cloud looked alarming
but people rather thought of a volcanic eruption and expected to hear about it
in the news.
They were correct that the cloud was relatively harmless. But they
couldn't expect what happened next.
They heard a cough. A girl's cough. Every one could hear it including
those within a building. But only a few of them saw what happened as everything
happened so fast.
Out of the cloud stumbled a sexy woman. Young and dressed in a very revealing
way. Instinctively male eyes tried to check out the size of her breasts and for
many of them their enormous expanse was the last they ever really saw.
People who were not that enthralled by her erotic aura saw her stumbling
forward. Her foot that was clad in a black flip-flop shot forward. Her toes
were sprawled and overhanging the edge of the black foam rubber. The white
edges of the French pedicure gel nails was visible. But the most disturbing
thing about it was the enormous tread on it's bottom. People who looked up to
it saw enormous pieces of dirt stuck to the tread and mangled flat by a
crushing weight. Some green tissue had been pulped in some places. Obviously
remains of plants. Giant plants that had been ground up under a much bigger shoe
that belonged to a giantess of unfathomable size. And the shoe was inevitably
stepping into a whole city. Less than half a second later it touched the
ground.
The size of the flip-flop was barely fitting into the city. As it was
one and a half mile long and more than half a mile wide many smaller cities
could've disappeared beneath it without a trace. In the blink of an eye
countless neighborhoods got pressed flat beneath the rear part of the flip
flop. Then the midriff rushed down and squashed a mixture of commercials, flat
blocks and some industry while heel of the flip-flop was already sinking into
the compressing ground. The tip of the flip-flop slapped down with more speed
and hit the downtown district with a few high-rise buildings like a giant fly swatter.
Buildings dissolved into rubble and shards and these were then blasted to the
sides like dust by the displaced air. When the gigantic wall of black foam
rubber was completely on the ground the gust of wreckage heavy air pelted and
literally sand blasted the parts of the city that were not caught underneath.
The giant toes lowered almost slowly and when they settled on the insole the
city was in fact wiped out from the planet's surface. What remained was either
blown into the atmosphere or brutally compressed under the cheap footwear as it
settled into a 300 foot deep imprint.
"Whoa!" thundered a female voice with a volume that was almost
as destructive as her foot. Then she was fully out of the cloud and placed her
other foot with the same careless attitude on a small hill. The result was just
as destructive as the whole mountain got squashed under her foot but as it was
an unsettled area the victims were only a few hikers, hunters and a beautiful
part of nature that got buried.
Bianca shook her head and tried to get her bearings. She was unaware of
the fact that adjusting the stance of her right foot was wiping out the last
survivors of the city she had just turned into a footprint. The young woman was
looking around in astonishment. The professor's machine had spewed her out in
an unknown place. The fact that it had been the machine and that she had been
transported had jet to sink in but she had already realized that this was the
only possible explanation for the sudden change of environment.
Instinctively she turned around to see what was behind her. Just a
casual movement and if asked she couldn't have told how many steps she needed
to do this. But the inhabitants of the planet - at least those who could watch
- watched in horror that she trampled the ground beneath her with three more
uncaring steps.
"What the fuck", her godly voice thundered the common wording
for the general question she had.
She was out in the open. That much was clear. But unlike any place she
knew there was simply no landscape. The ground looked flat as a floor - but
there were no walls. It was coloured like a sunlit carpet - and there was in
fact a sun in the sky above her. On second look she saw that the ground was
bumpy. The further she looked down the more she realized that it seemed as if
she was standing within a super realistic version of a Google map and it was
even more strange to watch herself wriggling her toes within this unbelievable
scenario.
To get a closer look of just that she got down on her knees and leaned
forward until she was on all fours. The scenario remained the same and got more
and more detailed the closer she got. Tiny roads were winding in the valleys
between small hills. In some places there were grey patches around the roads.
It dawned on her but she wouldn't yet name it. Ever closer she got as she
lowered her face and when her nose was almost touching the ground she saw the
tiny dots of cars moving down the roads and she saw that the tiny, tiny
structures within the grey patches were indeed buildings. Family homes that
were smaller than a pinhead were arranged in typical neighbourhoods and only a
few buildings were larger than that. But it was hard to believe that beneath
her face was a small city. Looking ahead however there was an even larger specimen
and from her low angle she saw the final proof. Skyscrapers. Barely half an
inch tall but clearly skyscrapers with their sparkling facades and different
shapes. She was crouched down within a microscopic landscape. The thin moss
around her elbows was actually a vast forest. It felt soft like dry sand. So
soft that it hadn't really occurred to her that her breasts were on the ground.
Lifting them from the small bumps they'd left were they rested she saw the grey
spot of a town that had gotten two dimensional except for just a few lucky
neighbourhoods and as she inspected the white fabric of her top she was a
little upset to see a perfect replica of the flattened portion on the proud
curvature of her right breast. With an annoyed snort she sat up and brushed it
off.
But the remains of a few hundred houses, trees, gardens, the liquefied
tarmac of the roads, the squished cars that had spewed oil and fuel and as a
small part within the mess the tiny human bodies that had popped and squirted
their blood into the mighty fabric couldn't be just brushed off. With a grunt
Bianca reached behind her and unclasped the top. Unwrapping it from her chest
she spread it out and inspected the stain without a care for the millions who
saw her naked breasts bobbing up and down before their firm curves had formed
two perfect pear shapes that protruded almost a mile from her chest. Millions
stood in flabbergasted silence and stared up to them. And most of them were so
distracted by the godly appearance of these mountains that they never noticed
the blatant display of a naked pussy underneath the black skirt.
With a shrug she dropped the stained top where she stood. Looking at the
ground at her feet she wanted to see a bit more of this strange place and
started to walk. She didn't think about it as anything special. After all she
walked all day. The only difference was the strange ground. She swayed when a
mountain suddenly gave in and almost squirted apart like mud under her
flip-flop. In another place the ground was softer and her flip-flop sunk
completely but at least the compressed ground didn't spoil her shoe and
trickled off immediately. She didn't mind stepping on cities. She didn't really
hunt for them but if they got underfoot she saw no reason to avoid it. For some
time she felt as if she was on vacation in a strange land. The sun warmed her
bare legs and her naked breasts and she took a deep breath of the fresh air.
Looking down she came past snow covered mountains and some knee high clouds.
Cities were everywhere and sometimes she squatted down over the more definite
band of a larger road to see the multitude of tiny vehicles moving on it. With
a grin she reached down and crushed her long, shiny fingernail into it. She
could even see some tiny cars racing into the white polished gel surface where
they burst into little sparks. Withdrawing her finger she sensuously put it
into her mouth and sucked it clean but tasted nothing.
Getting up again she suddenly had a strange feeling. She couldn't really
put a finger on it until she felt a pleasant sensation from her labia. Raising
an eyebrow she looked down at her lewd skirt and then started to pull up the
fabric. She had almost forgotten that she'd left her thong in the professor's
bathroom. Her wrinkled labia were sticking out between her outer lips. And even
though her clean shaven skin was all silky and smooth it took some time until
she noticed the tiny dots that swarmed the area. She couldn't tell what kind of
planes they used but she shook her head about their bold attack. Tiny sparks
glittered all across her crotch and those that hit the sensitive skin of her
labia were responsible for the unmotivated pleasure she had noticed. Following
their motions she saw them coming and going from a medium sized city nearby.
She sighed. Reaching behind her she pulled the duster from the elastic band of
her skirt and stepped up to the city. The sudden warmth she felt in her crotch
as the unsuspecting warriors got overcome by her motion and peppered the area
with a pleasant tingle produced a smile on her face.
"Little pervs!", she commented with a grin before she simply
bend down and dusted off their little city with a few annihilating swipes of
her duster. It looked funny and that was all what she felt when she simply
turned the city into dust with the enormous tool. Within two seconds a
spreading dust cloud was all that was left and she was almost sorry for
stopping the lewd attack on her privates.
But she shrugged it off easily. After all she was here by accident and
had nothing to do until the professor would return her back to work. So she
felt that it was spare time, turned up the volume of her player and started to
walk about with dancing steps.
It was a vision of fire and ice. Her naked boobs swayed in the rhythm
and demonstrated their heavy, voluptuous forms. Women looked in envy as they
bounced and bumped with a perfect set of nipples hardening in the cool breeze.
her micro skirt was flying up and down revealing her firm butt cheeks and
allowing more light to reach her already fully revealed pussy. Her long,
slender legs moved with grace despite their mind boggling length and her feet
with those glistening French pedicured nails were put on perfect display within
the black flip-flops. But of course that vision was only what people saw who watched
her on the screen or passing by in a distance.
The closer she was however the more horrific she appeared. Earthquakes
accompanied each careless, dancing step. The landscape was changed forever by
her heedless footfalls. Mountains couldn't take her weight and crumbled, foot
hills simply disappeared as they were flattened like a bit of mud. Lakes got
splashed and the water returned into the giant footprints with the rugged tread
of her flip-flops on the bottom.
Watching her advance was paralyzing even the most hardboiled minds. Too
helpless they were at the sight of these feet and the colossal body above. They
had to look up to her toes up on the elevated plain of foam rubber when she was
still a step away. Less than half a second they got to fear and realise before
the titanic flip-flop would come over them, blot out the sky and then their
existence. The few who survived, blown out from underneath by displaced air or
simply by luck under the canopy of her overhanging toes with their long,
protruding toenails, were usually madmen for the rest of their sorry lives.
Like that she moved across the landscape. Step by step she wiped out
cities and unsettled landscape just alike. But the longer she danced the more
dangerous she got. Cities attracted her attention until they disappeared under
her gigantic feet. Some were done with a step, others received a twist of her
foot and the biggest once were either left behind with a giant footprint where
the high-rises had been or sometimes trampled completely with some hip swinging
and ass shaking over them.
Terrible minutes passed. Millions could perish with a single footstep
and at her colossal size there was absolutely no place where she could put
those feet without taking at least about a hundred lives. There were so many
places and things she didn't even notice. A small village with the beautiful
church in the middle - old the trees had grown over the houses and hid them
under a green cover. The church itself was just a bigger grain of sand to her.
The 80 foot steeple just one tenth of an inch high, not as high as the white
edge of her toenails was wide. The whole place disappeared casually where her
pinkie toe pressed the flip-flops edge into the ground.
But finally her dance got closer and closer towards a metropolis of
astonishing size. An expanse of urbanity spread across the ground wider and
longer than she was tall. Countless flocks of skyscrapers sprouted from it.
Hills were covered, lakes had been surrounded and it was still growing out into
the green landscape with satellite towns and sprouting new neighbourhoods of
tiny homes at the edge. This urban jewel, a thriving hive of microscopic
humanity, was at her feet when the song in her ears ended.
"Uuuh", she thundered with a gleaming smile, pulled out her
ear plugs and got down into a squat just at the edge of the place.
Millions held their breath at the sight. Bending forward slightly her
breasts swung forward and put their overwhelming size even more on display. But
if the almost invisibly small inhabitants had hoped for her to be impressed by
the size and beauty of their city their hopes got shattered after less than
fifteen seconds.
The giantess rose swiftly to her full size of roughly ten miles and
slowly stretched out her right left. With a grin she stepped down in the middle
of the city. The crunch she felt underfoot was rather from the cracking bedrock
and not in the least from the thin carpet of family homes she flattened. Slowly
her other foot followed and obliterated even more of the once so proud metropolis.
But of course this was only the beginning. With ear piercing noises the
giantess started to wriggle her right foot out of her flip-flop. The giant
footwear was shoved to and fro and bulldozed neighbourhood after neighbourhood
of feeble urbanity. With her foot finally parting from the sole she put it
forward and pointed her toes down. Her big toe was a thousand foot wide and
more than 1500 foot long. It's curved shape was slowly coming down and met a
small hill. Dozens of family homes flattened unfelt and the hill got a mighty
dent. For a moment it seemed to resist but then it got obvious that the
giantess had just paused to enjoy the feeling. Her grin widened as she gently
pushed her toe into the little mound. Cracks spread through it and within a second
it crumbled apart under the pressure exerted by just her big toe. Pushing
forward the big toe bulldozed a giant valley with a curved bottom into the
landscape. People were ground up within the compacting debris of their houses
as the 800 foot high toe dragged them under. Twenty foot wide friction ridges
came over them and people tried to get into the ten foot wide gaps between
them. But the toe was so fast that no one had the chance to react. Tiny bodies
were thrown about and either popped and squished or seemed to be lucky to be
forced into the ridges. But their luck was cut short when dirt and debris got
also wedged into the place and squished those as well.
To Bianca all this was just some gentle play. She was digging up the
dirt with her big toe and made a nice trench. Then she patted the area with the
ball of her foot until it was all flat and even again. Taking half a step
forward she got close to a flock of skyscrapers. It was an about palm sized
area that was filled with them but only a few of them were built to the height
of her big toe. Most of them were smaller. Once again she lifted her right foot
and the people feared the worst. They were right to. Curling up her big toe she
lowered it and cruelly pushed the nail of her big toe into the multitude of
skyscrapers. Like a gigantic bulldozer it scrapped across the ground and
shattered more than a dozen skyscrapers with a move that seemed slow and
playful to the giantess but was brutally powerful and inescapably fast to the
tiny population.
The remains of the skyscrapers piled up as a tiny heap in front of her
toenail. She left it were it was and retracted her foot. Not to give a break to
the tortured survivors but to repeat the same misdeed.
Watching the ground Bianca felt reminded of her childhood. She had loved
to play with the ant hive in the backyard. Though she had never managed to wipe
them out she had loved to dominate them. She had usually counted the flattened
bodies stuck to her feet. The population in this place was too small to be
counted and beyond imagination in number. But it was still fun to squish them
without the slightest exertion on her part. Playfully she hovered her toes
above the skyscrapers and then playfully curled them up as if trying to grip
the tiny structures. She giggled when they were ground to dust with barely a
crunch.
After that she gently touched the bigger ones among the tiny skyscrapers
with the tip of her big toe. But what was a gentle touch to her had
catastrophic results for the poor buildings. The long toenail penetrated
through steel beams as if they were made of butter. Together with the layer of
gel varnish the toenail was fifty foot thick. Like a battering ram it scrunched
up three stories at once and compacted offices, cubicles and walls regardless
if it was squeezing out just air or the remains of pulped workers. When the tip
of her big toe touched the facades the skyscraper was usually already gutted.
The elevator shafts had been severed by the giant toenail and the upper part of
the building would lean over and fall onto the toenail in a heap of beams and
concrete with a funny cloud of paper confetti in the air. Shielded from
destruction by the toenail the lower half would meet the unbearable pressure
from the advancing skin. The glass facade dissolved and people stared in terror
at the friction ridges of the impenetrable skin. Some did a desperate jump
forward and tried to cling to it while the floors crumpled away as the giant
toe dented the skyscraper.
To Bianca it was just an act of boredom. She crushed her toenail into
the skyscraper, caused the top part to crumple onto her toenail and began to
press her toe into the soft structures of the remaining part. In no time she
felt it give in and her big toe would push over and crush its neighbors when
she flattened the remaining part of the building under the tip of her big toe.
Like variations of a theme she repeated the process with other skyscrapers.
Some were gutted out with her long toenail. Others were simply pressed flat by
her big toe as if to demonstrate that she could simply do even this. But this,
too, got more and more boring.
Putting her pointed foot down she made a sweeping motion as if she
wanted to clean the area - which was in fact what she had in mind. Nothing
could withstand this simple motion and left behind was bare bedrock. Wriggling
her toes she was a little annoyed of the dust she gathered between them. But
she still had the duster in her hand and worked across the cityscape until she
had cleared out a nice place for her to sit.
What little life was left there hidden in bunkers or basement shelters
met it's doom when her skirt rode up and her firm and sexy ass settled down.
The bedrock produced a roar of breaking layers of rock as it was forced into
the familiar shape of an ass imprint. Not even military bunkers could withstand
that kind of pressure and were crushed and compacted into a rock of
unprecedented density and hardness.
Putting her ear plugs back in she closed her eyes and listened to her
music again. The professor would sure retrieve her within a minute, right?
Like that she sat in the sun and enjoyed the break from everything. She
nodded gently to the beat and her heavy, naked breasts swayed slightly.
But the tiny civilization was not yet defeated. They didn't want to
disappear without making a point. Mighty guns got in position. Tanks cleared
the roads for troops and within just a few minutes a barrage began that was of
unprecedented intensity on the planet. Heavy mortars howled grenades of several
tons into the only soft target they could reach. Their goal was to shoot the
most sensitive skin in range. Her labia.
The order had been given and sounded simple. The biggest cunt on the
planet was boldly displayed for everyone to see. The mile long crack from her
butt hole to her clit ended about half a mile above the ground. Just in range
for those heaviest mortars. What they were facing however was a pair of smooth,
clean shaven outer lips that formed a gigantic camel toe without even the
slightest bit of her pink labia sticking out. Still they tried their best to
hit the mighty valley between the rubbery lips hoping to pierce deep enough
between them to cause her pain.
Meanwhile bombers arrived above her. With daring maneuvers the pilots
dived down into a half circle that got them past her face and steered them
clear of the storm gusts she produced while breathing. Over her nipples they
unloaded their ordnance. Bunker busters, concrete piercing projectiles and
whatever kind of explosive they thought they could drop on her. Soon her pink
skin was covered with tiny puffs of smoke. Sometimes a lucky score would go off
in one of her milk ducts and produce a mushroom cloud that was growing almost
horizontal.
But whatever they did it was like throwing peas at a concrete wall.
Several squadrons of bombers got lost when she took a deep breath that caused
her left breast to roll a bit and point up some more. The poor pilots screamed
in vain before they smashed into the mountain sized breast.
Five minutes went by like this and the giantess didn't even open an eye
to find out what was going on. Eight minutes, ten and then thirteen. A
thunderous moan produced vibrations and pressure waves in the air that brought
down more planes. The giant eyes opened and a humongous hand pulled out one and
then the other ear plug. Then both arms reached behind her. Her boobs shot up
and turned three dozen more bombers into dancing little sparks on her breasts.
The giantess was leaning back. Her elbows came down in already devastated area.
Her back, her shoulders and her head would not. About a million victims cried
in unison. But the were granted a small extension of their lives when suddenly
her elbows got crushed into the ground. Her giant butt rose from the impression
it had produced. Adjusting her position she simply pushed herself a bit forward
before she sat down and then laid on her back.
It was doom for hundreds of guns or tanks and thousands of troops. The
giant butt came over them without granting them a moment to flee. The giant
pussy they had been shooting at was suddenly upon them and then they popped and
splattered on her perfect ass cheek.
Finally the giantess stretched out her legs and ground up hundreds of
thousands more under her feet that ploughed through the city. And as she'd come
to rest like this her innocent eyes closed again.
Several miles of ass shifting and coming down on thousands of troops was
far beyond anything ever trained by even the toughest leathernecks of the tiny
military. Minutes passed before several generals had managed to re establish
command over the dissolving troops.
Facing a threat like this and having lost so many brave soldiers it was
an act of heroism but also an act of despair to keep up the barrage. Reserves
got into position and even more grenades and bombs were aimed at her most
sensitive areas. And like with most desperate actions they didn't know what
they were doing.
With her music turned off Bianca was more sensitive for her
surroundings. Something she couldn't really put a finger on was happening. She
didn't really know what it was until she felt the urge to touch her nipples.
Why were they hard? And the sudden itching between her legs - was that also an
accident?
But Bianca couldn't care less for whatever reason she was getting hot.
She sighed in arousal and her fingers became willing workers to push the right
buttons.
The poor air squadrons were completely helpless when the giant hands
appeared over their target areas. Unnoticed they were swatted out of the air or
forced into crash landings all over the giant body. Those who lived through the
incident of hitting her body didn't have much time to bewail their injuries or
cheer at their survival as her body was suddenly very active. Hands moved about
and caressed acres of skin. Mountain sized boobs rolled over and back again as
her mighty arms pushed them to and fro. A crippled bomber was going down on the
wet carpet of girl cum that was suddenly visible between her swelling labia.
The natural lubrication served better than any foam carpet on an airport. Still
their luck was short as a giant index finger smeared them into the labia just a
second later.
The young giantess could be seen biting her lips as she got more and
more horny. Craving sighs and short, cooing gasps brought down planes with
their volume and the gusts caused by her panting hurled the attacking planes
out of control and they went down all over her body.
With the wetness between her legs becoming audible Bianca felt the
familiar stretching of her breasts. She knew she was more than well-equipped
and always thought that it was marvelous how they swelled even bigger when she
was formidably aroused. But looking at her big melons she got suddenly aware of
the scenery beyond her pretty cleavage. Up to then she had thought nothing of
it. What she had seen as a tiny nation of ants was indeed much more. Staring at
the tiny landscape she suddenly saw not just bumps in the ground but mountains.
The tiny bits of fog she'd sometimes met at knee height were clouds. Those
tiny, winding lines were roads with real vehicles on them. Power lines
connected the cities and around those skyscrapers that suddenly looked so real
live people! Not just microbes but people. A feeling of she had never
experienced manifested into a pleasant tingle all over her body. It was a
feeling of power. She was big. She was enormous! And she loved that it wasn't
just a thought for all of a sudden she had realized that all this was real.
They were so small that they couldn't give anything to her and they
couldn't expect her to care. But when she looked at her breasts and saw the
background of the tiny landscape she felt a certain thrill. For seconds she
couldn't put a finger on it. It was more a feeling than a thought. But the
longer she saw her breasts, her mountainous breasts towering above them the
more aroused she got from the thought how much bigger she was to them. She
didn't just dwarf all their wives and lovers. She was overwhelming to them.
Each breast was indeed as big as a mountain and outclassed all the billions of
tits below her to microscopic flakes of tissue. Her eyes widened with the
thought and she rubbed harder between her legs when she let out a loud moan and
squeezed her breasts between her arms.
To her it was just a show and she was still unaware of the tiny airmen
who suddenly got caught in the mountain shifting motion of her breasts. Many of
them died quick but others suffered a long, tumbling fall down the slopes of
her breasts before they splattered or got squished between them.
But the seductive show she presented with her bare breasts and her
scandalously revealed sex underneath her micro skirt was no longer enough for
her. She knew they were looking. But she wanted them to feel her.
Her motions were no longer just aiming to pleasure herself. Her slow
motions revealed how much she wanted to be seen and how much she craved for
more pleasure. Sitting up she looked down between her legs. She hadn't noticed
before but now that her pussy was in the shadow of her thigh she saw the tiny
flashes.
"Yes," she whispered, "more please!"
Looking down she tried to figure out where they were located. Handsome
soldiers who were the first who had the bravery to care about her needs. Her
lips pouted and she slowly jiggled her breasts while she smacked a kiss down on
them.
"Uh-huh", she cooed while she started to squeeze her breasts
for them, "shoot Your loads at my craving cunt, boys!"
Leaning more forward she tried to bring her pussy closer to them without
smearing them. Her breasts jutted out some more and she lost sight of her
crotch behind them. Looking at them she pondered what would happen if the
professor would choose just this moment to bring her back. But with the thought
that she would love to tease him while he would never get her she didn't spent
any more thoughts on him. Instead she was looking down on the metropolis around
her. Her unheeding actions had left many bare spots but as it was really big
she found so much of it was still left to play. Leaning more forward she
suddenly got on all fours. Her ass rose and she asked herself if there were any
pilots willing to delve into her expectantly presented cunt.
"Boys," she cooed and gently swayed her hips, "you must
help a poor, horny girl. Please come and play with me." Throwing a more
than seductive glance behind her she reached out and slapped her ass with one
hand. Then she returned her eyes to the ground and tried to notice even the
smallest detail about the cityscape that suddenly found itself under the double
moons of her slowly sinking breasts.
The ground felt soft and warm under her boobs when she felt it with the
curved bottom of her fun bags. There was a barely perceptible but still very
sexy sensation of tiny things giving in to the slightest touch of her breasts.
With each second hundreds of houses were crushed flat and Bianca felt an
ecstatic rush of power and lust come over her. It felt so good to be wicked to
this insignificant bugs. She loved to let her heavy breasts squelch all these
tiny things. She knew that her breasts spread out much faster than any of the
tiny cars could move and she wanted it that way. They had to succumb to her
feminine curves and she particularly enjoyed the moments when her nipples
stirred up little puffs of dust as they slumped into the multitude of tiny
homes. Then the weight of her breasts pressed their swollen form deep into the
bedrock.
Bianca moaned lustfully. The fingers of her right hand found a way to
rub her clit and caress her snatch. She felt thick drops of girl juices coming
out of her and savored each moment when an enormous load of her fragrant cream
dribbled down into the city like an unprecedented kind of bomb.
Thinking about the poor people who would simply drown within a simple
girl's cum as they were too weak to free themselves from the creamy stuff
amused her and she started to giggle. Her exorbitant sauciness seemed to be the
trigger for the gathered forces of her victims. In unison they started to fire
their weapons. At first Bianca didn't notice but when she started to drag her
breasts to and fro across the doomed city she noticed the tiny sparks of
ineffective explosions on her well formed breasts. Her eyes widened and on a
whim she lifted her breasts and tried to position her nipples to receive the
best part of the pounding. She couldn't tell if she really felt the explosions
or if it was just her arousal and the knowledge that all they could throw up at
her was just pleasing her tender nipples instead of repelling her. Her laughter
caused them to jiggle and sway and Bianca struggled to move forward without
removing her hand from her sex. Fresh parts of the city got under her swinging
boobs and were ground up and pressed into the bottom of the huge depressions
her heavy breasts left behind.
Finally she found a place where the barrage aimed at her left nipple was
extremely dense. She held her breath as she took aim and her pendulous boob
needed a few seconds to come to rest. The firing intensified all of a sudden
and Bianca loved the thought of these desperate soldiers holding their ground
in a desperate attempt to inflict at least the slightest bit of an unpleasant
feeling. But they achieved the exact opposite. The giantess stopped giggling
and started to moan and gasp out her lust. Then she simply dabbed the ground
with her left nipple.
It was a weapon the military had never faced. A nipple four hundred foot
wide and five hundred foot long was coming at them. Those who got into the way
just saw the pink colossus growing ever larger before it got dark around them.
All the tanks and hardened vehicles were useless against her. As the metal was
pressed flat like tin foil they squished no later than their infantry comrades
outside and those could at least say that they had the better view.
The ground shuddered when the nipple crushed a fifty foot deep sinkhole
into the area. But the troop concentration was spread across an even larger
area. For a moment the survivors feared that her breast would come down, too
and leave them without the smallest chance. When the breast was lifted up they
even hoped that she thought they were done for. But instead she was just
lifting it to place another dab into their midst. They could even hear her
giggle as she wiped out their armed forces with ease.
And as if to prolong their torture and fear of her nipple they had to
watch the giantess lifting up her mountain sized breast towards her mouth. With
boobs like these she had no difficulty to taste the remains of her victims with
her own tongue. And of course Bianca wasn't disappointed to taste nothing. She
did it just for the show and because she wanted to examine at least a few
flattened vehicles stuck to her nipple when she'd lift it again. But she also
wanted her nipple to become fully erect. So she gently bit down on it and
sucked it to full attention before she allowed it to slip out and caused her
boobs to slap heavily against each other. Glistening wet the nipple returned to
the tiny army and the sparks of their continued firing glistened on the wetness
on every wrinkle of the giant nipple.
She pretended to feel the greatest joy on earth when she once again
allowed her nipple to crush and sink into the helpless congregation of tiny
victims. Feeling it penetrate the bedrock she could no longer hold back and
giggled about being so lewd to them. Once again she lifted her breast and
flicked her nipple and when she did it a third time she let out another lewd
moan that was so intense that one couldn't tell how much of it was really
faked. When she did however she simply allowed her whole breasts settle down
with its full weight and it rolled and spread over an area that was much larger
than the troop concentration. With a dreadful crunch her boobs pressed the
typical double imprint into the landscape. But Bianca was far from done. Loving
what she could do to them she simply started to crawl forward and dragged her
heavy breasts across the already badly damaged city. Spread on the ground each
breast reached a mile in diameter and could crush and grind a square mile in no
time.
At first she felt rather playful doing this. The whole thing was rather
a salacious tease she did to display her voluptuous body. That was until she
suddenly came across another flock of skyscrapers. Not that she had missed to
notice them before. But now she saw them up close just before they were
bulldozed flat under her advancing boobs. The sight however stirred up some
thoughts. Houses that were smaller than pinheads and cars that were close to
microbes had been too insignificant to get her thoughts going. The skyscrapers
however were big enough to be recognized as what they were.
Bianca slowed down and finally sat up. The huge cityscape around her had
been decimated to a chaotic and corrugated area with footprints, tracks of her
boobs as well as her hands and knees. Dust and smoke covered many parts while
others had simply been pressed too hard to burn. But this wasn't the only city.
With a sudden desire Bianca stood and forgot to aim her flip-flops at
smaller cities on her way to another big one she saw just a few steps away. That,
of course, didn't save a number of them from being embedded completely into her
gigantic footprints.
When she got where she wanted to be she left out any formalities. She
hummed and licked her lips at the sight and simply got down on all fours with
the skyscrapers beneath her face. Like her flip-flops she also ignored her
breasts. The destruction they wreaked was barely noticed. All her attention was
on the tiny skyscrapers below. Carefully she lowered her face to eye one of
them from as close as possible.
It was one of the sparkling kind. Blue mirrored windows and a complex
form with several terraced stages. With her eye as close as possible she closed
in with her index finger. The glass looked flimsy like glitter when it was
crushed by the edge of her fingernail. Several floors got visible when her
fingernail ripped out a chunk of the tiny thing. Small dots fell from the
tumbling floors. They were office furniture and maybe also the tiny men who'd
been in there when the enormous giantess had chosen their city and their
building to play with.
She hadn't noticed the warm wetness that kept seeping out of her aroused
pussy until it met her swollen clit. Her play should've been some naughty fun.
But now she noticed that the tiny thing in front of her made her horny.
That tiny thing in front of her was a skyscraper. The biggest construction
humans were capable of. A phallic symbol in its proud height. Sturdy walls,
concrete and heavy metal beams. Yet it was so small and flimsy in front of her.
And she was so powerful. So much bigger and already so wet.
Withdrawing her head but never taking her eyes off the skyscrapers
Bianca licked across the ground seductively. Flat blocks and smaller buildings
dissolved on her tongue like ice cream.
"I want you inside of me, boys", she whispered astonished
about her own idea. Once again she licked across the city just like she would
lick a lover. The taste was strange but as she did she felt a strange kind of
arousal. How would it feel? Something so small and yet so big? Or rather
something big that was yet so small to her? Her eyes fixated the skyscrapers.
She wanted to know.
With a husky breathe she straightened her arms. Her breasts became
pendulous and she saw them sway gently in the corner of the eye while she kept
looking at the skyscrapers. Barely an arms length from her face they looked
even smaller and she felt even greater. Slowly she moved forward on all fours.
Her breasts passed over her toys just before her shadow darkened the area. Her
hand flattened suburbial neighborhoods as she moved on. It looked strange to
see her enormous fingernails against the tiny roads and the barely discernable
homes. Even her fingernails where enormous and with the thick gel coating they
looked and in fact where massive.
Looking down at her prey once again she wasn't really surprised to see a
thick drop of cream falling into the city. She had always been a wet one and
this kind of arousal was making her flow over with lust. A dreamy smile
appeared on her face as she watched the thick glob falling down like a bomb. An
area the size of a large neighborhood was buried beneath that avalanche of
lust. But the girl cum didn't stay there. It spread out and drowned more and
more tiny homes under it's thick masses and Bianca imagined how her cum would
blow in doors and windows before the house would simply be flattened under the
weight of the thick cream. Thoughts like these were not likely to decrease the
flow of her juices. Biting her lip she felt that she wanted some more
stimulation before she took the big buildings and nothing on the planet could
keep her from getting it. She didn't have to lower much before her ample
breasts touched the ground and produced a beautiful tingle as Bianca dragged
them across still unharmed urbanity. Once, twice and even a third time she
rubbed them across the tiny landscape before she saw the droplets of cum
getting closer to her prey. It was time to concentrate on what she thought
would be the best part.
Unable to prolong her lush foreplay she wriggled her hips in position
and targeted her wet and swollen womanhood at the skyscrapers.
Reaching down past her breasts she used to fingers to spread herself
while she rubbed her palm against her clit. Then her wet cunt met the
skyscrapers. The result was catastrophic in several ways. Bianca had spread her
giant pussylips but only slightly opened her vaginal entrance. So she shuddered
with pleasure when her labia crushed most of the skyscrapers with an incredible
sensation. Three skyscrapers however where slid into the abyss. But one was
ground up against the inner folds of her pussy and dissolved with not enough
friction to cause the sensation expected by the giantess. The other two went
smoothly in and got smeared and flooded with her natural lubrication. But as
they weren't even pencil thin they, too couldn't meet Bianca's expectations.
And when her crotch pressed her fingers into the soft ground she instinctively
tried to reach the desired feeling. The mightiest beams of steel and the
heaviest concrete walls were no match against the craving contraction of her
love muscles. Bianca moaned loudly in surprise when she felt the precious
sensation of tiny things crunching within her sensitive pussy but just a second
later she realized that she had simply used up the best part of the city within
no time.
"Awww...", she made in despair and started to finger her clit
while she was grinding her hips against the already flattened ground. This
wasn't enough. She needed more!
Grinding her pussy against the ground that was now slick with her own
wetness she felt sorry to get up again. But her own fingers and the smoothed
ground was not what she wanted to feel. So she stood and as she stepped off the
quickly consumed metropolis her flip-flop clad foot left a last deadly mark in
the outmost suburbs. All other places had been ground, crushed and smeared
under her butt, her breasts, the shoving shins, her arms and of course her
hands and feet.
Towns and smaller cities were contemptuously flattened under the
enormous soles as she strode forward. No survivors from those that disappeared
completely with just one step. Like that her ponderous steps closed in on the
next big one.
Bianca took no notice of the outspread suburbs. To her that was merely a
thin layer of insignificant construction. Her flip-flops left some perfect
imprints of their tread before she stood in front of downtown.
But not for long. She was craving for release and knew that she couldn't
do without the kick. But this time she had a better idea. She squatted down on
her heels and then sat back with square miles of suburbs beneath her smooth
ass. With the downtown skyscrapers framed by her thighs she could barely hold
back. Grinding her ass across the city she inched closer until the skyscrapers
were dominated by her gigantic cunt.
Maybe the panicked people expected her to roll her giant sex over them and
finish them within a few seconds. But Bianca knew how to get more from them.
With pointed fingers she reached down and grabbed a skyscraper. The facade
suffered from the pressure but the structure underneath took the pressure. With
an evil crunch the skyscraper was broken off its foundation. Then a brutal
wrench tore off the last screaming steel beams before the skyscraper was
lifted. It trailed a rain of dropping bodies as it was swept up and turned
vertical. Her other hand helped to part the wet and swollen pussylips and in it
went.
Just as expected even the softest sensation triggered a twitch of her
love muscles. The skyscraper wasn't even hugged but it was lurched up and down
with the heaving pussy. Bianca sighed voluptuously as she continued to insert
it. But she didn't get too far. The next contraction was a real one. Her pussy
was trying to grab its counterpart. It was an involuntary action, maybe just a
welcoming hug. But the skyscraper was not built to withstand these forces. The
poor thing was suddenly embraced by dripping wet pussy walls. Love juice was
gushing inside through the bursting windows just before the tender skin met the
mighty steel beams of the building's skeleton. It was as if the giant cunt was
joyfully munching it. The tiny building collapsed and was immediately flattened
within the groping cunt of the giantess.
"Uh", she commented huskily but was already plucking the next
one from her supply. As it went in there were only slight traces of a grey
smear visible in the slimy wetness of Bianca's horny love grotto. This one got
further in, almost an inch wide before the giant snatch tried to snatch it. It
feared no better than its predecessor and was mangled and then ground into a
smear within her flowing juices. A third one was unscrupulously plucked and
inserted but when her pussy did the same trick again Bianca didn't try to avoid
it. Instead she squeezed hard. And it worked out. The fourth skyscraper went
completely in and then some further. Pushing it deeper with her index finger
she felt it just in the right place. Bianca closed her eyes to concentrate.
Then she did her trick with the building and raised the bottom of her wet cave
against the poor toy. The building was heaved against the roof of her pussy and
caused an unbelievable sensation when she slowly crushed it into her G-Spot.
She managed to prolong the crushing to one and a half seconds before she once
again had used up a whole skyscraper for a short moment of lust.
"More please", she sighed and opened her eyes to pick the next
toy. It was a long one, the biggest in town with a pointed roof. This one was
only halfway inserted and Bianca tried to suck it in with her pussy tricks.
"Hot", she moaned when several stories of the building
disappeared into her. Looking down she was about to pick the next one from the
tiny city - but without any transition the city disappeared and she stared at
the legs of the professor.
She yelped and wasn't sure if he was, too. At first he stared wide eyed
at her exposed pussy. Then he seemed to notice what stuck inside. A chocked
sound came from his mouth and Bianca's cunt responded to the disturbance with a
powerful contraction. Her love muscles flattened the already inserted part of
the building and produced a wet sound.
Something within the professor was crushed along with it. Staring at the
remaining stub of the building as it slowly slid down within the thick flow of
Bianca's honey the professor slumped to the ground, too.
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