Rain pattered on the sunroof and window, heavy and incessant. It sounded throughout the house, closing its inhabitants in a curtain of sound and coziness. There was rarely a better time for their lustful inhibitions to run rampant; both girls were home from work, stuck inside, and very, very into each other. Naomi held her breath, watching as dim candlelight illuminated her redheaded fiancé. Lorelei Dougherty rose above her, all toned figure and seductive poise, and gently wrapped the cold chain that connected Naomi's neck to her control around her arm. Naomi felt a tightness in her throat; the best kind, the one of slow asphyxiation as caused by Lorelei. Her eyes fluttered shut, and Lorelei watched the little dark-skinned, adorable girl slip into subspace.

“Goddess,” Naomi breathed, her fingers sporadically closing around the couch's edges. “Please talk to m-me?”

Lorelei cooed, a purring sound that left Naomi frozen, wet and trembling all at once. Soft, dark red curls draped across Naomi's smooth skin as the redhead delicately kissed a path up her bare waist. Naomi wore very little; just a pair of nylons that her Goddess loved, and a collar – leather, black and custom-fit to her neck, with a silver ring that hung cold against her body, a constant reminder of whose she was. Words were branded into the leather, curling around its surface in a smooth, wavy pattern. They read as thus:

My place is under Her, where She sees fit to put me; to work or pain, to toil or agony – collared, owned, loved. If Found, Return to L.V. Dougherty.

“Talk to you...” Lorelei barely whispered, her breath echoing in Naomi's ear. She stopped her kissing at the nape of her neck, avoiding the ears as Naomi had asked her to do once upon a time, an exception in her total dominance that she did not betray. “Talk to about what, Little Naomi?”

Naomi squirmed and blushed at the request. “A-About you...on top of the world. As Queen, as Goddess truly, a-as...as...” She struggled to force herself to say the words.

“As Mega Lorelei?” The redhead asked with a sultry grin. Naomi blushed and nodded slowly. Lorelei growled a bit and lowered her face to stare directly into her sub's eyes. “I will do this for you...but afterward, I'm putting your tongue to work, little girl.”

“Y-yes ma'am, anything you say, Goddess,” Naomi chirped. She wriggled in anticipation as Lorelei drew forth a long purple vibrator and slid it inside her pet. Naomi squirmed delicately and trembled as Lorelei moved behind her, setting Naomi's head in her lap and gently playing with the girl's hair and neck. Naomi purred, closing her eyes to imagine the fantasy. “Fuck, you're so good to me...”

“Shh,” Lorelei spoke. “Where shall I begin, mm?”

Naomi let out a soft moan as the vibrator began working on her in tandem with Lorelei's own wandering fingers. “Here...i-in this house, in this city...”

Lorelei growled and imagined it herself, her red lips curling into a power-drunk smirk. “As you wish...”

*** *** ***

“So,” Naomi began, looking up at Lorelei. “You know that I can shrink people...but...did you know that I reserve the differential?” She said, her eyes widening in lustful hope.

“You'll have to explain that in terms that perhaps don't sound like what you're suggesting,” Lorelei purred, leaning close to her lover. “Are you perhaps suggesting you can make me larger?”

“Oh, y-yes. Much, much larger.” Naomi mumbled, her eyes glazing over for lust of the image.

“Do it,” Lorelei purred, closing her eyes and biting her lip. Her painted nails curled into the couch and Naomi's leg as she trembled in anticipation. Naomi closed her eyes herself, focusing her mind and her power, and so let loose every drop of power she had accumulated over the years. Lorelei gasped; warmth and energy filled her, illuminating her as though a flashlight were shined from within. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped, buckling forward. Naomi stammered and dropped onto the floor, backpedaling on all fours as Lorelei began to grow.

The redhead squirmed and gasped, and then practically moaned. Her normally lithe and toned frame expanded slowly, tearing apart what little clothing she was still wearing almost instantaneously. Lorelei rose her moans to the ceiling as power thrummed through her, her crimson curls spilling over her chest as she let her ponytail out. Naomi gasped and stared, her eyes wider than ever as her twenty-foot tall Goddess brushed the ceiling. Lorelei glanced downward, her cold eyes alive with fire and passion.

“Oh by the Gods on High,” Naomi moaned, her eyes traveling over Lorelei's every exaggerated curve. “You l-look...you look...”

“You haven't seen anything yet,” Lorelei breathed, her voice dripping with lust. She reached down and pinned Naomi down with a single hand, smirking as she dropped her long, enormous foot onto her little love. Naomi moaned exquisitely and showered the wrinkly sole with her tongue. Lorelei's lips curled into a sinister grin, and after a few dragged out moments of dominance over her dark-skinned paramour, stepped away, leaving Naomi coated in sweat and panting hungrily. “How do I get bigger...hm...”

“Oh, oh. L-let...let me try...” Naomi moaned. She crawled over to Lorelei, standing and leaving kisses along the redhead's massive leg. Lorelei purred contently, pushing Naomi into her pale leg with a loud, purring moan. Naomi showered the girl with kisses, and soon, Lorelei was moaning again as her body began expanding. With a thunderous crack, the ceiling broke, and Naomi clapped her hands over her mouth. “Oh my Gods! Lorelei!” She trembled.

“Relax, Little Naomi,” Lorelei practically moaned, growling a bit as she pushed one long arm against her roof. “I daresay I'll be breaking a lot more than this ceiling.”

“Y-yeah...b-but...man, I probably should have grown you outside...” Naomi whimpered.

“Nah,” Lorelei said, crouching and wincing as the living room tried to contain her still-expanding bulk. “I've always wanted to do this. Ready?” She grinned down at her little lover, eyes glittering with the taste of pure power.

“Yeaahh...” Naomi said, blushing a bit and prodding the enormous girl with her comparatively tiny foot. “Do it.”

Lorelei closed her eyes, concentrated, and bit her ruby-red lip hard. Another loud crack rained debris upon the room and Naomi, and Lorelei grew fast. With a grunt and a moan, Lorelei burst out of the roof into the night, the soft cold air kissing her pale, gorgeous body. She looked around, standing at fifty feet. Lorelei trembled; her whole body felt electric, thrumming with dangerous power demanding to be unleashed. She was gloriously naked, curvacious, flawless, and unstoppable. Cowering between her gigantic feet was Naomi, who was looking up at her as though she was truly a Goddess.

“Oh...wow.” Naomi moaned. “Please, Goddess Lorelei, my perfect love...p-pick me up?”

“Tell you what,” Lorelei said, smiling across the street at a group of people who stared, dumbstruck at the appearance of the titanic redhead, and then bending down to curl her long fingers around Naomi, “I'll do you one better.”

Naomi melted. For this, it was a proper realization of all her darkest fantasies; she lay in Lorelei's hand, literally a puppet to the whims of this gorgeous redhead. It was all she had ever wanted, to be owned without question by a loving, all-powerful woman. Lorelei waved her other hand at Naomi, and suddenly, the girl was caught in the center of a crystal. Lorelei's eyes glittered in surprise, and Naomi quickly realized that she had been captured in the center of an enormous version of Lorelei's peridot necklace.

“How...how'd you do that?!” Naomi said, her voice dripping with passion. She apparently had voice and oxygen, despite being sealed in the inside of the gem.

“I dunno,” Lorelei said, wrapping the chain around her neck and fastening it. “Does it matter?”

“Thank...thank you, Goddess Lorelei,” Naomi mumbled, still overwhelmed. Lorelei extracted herself from the remains of the house, glancing down the length of her enormous form at the relatively tiny cars and people that dotted her urban street.

“Now, then,” Lorelei growled, baring her teeth. “Step fucking ONE!” She lifted her foot and brought it down on her neighbor's car. With a loud crunch, it shattered under her foot; glass broke and metal crumpled under her prodigious weight, and the redhead practically cackled, rolling the broken machine underneath her foot. Within moments, it was barely recognizable. “Gods, I hated that thing.”

“Okay that was hot,” Naomi whimpered. “B-But...”

The door to the next-door house slammed open, and the neighbor stepped out with one of his friends. At first, he only saw the demolished sports car, but then he saw Lorelei. The loud party-going frat boy glanced up, and up, and up. His eyes widened slowly as he saw her violent expression, the sadistic, sexual hunger played across her gorgeous features.

“D-Dude...” His friend said, dropping his beer. “Isn't that...isn't that the lesbo redhead next-door?”

“Mhm, that's the one!” Lorelei said, smiling hungrily. Her foot lifted, and before the boys could react, it came down again. The redhead's eyes snapped open as they pulped under her foot, and she gasped, leaning against the building for support. Every nerve ending in her foot screamed out in love, pounding against her inhibitions. Crushing Sammi had been one thing...this...this was even worse. Two at once...she couldn't even begin to imagine how bad this was going to get. Every step was soon to be liquid ecstasy.

“Lorelei!” Naomi squeaked. She yelped as Lorelei flicked the peridot.

“Goddess Lorelei, you little, ungrateful girl. I give you the show of a lifetime and you complain? Shush.” Lorelei grinned, and she spun around, glancing down the street at her destination – the city proper. The gigantic redhead finally, finally heard screams, and it was practically ecstasy to her.

“Th-there's more in front of you...Goddess...” Naomi mumbled. Lorelei glanced downward at the little ones running from her, and with another step, she crossed as much distance as they could while sprinting. Two more people met a bloody end under Lorelei's other foot; her feet were big when she was 5'8”, and now they were as long as cars. Her teeth bared as her foot slowly pressed down with titanic force, smearing the unfortunate peoples' bodies into the tarmac. Animal shrieks met her ears as Lorelei's foot effectively steamrollered them, and she closed her eyes to the feeling of Goddesshood.

“Was it good for you too?” Lorelei breathed, touching the peridot that hung between her pale, bouncy chest. Naomi's lust touched her, filling her body with a warmth she hadn't anticipated. The little girl mumbled her approval quietly, her wide eyes begging Lorelei for more.

And so, more was given. Lorelei's feet came down here, there, and here again, turning their normally quiet street into a corridor of blood, screams and fear. Lorelei was uncaring; her feet crushed legs and arms, smashed people in half, flicked them against the brick and stone of the nearby houses, and tore cars apart as often as people. The whole time, the redhead looked on with fiery hunger, her crimson curls bobbing as she strutted down the street, arrogantly swinging her wide, gorgeous hips. The moonlight only accentuated her natural hourglass, and she still trembled with anticipation.

“Bigger?” Lorelei said, scraping her nails along the third-story window of an apartment complex. She smiled hungrily at the screaming people within.

“Bigger. Goddess, yes! Much bigger...” Naomi purred, wishing so badly she could touch herself...

*** *** ***

“Aw, I can't touch myself in your observation pendant?” Naomi whined. She nearly screamed as Lorelei pushed a single finger inside her dripping pussy. Her lover growled in her ear, manipulating the vibrator to slide against Naomi's gentlest nerves.

“No,” Lorelei said, grinning. “You don't get to do anything without Mega Lorelei's permission.” She slid her long finger against Naomi's interior nerve clusters.

“B-But. Oh. O-oh, my Goddess, fffuck...!”

“Shut up and listen...”

*** *** ***

Lorelei gripped the tops of the apartment buildings, her eyes widening again. The enormous redhead bared her teeth at the little people, smiled hungrily, and concentrated. Visceral images popped into her head, and so, her sharp, painted nails dug into the brick, and those around her screamed anew. People fled from her in all directions, and soon, Lorelei was ascending. The peridot around her neck grew with her, and Lorelei gasped, drawing in breath, power, and lust. She didn't even care that those around her were running, crying and begging for their lives...they'd get their turn. Her body grew in warmth and ardor as she ascended, and soon, she had hit eighty feet tall.

“Fuck, you're HUGE!” Naomi cried out. Lorelei grinned ferociously; the people around her barely stood up to her ankles now. Half a dozen people could fit under her foot...or so. This had to be tested. Grinning ear-to-ear, Lorelei lifted one leg and leaned over the apartments, stepping into the next street. Screams and cries met her ears immediately, and with a single step, eight people died. They were running, screaming, pleading – and then, suddenly, they were not. Lorelei's whole foot stepped down, splattering the insects under her. They stained her foot and burst from between her toes, sticking to the asphalt as she lifted her foot up, strings of dull red viscera connecting her sole to the street. Her other foot came down, only catching two more, but around her, little ones ran and screamed.

“Oh,” Lorelei moaned, taking a step forward, crushing four more. “My,” She squirmed, biting her lip hard. “Gods...” Another step, another six crushed. She wriggled her beautiful toes in the mess, and clenched them, obliterating a screaming man between her big and middle toe.

“Goddess Lorelei...what does it feel like?” Naomi's quiet voice sounded in Lorelei's mind. She suddenly realized that it was telepathic empathy and speech that allowed her to understand her little love.

“It's...decadent. They try to resist, their little hands meet my sole...and then they just...stop. They explode, bursting into pulp under my foot. It's...you should really try this sometime.” The redhead said, her lips curling into a wicked grin. Another step, another five people. Lorelei's body count was soaring astronomically.

“No, I'd rather...I'd rather see you do it.” Naomi said dreamily.

Lorelei squatted down, inspecting a man and woman who were screaming and crying, on their knees, pleading for their lives; or rather, pleading for each other's. Lorelei's sinister grin appeared, and she sat backwards, barely aware of the people she annihilated with her wide ass. “You want to live? Start the Cult of Lorelei. Here, I'll let you begin,” The Goddess said, propping her enormous foot up to reveal the remains of dozens coating her sole. “Lick it off.”

The man threw up immediately, and the woman paled, her eyes looking up at the sole. “If I do it...will you spare him?” She asked quietly.

“Uh, hm...if...you do well enough, and promise to begin my Cult,” Lorelei grinned down at her new worshipper. “You might make a nice High Priestess.”

Lorelei's laugh was loud and mocking as she felt the tiny girl climb onto her wrinkles and begin licking. Idly, Lorelei reached her hand up and annihilated people under her hand, tossing cars aside and stuffing her hands into apartment windows to explore their interiors amidst their shrieking inhabitants. Finally, the woman dropped, coughing, and Lorelei picked her up. The man screamed for her, but Lorelei pinned him down with one toe. Lorelei's new Priestess called for him, holding out a hand in vain.

“You did pretty well, I guess. Here's a test. Do you trust your new Goddess, little Priestess?” Lorelei cooed, pushing the girl over in her palm. “Hm?”

The girl hesitated, squirmed a bit, and then nodded. The man called for her, but Lorelei shut him up by pressing his face into the pavement under her toe, the pressure still not enough to crush him. She grinned ferociously, and slowly, her fingers began curling in. The woman screamed and recoiled, crying for her Goddess, begging and pleading, but Lorelei's fingers were relentless and would not be stopped. Her screams turned to high-pitched shrieks as Lorelei clenched her fist, pulping the crying girl mercilessly. Naomi's moans echoed through her head, and with a grin, she opened her hand, revealing the sticky red mess that coated her palm.

“And...she's fine,” Lorelei said, her natural powers recovering the girl instantly. Breath heavy, the woman cried and screamed, curling around Lorelei's thumb and crying. Lorelei purred, taking the girl and placing her on a rooftop. “Stay put, cutie. I'll be back for you.”

Lorelei glanced down at the pale-faced man, and smiled. “Congratulations, you have been spared. Enjoy the show...” She strutted forward, and again, dozens began dying again. They could not outrun her, they could not stop her, and she was only going to get –

*** *** ***

“FUCK!” Naomi screamed, bucking. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the orgasm exploded throughout her, overtaking the little dark-skinned sub. Lorelei smirked, withdrawing a finger coated in cum, and slurped it off. “L-Lorelei! That was so fucking hot!”

“Shhhh,” Lorelei said, kissing her way down a shivering Naomi's neck. “Certainly, you're not done.”

“Please, no, p-please continue, please?” Naomi whimpered. “Bigger...”

Lorelei smirked, relaxing Naomi again and letting her fingers play once more. “Oh yeah. Much bigger...”

Lorelei buckled again; the little devil within her necklace was committing some truly insidious, vile, gorgeous crime, and now-familiar jolts of warm electricity bolted through the titanic redhead's body. The screams and chaos around her died down, or so it seemed; all eyes were on the girl as pale, sweat-soaked hands gripped a nearby building for support. Lorelei clenched her eyes shut, gritting her teeth as her body tried to comprehend the power she was being given – and then she exploded outward.

The tarmac beneath her feet cracked and crumbled; her expanding toes pushed cars and people out of the way, overtaking the street the girl had been terrorizing. Every inch on the enormous girl tingled and spasmed, and nigh-drunken laughs of power-induced ardor escaped her plush lips. Lorelei collapsed onto the ground with a thunderous slam, shaking from the ecstasy that ran through her. The people, the terrified little insects that glanced up at a Goddess, merely watched her latest ascension, as Lorelei quadrupled in height to four hundred feet tall.

The building she had been leaning against for support now brushed her thigh. In the distance, the skyscrapers glittering in the city proper looked to still be taller than her, but the residential area she'd grown above was all far below her. Her hungry, cold eyes took in her surroundings at her new height, and the beautiful, unstoppable girl grinned fiercely as she took a step forward.

Once her foot came down again, the screams renewed, and so did the redhead's fervor. With a deafening crash it came down, taking out most of a department store and several rows of packed houses with one earth-shattering stomp. Lorelei's breath caught inside her; she stood there, all toned figure and long legs, staring down at the rubble that her single foot had reduced houses, cars, families and lives into. Gingerly, the Goddess slowly lifted her foot, wriggling her enormous toes playfully. She admired her footprint; the way it sunk into the ground like she were walking on a beach, each toe's print visible in the sunken street, decorated with brick, blood and metal. Other streets nearby were beginning to notice her, and soon, a chorus of screams met the jubilant redhead's ears.

“Wh-what did you do?” Naomi's voice asked in her mind. Lorelei shrugged her enormous shoulders.

“I took a step. Watch, Little One,” Her paramour replied. Lorelei lifted another foot, aiming it for another cluster of urban homes. Screams, some more like pleading and begging, lifted up to her, but she paid them no mind. Baring her teeth, Lorelei stepped down again, crushing everything under tons and tons of pale flesh. Smiling playfully, she rocked her foot forward, pressing all her weight onto her toes and arching a towering, wrinkled sole into the sky. Near her, her subjects looked up, up, up her gorgeous, toned legs to a physique to die for. Lorelei grinned down at them, and let her foot drop back down, delighting in the squelching noises that erupted from under her sole.

“M-My Goddess Lorelei,” Naomi squeaked. “That w-was...”

“Nothing.” Lorelei finished. She stomped onto another street, and then another; each one compacted into the earth by her wide feet. Each time, she got a bit more vicious – a twist of her leg here, a squeeze of her toes there, crushing her way towards downtown. Each street was impacted, houses torn by shockwaves, glass shattered, cars ruined, but Lorelei never once looked down. She simply strutted, and any who were unlucky enough to find themselves under her shadow were turned into paste indistinguishable from pavement. With an arrogant swing to her lovely hips, Lorelei dragged her fingernails along the roofs of houses as she approached the sparkling city in the distance, eager to play.

“What ever happened to my cult, anyway?” Lorelei asked, suddenly remembering the girl she had left behind. She turned around and saw the insect, still on the roof with an expression of barely-contained awe and terror. Lorelei returned to her, taking a whole new path across the terrified streets, and lowered herself slowly, very aware of how her pussy was dripping onto the street below her. “There you are,” Lorelei purred, sending a wave of hot breath over her insignificant priestess. “I've a job for you.”

“G-Goddess?” The girl squeaked. The tiny voice was barely audible to the mighty redhead, but she smirked anyway at the attempt.

“Attention, everyone,” Lorelei announced, rising again to her full height. “I'm in need of some serious worship, and if I don't get it, I will introduce everyone here to a very real live hell. You think it's bad being turned into ribbony paste under my toes? Hah. I'll do everything I want to, and you know why? Because I can do this,” Lorelei moaned, and with a single step, the building, and her priestess, vanished into crumbling debris under her toes. Screams and cries echoed around her devastating sole, but with a flourish of her fingers, the priestess was alive again. The screams died down, and from their expressions, Lorelei knew they understood.

The enormous redhead lowered herself down, crushing a few small urban domiciles under her toned rear, extending a leg out that bulldozed another and stretched into the next street over. Grinning fiercely, Lorelei tossed her hair about, grabbed the peridot around her neck, and licked her lips.

“Get to worshipping,” The Goddess demanded. She closed her eyes and took the peridot into her mouth –

*** *** ***

“Unnnghhh! LORELEI YOU CHEATER, YOU KNOW I LOVE THAT!” Naomi whimpered, writhing around Lorelei's hand.

“So, then, why wouldn't I do it?” Lorelei purred, arching one long finger against Naomi's nerves. The dark-skinned girl squeaked with delight.

“B-But. Unfair. Nnf...” Naomi cried.

“Shh,” Lorelei said, biting Naomi's neck. “I'm about to have fun...”

*** *** ***

Drool dripped over plump lips, dribbling onto the biggest pair of breasts in the world. Naomi's wild moans echoed in Lorelei's head, and the titanic redhead grinned as her soft tongue drooled and slathered over her peridot's prisoner. Cold, eager eyes watched as a crowd of people so tiny Lorelei couldn't make out their individual faces gathered around her stretched out feet, her toned, arched legs, and her enormous, round ass. She felt little hands on her, tiny kisses and licks, and this brought a giggle to her lips, a sound that shook Naomi's very existence.

“G-Goddess?” The revived priestess said, shaking. “Wh...what...what should I do?”

Lorelei sighed and extended a finger, crushing the little girl without even looking at her, and restoring the sobbing creature to life shortly afterward. “Lead the sermon. Ask me a question again and I'm painting my fucking nails with you.”

The woman trembled, but she began to speak, praising Lorelei's beauty and the power she lorded over everyone. She began to worship, going on about the exaggerated curves they witnessed from their perspective, or how they should be lucky to have so playful and glorious a Goddess to serve. Lorelei's red lips curled into a wicked smirk as the tiny's words filled her body and mind with ego and passion, and soon, she watched with amused mirth as the insects of her city crawled onto her feet, climbing the wrinkles in her sole to reach the sweat that pooled between her toes.

“So dutiful,” Lorelei said, propping her arm up with her hand. “So very, very dutiful.”

“We serve, so that Goddess may spare us,” Her tiny priestess said. “We are more useful in life than we are in --”

“Do not speak for me,” Lorelei said, her mirth dropping immediately. With a single scrunch of her toes, dozens died, the blood splattering her foot and dripping slowly onto the street below. “You are very valuable in death. Your pain and violent ends make me wet. Don't you want to die for me, over and over and fucking over? Of course you do.”

“My...my Goddess, please...” The priestess said. Lorelei chuckled and pouted at the little thing.

“Relax, cutie. Killing you more times wouldn't do anything for me anymore...I'd rather make you watch what your words cost you.” Lorelei held up a finger, sliding her long, slimy tongue along it. Thick strands of drool slid down her hand and dripped into the street, coating some and drowning others as they tried to extract themselves from the sticky spit. Grinning ear-to-ear, Lorelei leaned back, arched her curvacious figure, and slid the spit-soaked drool through the crowd around her.

“N-No...” The woman moaned. Lorelei smirked, opened her mouth wide, and slid the screaming people stuck to her finger into the hot hell of her wide open maw. Her juicy lips closed around her finger, and with a devious smile, she pulled her finger out, clean. The little girl collapsed on the rooftop, nearly sick, and with a loud, audible gulp, Lorelei swallowed.

“Mmmm,” Lorelei moaned. “Bad news, guys – you're delicious,” She purred. Another finger swipe, another gulp of screaming lives doomed to a ceaseless cycle of searing death and reconstruction – and then people were running, screaming again.

STOMP! Lorelei's foot came down as easy as anything, her toes curling in as she dragged people and cars into a twisted mass underneath her sole. Her other foot extended outward, crashing through several houses as it bracketed in dozens of crying, begging people. The gigantic redhead leaned forward, examining the crowd she'd caught between her crossed feet.

“Very,” Lorelei purred, a long strand of drool dripping into the center. “Very...” She continued, breath coating her playthings. “Fucking...DELICIOUS.” The tongue slid out from between her lips, and screams echoed like never before. Lorelei dipped her head, moaning at the anticipation of such a cruel sport, and stroked the asphalt with her tongue. Tiny wriggling forms played havoc with the titanic redhead's nerves, and with a moan, the girl drew her tongue back in and sealed their fates. She glanced down at the crowd; a full line of them had been taken out by her tongue; some had been smeared into the pavement with it. This brought a playful giggle to Lorelei's lips; she could kill them just by licking them.

Another tongue swipe, another line of crying people gone, swallowed into a scalding, pitch-black oblivion. Lorelei tried to imagine it; the tightness of her throat, her body taking over after that initial swallow. How she was going about her play as dozens died horrific deaths inside her, only to be put together by powers she subconsciously worked upon them. The thought drove her sadism wild, and made her hot. She bit her lip, the surviving people in the crowd between her enormous legs seemed to notice this. Suddenly, Lorelei gasped, and closed her eyes to a new sensation as her breasts swelled slowly.

“What the fuck?” Lorelei said, glancing down. What had been C-cups when she was normal sized were now relative D-cups. Blinking once, Lorelei held her prodigious tits in both hands, giving them a squeeze that generated a moan from the horny, gigantic girl. “Naomi...?” She asked.

“Sorry!” The voice said in her mind. “I thought you'd – I mean, I figure you might like it if I...um...you...look great!”

Lorelei crossed her arms under her warm, tingling breasts and gripped the peridot. “You want my tits bigger, huh, Naomi? You want your Goddess to be huge, busty, and impossibly curved? Of course you do...c'mere.” Smiling hungrily, Lorelei slid the peridot between her heavy tits, giggling as it sunk into her cleavage and vanished into warm, enveloping tit-flesh.

As Lorelei kneaded her breasts, she closed her eyes to the lovely sensation, and the ecstatic image of her girlfriend tossed about in her peridot prison, enveloped and unable to move, bound by her body. Lorelei's toes wriggled and clenched as she groped herself, and she squirmed as she felt her breasts stretch her fingers out even further. Leaning forward, she abandoned all restraint, falling onto her front and crushing anyone left alive in her little cult underneath mounds of pale tits.

“Worship,” Lorelei cooed, drooling onto the pavement as Naomi's panting and screaming echoed in her mind. “W-Worship...your...Goddess!” She squirmed with every word, grinding her tits into the streets, smirking as those left standing bowed to her beauty, begging to give everything in exchange for survival. Lorelei offered them no mercy, scooping them up and squishing them against her new breasts with a single finger.

“I wanna come,” Naomi whimpered in her mind. “That...that was s-so hot.”

Lorelei kneeled back up, sitting on her feet and very aware of how amazing her thighs looked. Her bulging chest made her even more curvacious; wide hips narrowed at her toned waist, and then swelled to her double-Ds, which she cupped and squeezed, barely able to contain how beautiful, how full of power, and how ecstatic she felt. She had to share this with more, and the little crowd beneath her was not up to the task.

“You've served me well,” Lorelei said, looking down at her priestess. She picked the little girl up and examined her, smiling softly. “You may die easy knowing your body will be fuel for my next cup size.” Lorelei popped the girl into her mouth without fanfare, and chewed deliberately, shredding the little woman into strips. Smiling hungrily, she turned on her heel and waltzed toward the city, again with divine purpose. Her heavy chest bounced as she walked; her crimson curls danced around her shoulders. Goddess Lorelei had vicious intent on her mind, but for what she wanted, she needed to be bigger...even bigger than she was.

“You wanna come, Naomi? I'll let you...if you make me bigger.” Lorelei cooed, smirking as a particularly well-placed step crashed through a restaurant, killing everyone inside and mangling even more. As she reached the city lines, she moaned; anticipation flooded her like a drug.

“Y-yes! Oh, yes, Goddess. How much bigger?” Naomi whimpered. Lorelei's lips curled into a smirk as she glanced at the closest skyscraper. She saw her reflection in its glass surface, and her eyes widened – she was fucking beautiful.

“Eight hundred. Let's...let's go with eight hundred,” Lorelei grinned at the building's shrieking inhabitants. “I wanna fuck this thing.”

The towering woman could tell the screams had escalated, but they barely reached her ears. She could make out the bug-sized cars, the squirming black dots she assumed were people, and the signs and lights that illuminated her feet and calves. She had seen herself in the reflection of the building only moments before; now, it reflected only one of her toned legs. Lorelei squatted down, inspecting the calf-high structure with a smirk. Her naked body glistened with her own sweat, and she tenderly gripped the pendant hanging around her neck, inspecting the peridot for its prisoner.

“I w-went too far,” Naomi whimpered. “You're eleven hundred feet tall...”

Lorelei smiled, letting the pendant drop down between her enlarged breasts, and pressed her warm tits against the cool surface of the tiny building. Its inhabitants' barely-audible shrieks wafted up to her, and it fueled her ardor as she pressed harder. Cracks sounded out, and slowly, the girl backed away, laughing at how she'd nearly pushed a skyscraper off its foundation with just her chest. She clenched a fist and unclenched it, waving her long, elegant fingers with a curious grin. Slowly, she took one finger and slid it down the length of the damaged building, scraping glass and metal away as her fingernail tore it apart. Slowly, the finger dropped, crushing one of the scampering black dots underneath it. Lorelei's grin lit up her face as she lived out one of her most visceral fantasies – crushing the life out of someone with one finger.

“Fuck, I'm powerful,” Lorelei purred. Her cold eyes glittered maliciously as she licked the building, slathering it in drool and biting her lip in anticipation. “This is too much...”

*** *** ***

“I don't think skyscrapers would actually make very good dildos, Lorelei,” Naomi muttered softly, still bucking from Lorelei's last efforts. “Hard edges. Cold metal. Sharp, broken. That just sounds painful, not hot...”

“Naomi?” Lorelei said, taking her hand away. Naomi practically cried, so the redhead slid her hand back down. “The point of the fantasy, my love, is that those inside the structure are forced to experience my insides. Remember?”

“Y-yeah, just...ow!” Naomi exclaimed. Lorelei sighed and ruffled Naomi's hair.

“You are impossible to please,” Lorelei laughed. “Shhh...”

*** *** ***

The people inside the building were vaguely aware of what was going on. Two legs, each wider than the structure itself, had collapsed to either side of it, crushing a street and the neighboring building without fanfare or effort. Thicker thighs came down, meeting the enormous girl's pale calves, her deep arches and enormous feet vertical and towering over them all, but it was her loud moans that tipped off the structure's terrified inhabitants. Those watching were treated to a view; though not usually one for exhibitionism, here Lorelei felt proud and eager to show off her enhanced body. Her pale hands gripped her enormous tits, squeezing the soft, warm flesh and kneading them pleasuribly. Her breath became wet, warm and lustful, and she slid one hand down to separate her nether lips, smiling widely as drips of her cum leaked onto her makeshift dildo.

“Ready...?” She cooed. The goddess above swayed her gigantic hips, rocking back and forth with a sense of arrogance and anticipation. She gripped the structure, her free hand curling around it, and in one smooth motion, dropped her trembling body onto it, her pussy swallowing it all. Lorelei's eyes snapped open in surprise, and she buckled forward, her powerful hands crashing through cars, people and buildings. She rose her ass into the air, feeling it crumble a bit inside her, and grit her teeth pleasurably as she worked her hips up and down its sleek surface.

Inside, all was hell. Lorelei's body had initially just overwhelmed the inhabitants with pungent darkness, hot, sticky air and gurgling, slurping sounds, but when the windows shattered and the walls began to break, it was the flooding that began the hysterics. Nearly a hundred drowned in Lorelei's cum, slaves to her basic whims, to her carnal games. Far above them, their captor moaned and lolled her head, imagining the chaos inside but never able to experience it. For them, it was to be damned; for her, it was merely a fetish, and they were her tools. The thought of overpowering so many quickly brought the titanic redhead to orgasm, and she came almost immediately, squeezing her legs together and shattering both building and people. Smiling broadly, Lorelei stood, dusted herself off, and stepped into the street – just one foot was bigger than the whole street now, and she could not avoid crushing parts of buildings as she approached the city's center.

“You're so hot,” Naomi moaned in her mind. “B-But you said I could cum?”

Lorelei rolled her eyes playfully and snapped her fingers; Naomi appeared on the roof of a building nearby, for the first time able to see her girlfriend in all her enormous splendor. Naomi's eyes widened as she took in the pale flesh and mountainous chest; involuntarily, the dark-skinned girl's hands wandered. Lorelei's enormous finger came down, and Naomi immediately went to worship it. Lorelei watched, amused and horny again, her toes wriggling alone causing more devastation than she could ever realize.

“Go ahead,” Lorelei moaned. She dug her nails into the building and sunk to her hands and knees, sprawling out. Her long legs and gigantic feet bulldozed buildings and streets alike, pushing through stone and wood with the barest efforts. She writhed on the ground, biting her plump lip and sliding her hands over her pale flesh, smirking and staring at Naomi mischievously, just as she knew the girl loved it. Surely enough, Naomi was practically cumming already, watching the playful expression of her enormous girlfriend kill thousands without her even trying. “Little Naomi loves her show, doesn't she? She loves her Goddess Lorelei.”

“I d-do...fuck, I do!” Naomi called out, hoping her enormous Goddess could hear her. Lorelei arched her back deep, tossed her hair back, and roughly grabbed a handful of screaming, begging people. She was amazed; there had to be a hundred in her hand alone, in various stages of terror and pain. Growling savagely, Lorelei parted her pussy with one hand, and grinning at her wide-eyed paramour, shoved the handful inside her. Her moan was loud and lustful, and their wriggling drove her mad. Lorelei scrunched her toes and crammed another handful in, barely aware that she was smearing them on herself just as often.

“Say it, Naomi. FUCKING SAY IT!” Lorelei snarled, gripping the base of the building Naomi was on. The little girl screamed and fell, staring at her dom with eyes that begged prayer and obedience.

“I LOVE MY GODDESS LORELEI!” She screamed. Lorelei smirked, plucked a bus from the street, and turned over. The redhead smirked at Naomi and slid the bus over her curves, along her enlarged breasts and nipples, and inspected it, her eyes glittering. Inside, she saw screaming, pleading little people; hysterical ones. Smiling ear-to-ear, Lorelei slurped her tongue over the bus, her thick, sticky drool dripping onto the street in globs. The sight of her blood-stained, gigantic tongue drove them wild, and with a grin, Lorelei parted her legs and slid the bus back down her back. Naomi tilted her head curiously; what was Lorelei up to? The bus was barely the size of one of her fingers...it'd be no good as a dildo.

Those questions were answered immediately as the titanic redhead spread her ass with one hand and shoved the makeshift buttplug inside her bowel with the other. Naomi visibly drooled.

Lorelei giggled; she was enjoying this even more than she thought. She pressed her hands onto the pavement and leaned up, scooting forward to a yet-untouched part of town. Grinning maliciously, Lorelei winked down at her latest victims and dropped her tits onto the squirming crowd. Blood splattered her body, and she wriggled with effort, dipping her head down to slurp up the remains of those left alive. Sticky drool brought them to a searing end, and Lorelei melted, all three of her holes stimulated at once. Her next orgasm was powerful, held inside and potent; her vaginal muscles slaughtered her toys, crushing them into pulp as they contracted, and she moaned into the street, shaking and trembling. Somewhere behind her, Naomi was likewise on her third orgasm already.

“Enough for you,” Lorelei moaned. “Back in your pendant.” Naomi whimpered, but Lorelei snapped her fingers, and there, Naomi was. Naomi squirmed as much as she could, and her trembling voice rang out in Lorelei's mind again.

“You should find Ivan,” She said quickly. Lorelei's lips curled into a grin; why hadn't she thought of that? It'd been years since they broke up, but he was sure to be working for the same firm...Lorelei smirked hungrily and sauntered down the street, uncaring about what ended up underfoot. At this point, the people of the city were ants to her, things not even to be noticed. Lorelei soon found herself in a sea of knee-high skyscrapers, the tallest in the city. Around her, expensive cars and lavish businesses lay in ruins, just from her arrival. Lorelei gingerly stepped around, inspecting the buildings slowly. When she finally found the right one, she pressed her lips to the cool surface, kissing it gently and swaying delicately above the surging crowds that fought to escape her.

“Hello, little rich people,” Lorelei purred, scraping windows and walls away with her fingernails. “You're scared of me. I know you are. See my tongue? My slippery, sticky wet tongue? It would scoop you up and you'd be gone forever. Or, I could tit-box you and all your finances into rubble. You want that?” Their little cries for mercy made Lorelei want to shovel them into her mouth and cunt again, but she had a plan. “Bring me Ivan Solenski and I will leave you alive.”

She had barely given the order when a group of suits pushed a man toward the window of the top floor. His face blanched when he recognized the terrible face of the goddess above him. Lorelei pushed two fingers in, and he grit his teeth as she plucked him from the structure. Lorelei spun and leaned against the building, smiling as its inhabitants screamed when the structure groaned with effort. The redhead studied the little man between her fingers, who, despite his predicament, didn't seem that horrified.

“You should really be more scared, you know,” Lorelei growled, narrowing her eyes. “After what you did, I'd fear for my life.”

“I have no doubt you will kill me, Lorelei,” Ivan responded, detatched and horrified, but strong. “Just get it over with...”

“Uh-uh,” Lorelei said, shaking her head slowly. “No, you don't get to play 'too-cool-for-this'. Nope. You're going out screaming...” She spun around and dropped Ivan on the rooftop, stepping back and scooping up her chest in her hands. She batted her eyes and smiled, squishing the pendant between her breasts again. Smiling coyly, she spun and arched, showing off her body as her feet wreaked havoc on those below. “Like what you see, huh?”

“You look good, Lor,” Ivan admitted. “Gonna kill me with those?”

Lorelei pouted and leaned forward, kissing the structure with her tits. “Maaaaaybe...” She suddenly grabbed him, pushing him hard into her warm skin, dragging her down her body and across her nipple. Smiling hungrily, she teased her nipple with him, battering him simultaneously. He grunted and groaned, but refused to scream, even as she bruised him. Growling angrily, Lorelei set the man down before her.

“Worship my fucking feet. Get between two of my toes before I smash everyone in here to bits because you won't FUCKING SCREAM FOR ME!” Lorelei slammed her hand on the building, obliterating its top floor. Ivan scrambled between her toes, and Lorelei's lips curled into a sneer. Squatting down, she inspected the little man's ministrations, and sighed. “Remember how you used to hate my feet? Well, now they're your whole fucking world. Couldn't be bothered to pamper me, but you loved your secretaries, didn't you. Lick the blood and dirt from between my toes, bitch. It's more than you deserve.”

She watched coldly, refusing to move until Ivan became tired. He fell twice, getting back up to lick, barely making a dent in the viscera coating Lorelei's feet. She scoffed, pushing him down, and sighed, taking the pendant off and dangling it before the exhausted little man.

“This here is Naomi, my girlfriend. She's the best fucking thing I've ever had. Naomi, this is Ivan. Let me acquaint you two!” Lorelei growled and smashed down with the pendant. Ivan screamed loudly as it shattered his legs, smashing him into the pavement. Lorelei gritted her teeth, opening her mouth in a lustful gasp as she ground the dying man's lower body into paste. She stood back up, wrapping the necklace back around her throat, and regarded the little man with cold indifference.

“Unsatisfying,” She said bitterly. She glanced at his building and slid her hand in, emptying its contents into her open hands. Floods of screaming people were ushered into her palms; some leaped from her hand, splattering with tiny crunches near the broken Ivan. She smiled down at her ex-boyfriend and rocked her hips from side to side. “You were unsatisfying, so they have to die to make it up to me. You understand? They're dying this way because of you.” Lorelei brought both hands to her mouth, and moaned as her hundreds of captives slipped down. They slid across her palms, shrieking and pleading, bouncing off her plump lips and vanishing into a torrid hell. Lorelei closed her lips and swirled her tongue, moaning gently as her throat took them by the dozens. Patting her stomach cutely, Lorelei walked away, leaving the man to die a slow –

*** *** ***

“You. Are. Too. FUCKING. Much.” Naomi panted, at the edge of her rope. “P-Please, one more. Gods, I can't take it...”

“Fine, fine. I had a bit more...” Lorelei pouted.

“There's always Mega Lorelei 2, save some for that!” Naomi squeaked hopefully. Lorelei grinned at her and tapped her nose.

“Maybe I should do films, there's probably a market for this,” Lorelei considered. She slid two fingers into Naomi's soaking cunt, and the little sub squirmed under her, breath heavy again. “You wanna marry a fetish pornstar?”

“Don't t-tease...don't tease me...”

“Too late,” Lorelei purred. “Where was I?”

*** *** ***

Fuck. The word caught in Lorelei's mind as she felt electric warmth spread through her again. The world shrunk around her, the tallest buildings now gracing her knees. She trembled and nearly fell, the sensation of multiple growth spurts making her pussy ache. Fuck... Two thousand. Three thousand. Lorelei had no idea how big she was getting. It was ridiculous. Her feet expanded outward, pushing entire blocks aside, crushing thousands and thousands of tinies underneath her god-like weight. Finally, Lorelei dropped to her knees, a thunderous movement that crushed two neighborhoods into nothing but blood-stained debris.

She was eleven thousand feet tall by the end – over two miles tall.

The world below her looked like discolored patches. She could barely make out the depth change between the street and the buildings below, but there was no denying it – it would only take a single dance. The whole fucking city – her house with Naomi, every strip bar she'd danced in, every club she'd flirted in, every restaurant and business and human being, every single thing in the town – could be ended by one fucking dance. She rose a foot into the air and wriggled her toes. This was it. Not counting the ones she'd already killed, this was a footstep with a 3.2 million death rate.

Her fingers found her pussy again, and the foot came down...down, down, down. The city was no more. It crumbled like everything else, bursting into rock and spurts of flame underneath a foot thousands of feet wide and long. She danced on the city, rocking to an inaudible music, the soundtrack to her ascension. Lorelei sucked on the little pendant as she danced, destroying everything and everyone, the only sound to her the music of Naomi's lustful screams...

*** *** ***

“I love you,” Naomi purred, nuzzling Lorelei's breast as she gently came down. “I love you so much, Lorelei...”

“Love you too, Naomi,” Lorelei said. She kissed the trembling girl's forehead and finally withdrew her hand, dripping wet. “Wow.”

“Mega Lorelei gets me off...” Naomi said, muttering quietly as she pressed her face into Lorelei's ample bosom. “Your voice is liquid sex.”

Lorelei laughed. “Let me clean up...and we can get some sleep, okay?” She stood up and walked into the bathroom. Naomi watched lazily, her eyes taking in Lorelei's gorgeous form. She imagined it still; Lorelei, queen of the world.

“Don't be long, love.” Naomi pleaded. Lorelei smiled, nodded, and began to clean up.