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Two hours had passed and the government had not deigned to answer them. Interestingly, neither of the two giantesses had killed a single person since Martha's feast. The kidnapped were the raw material of his plan, they could not afford to lose so many.

"I'm bored, sister," Martha said. "What if we eat a few?"

"We can not. We have to wait two more hours. If those idiots don't answer by then we're going to have fun like never before." Julie said while she cast a sinister and lascivious look at the little ones.

The people at the stadium could feel their very existence hanging by a thin thread. Some cried, others prayed and there were a few sending help or farewell messages through their cell phones. A force much larger than they were holding them back, threatening to take their lives at any moment if they felt like it.

Suddenly the loud screeching of a turbine echoed throughout the place.

"What is that sound?" Martha said.

"Sounds like a plane," Julie said.

The distant dark silhouette of a large team of jets painted in cumulus clouds could be seen in the distance.

"Look, fighter planes! It's the army!" shouted one of the hostages with unexpected encouragement.

"They're coming to rescue us!" said a woman after getting up from her seat.

Julie and Martha watched the planes with a mixture of happiness and annoyance. On the bright side they had found a juicy opportunity to have fun with new toys, but on the other hand it bothered them to think that the government really believed it could beat them. That was a serious offense towards them.

"At last a little entertainment," Julie said.

"Let's see what these flies can do," said Martha, smiling.

It was impossible for the minds of the pilots to process the atrocity they were witnessing. The enemy consisted of two gigantic women who had been born and raised in their own country.

"The brunette is Martha and the white one is Julie.They both have the surname Crawley. They're our target,” one of the pilots said.

"Those are the biggest boobs I've ever seen," said Mark, one of the air riders.

"I hope you can hold out without masturbating until the mission is over, Mark," said Mclain, another of the pilots.

"But how the hell did they get so big?" asked the navigator named Bernard.

"They say it was the fault of a certain Arthur. That does not matter anymore. For now we will just reconnoiter and assist the ground team. They shouldn't be long in coming. Stay away from them and don't attack them, at least for now,” said Samuels, the squad leader.

"They're not doing anything," Martha said.

"I have an idea," Julie said.

The blonde-haired giantess reached inside the stadium without even turning around and grabbed twenty-four people between her fingers.

"Aren't we supposed to avoid killing them?" Martha said surprised.

"To hell with that, they broke the deal first." Julie exhibited a smile full of happiness. "Let's just try to manage them as best we can."

“Julie has made contact with the population. I count about twenty-four people on her left hand. Repeat, Julie has made contact with the population,” Mark said through his plane's radio to the air and ground crew.

"What are they going to do with us?"

"Let us go please!"

"My family is at the stadium! I don't want to die in front of them!"

"You messed with the wrong country fools! Fucking bitches!" said a bearded man in his forties.

The grave offense did not go unnoticed by the colossal hearing of the sisters. Julie grabbed the man in the shirt with the help of her nails and raised him to eye level.

"What did you say fucking ant?" Julie said.

"Did you say what I think I heard?" Martha said offended.

"You are just a couple of overgrown whores!"

The people who lay terrified on Julie's left hand wanted with all the strength in the world that the man would shut his mouth. The last thing they wanted to see right now was that pair of gigantic women in a bad mood.

"It doesn't matter how many of us you kill! Our will will never die!" the man kept saying.

"Oh yes," Julie said with a little annoyance in her voice.

In the blink of an eye the giantess balled her left hand into a fist. In less than a second the remaining twenty-three people were reduced to a red mush of viscera and bones. Julie's titanic fingers had crushed and compressed the body of those unfortunates in less than a second.

"She just killed them! She crushed them with her fingers!" Mark yelled in disgust.

"Look what you made me do." The blood of the deceased trickled down her hand.

"Shut up that flea, sister, it's very annoying," said Martha.

"Why don't you go and give your support to the little soldiers who came to greet us?"

Immediately afterwards Julie put the man in her right hand, she took her arm back at the same time that she took a step forward and with her eyes she calculated the perfect shot.

"I already have it."

Julie hurled the man skyward with the maximum force afforded by her titanic size.

"Bernard, is coming to you!"

Mclain's warning came too late. The speed of the human projectile was so great that the eager pilot could not react in time to dodge it. The fleshy living bullet tore through the jet's left wing. The plane plummeted as a trail of fire and smoke emanated from its destroyed section.

"I can not control it!" Bernard yelled. "I'll have to eject!"

"Do not do it! Bernard!" Samuel yelled.

Bernard pressed the corresponding button and his seat shot up, thus taking the pilot out of the damned jet. The chair's parachute mechanism activated, so a thick white cloth emerged to help him descend to the ground more slowly.

"Look, sister, it's one of the pilots," Martha said, pointing her finger.

"Let's go get him," Julie said.

The giantesses began to move toward Bernard's landing point.

"They're going towards him! We have to help him!" McClain yelled.

"Nobody get close! Continue with the mission!" Samuels said with all the regret in his tough soul.

"But captain!" Mark tried to object. "He's our partner!"

"And I'm your squad leader! Go ahead with the plan and don't question my orders!"

The team of pilots could not do more than watch as their friend slowly fell into the jaws of danger.

To his horrible luck, Bernard landed on the palm of Martha's right hand. As soon as he fell, the man took out his pistol from his pocket and began to shoot at the giantess's face. Unfortunately none of the bullets seemed to have the slightest effect on her.

"Why so aggressive?" Martha extended two of her fingers and with them broke Bernard's arm that was holding the gun.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" The pilot dropped to his knees and tried to rearrange his broken limb with his left hand. The pain was consuming him alive.

Julie turned around, exposing her colossal butt to everyone.

"Put him in my ass." I'm sure he'll love it.

“That's an excellent idea, sister.

Martha grabbed Bernard by his clothes and lifted him into the air.

"No Please! Don't do it! I don't want to die!" Bernard's eyes hadn't shed a single tear in over thirty years, until that moment. "I have a newborn son!"

Martha stretched the elastic of her sister's thong and dropped Bernard into the huge, dark space between Julie's two gigantic buttocks.

"Bye, have fun." After sending that poor man to certain death, Martha gently slapped her sister's butt.

Bernard's companions yearned to avenge their comrade with all their might. The rage and fury of having seen him die in such a humiliating way without being able to help him would haunt them to their graves.

"He still moves, it tickles" Julie said between laughs.

Suddenly a loud metallic sound resounded from nearby. The loud noise of moving machinery could be heard in the surroundings. Something was approaching, something very heavy.

"The cavalry is here," Samuels said.

"About time," Mclain said.

A myriad of war tanks rode toward the giantesses, kicking up a trail of dust. The hundreds of thousands of soldiers watched their colossal enemies, some with fear and others with confidence that they would emerge victorious from this battle.

"They're much bigger than I imagined," said the driver of one of the tanks.

"Size doesn't matter, our only job is to bring them down," one of the gunboats said.

"But what do we have here?" Martha said.

"The little ones bring new toys," Julie added.

One of the tanks moved forward and stopped a few meters from the giantesses. The car door opened and an elderly man came out with a megaphone in his right hand. From his distinctive clothing full of medals it was not difficult to decipher that he was one of the high command of the army.

"Release the hostages and surrender," said the military chief. "It's your last chance. If you cooperate with us, the government is willing to pardon you crimes. Both could be of great help to us in possible future wars. If you do not obey our orders we will be forced to use force."

Both sisters laughed heartily. The gigantic women did not stop making fun of the general and his miniature army. Julie and Martha couldn't process what they had just heard. The thousands of tanks were barely the size of one of their feet and yet this tiny man dared to threaten them.

"They're so funny," Martha said.

"I think it's time to get serious," Julie said.

The white-skinned giantess raised her colossal right foot and dragged it through the air until it was right on top of the general. Everyone knew what was about to happen and the worst thing was that no one had the power to prevent it. There was no humanly possible way for the general to run faster than a two-hundred-meter woman. His fate was already sealed and he more than anyone knew it. There was only one thing left for him to do, to give an order, the last one he would give in his entire life.

"Shoot!" the man yelled through before being reduced to a thick smear of flesh on Julie's foot.

The tanks began their relentless attack. Balls of fire streaked across the sky toward the giantesses. Fleeting sparks emerged from the cannons with the sole intention of destroying everything in their path.

After a minute the soldiers could no longer see what they were shooting at. A huge wall of smoke clouded their vision. The sound of the missiles was like the hunting roar of a million furious beasts.

Ten minutes later the fire stopped and the place was filled with an uncomfortable and desperate silence.

"Colonel Charles to the air team, can you see anything?"

"Negative, there is too much smoke. Although we can confirm that all the attacks hit the target. Neither of the sisters moved from their position,” Samuels said.

"If so, we would have felt a few earthquakes. I'm sure we're done with this madness. We'll start extracting the hostages shortly,” Charles said.

"My turn," Martha's voice was heard saying.

Before the soldiers could react, the giantess emerged from the smoke and jumped backwards with her monumental rear in the direction of the army that had spent almost all their resources in a futile effort to defeat her.

"Take cover!" Colonel Charles shouted.

When Martha's buttocks hit the ground they unceremoniously crushed more than eighty tanks full of soldiers, but that was the least of her drawbacks. The impact had been so powerful that it formed a shock wave that sent almost the entire army that had gone to confront them into the air.

"Nice try guys, better luck next time," Julie said with her skin completely intact. "We are bigger and better than you in every way. That includes the ability to regenerate and heal wounds. All damage done to us will be gone in a matter of seconds, sorry little guys."

"How does it feel to die under an ass as big as mine?" Martha wiggled her gigantic butt over the victims who had been buried under her massive flesh.

The giantess got up from the ground and saw how her buttocks had been immortalized in a huge hole in the ground. Her hands brushed away the blood and metal debris from her rear.

"I'll never get tired of this," Martha said as she wiped her colossal buttocks. "I don't know how I could live all this time being as small as these ants."

"We're not done yet, sister," Julie said before crushing one of the overturned tanks with her foot.

Martha looked down to see five soldiers who had evaded death running for their lives across the desolate terrain.

"Where do you  think you're going guys?"

Martha caught up with the group of soldiers in just two steps, stepping on them like ants.

Both sisters walked through the destroyed combat arena stepping on and crushing the survivors.

"Samuels to the ground team! Answer please! There must be survivors! Those who can move must immediately flee the area!"

"HELP! I can not feel my legs!"

"My driver is dead! The tank is upside down!"

"It smells like gasoline!" This thing is going to explode!"

"I can't see, I think I hit my head."

Hundreds of calls for help invaded the radio signal. Thousands of wounded soldiers shouted for help from the rooftops. Desperation was slowly taking over Samuels' spirit.

 The screams from the radio suddenly stopped.

"This is Colonel Calvin, I cut off all transmissions except this one."

"But, sir. We cannot silence our comrades."

"Shut up and follow my orders!" They no longer have salvation!"

Samuels experienced the same helplessness as Mclain and his squad when he forbade them to rescue Bernard.

"There's still a part of the ground team standing. We are enough. We can still keep fighting. This time we'll need air support,” Calvin said.

Samuels couldn't take his eyes off the glass. That pair of monsters kept killing fellow combatants. Was it really worth fighting them? Was it necessary to sacrifice more lives?

"I'm afraid I can't do it. I can't force them to die,” Samuels thought.

The squadron leader cut off communication with the ground team and fixed the transmission so that only his team of pilots could hear him.

“This is my last order gentlemen. As you have heard, we have permission to attack, but I am not going to force you. Those who wish to escape have every right to do so, there is no honor in dying for a lost cause.”

"But captain," Mclain tried to refute.

"I'm not going to the other world with a tainted conscience.Those who wish to fight together with me are welcome, and those who wish to leave as well. Being able to live to see another day is the sweetest of victories,” Samuels said.

The team of pilots fell silent. Soon it would be discovered who would fight to the end and who would escape in order to save their lives.

The tank brigade that was unharmed by Martha's attack appeared right in front of the giantesses. Both sisters stopped hunting the soldiers and turned their attention to their new opponents.

"Oh, so there's still more," Julie said with a complacent smile.

The white-skinned giantess anticipated the movement of her opponents and ran with great speed in their direction. The ground trembled with every step she took.

"Shoot!" Colonel Calvin yelled.

As they prepared to attack, Julie surprised them with a titanic kick that sent a good part of the tank squad flying into the air like a soccer ball.

"Don't forget about me," Martha said, joining in the fun.

Both giantesses began their attack. As the tanks fired both Martha and Julie used their size advantage to crush them with the weight of their feet, grab them with their hands to squeeze them or even sit on top of them.

"They're massacring us!" one of the soldiers yelled.

"HELP!"

"I didn't sign up for this!"

"Want to see a nice pair of tits, guys?"

Julie crouched down and let the full weight of her gigantic breasts descend on more than fifty tanks, including the one with Colonel Calvin. Already on the ground, fully lying down, she extended her left arm and crushed with the palm of her hand a small group of soldiers who were trying to flee. She brought her fingers to her mouth and began licking up the blood of her victims.

"Leave something for me, sister," Martha said.

Suddenly the dark-skinned giantess felt as if thousands of needles had pierced her neck.

"What was that?!"  The colossal woman wondered.

Turning around, Martha saw a group of fighter planes attacking her with scintillating bursts of projectiles.

“Damn flies."

The gigantic woman began to struggle in an attempt to reach her flying prey, but they were too fast for her.

"You'll see when I get my hands on you!"

"I think we can do it." A second after he opened his mouth, two colossal white hands crushed Mclain's plane the same way you clap your hands to kill a mosquito.

"Mcclain!" Samuels yelled desperately.

"Are these moths really giving you trouble?" Julie said mockingly.

“They move too much."

"Why don't you try and give them a good punch? Just like you used to beat up the kids who bothered us at the orphanage,” Julie said.

"I'll try.”

Martha closed her hand and waited for the moment. When her mind thought she had found an opportunity, she stretched out her arm in a quick movement that destroyed three planes with a single punch.

"Nooo!” Samuels exclaimed with pain.

"It's not that hard." The burns on Martha's hand from the exploding jets were almost healed.

Suddenly Julie felt a painful stab coming from her butt.

"Motherfuckers!" She turned to see five planes firing at her massive rear. "So you like big asses, huh? I can please you." Julie quickly turned around, grabbed the five jets with her bare hands and brought them up to eye level. "We'll see if you can take a little spanking."

Julie ripped the wings off the planes, tossed them over her right hand, and then slammed her palm into its gigantic butt, turning the jets into a heap of scrap metal.

"Boring!" 

"I'm sorry, captain. I don't want to die, not here, not today.” Those had been Mark's last words before leaving the fight.

"You did well boy."


Samuels was the only one left standing. All his companions had fallen. The poor man had experienced the cruelty of war, but apparently nothing had prepared him to face those two monsters. There was no escape now, his jet lay wingless in Martha's right hand.

"It seems that my story has come to an end."

"This is the last one," Martha said.

Samuels couldn't help feeling tiny in front of Martha's gigantic eye.

"So that's how insects feel."

Martha removed the glass from the jet, grabbed Samuels by the uniform, and brought it up to face level for a closer inspection.

"I hope you're not afraid of the dark, little friend." Martha then took Samuels behind her back, stretched out her reddish thong and sent the helpless man wandering between her gigantic buttocks. A satisfied smile began to spread across her face.

"Apparently those are all, sister" said Julie while contemplating the bloody and destroyed zone of war.

“Okay, little sister. That will teach them, but on the other hand, these types of offenses cannot go unnoticed."

“Of course not, sister. I think it's time to let off steam a bit. Time for a little punishment. Too bad that the hostages have to pay for the mistakes of their rulers."

The people trapped in the stadium were on the verge of wishing they had never been born into this cruel and unjust world.