Sanctity was a 23-year-old student from Monrovia, Liberia who now lived in the western United States. She had been away from her family for a few years and adjusting had had its ups and downs. Life was so much different here and having four seasons was a huge change for her. It was February of 2018, and she was in the middle of her final semester and running into a bit of trouble in a few classes. While her grades were stellar, she did have an edge to her that made some professors uncomfortable. Sanctity was ever the outsider in her new setting and knew she had what it takes to make the differences she wanted to in life. She was fortunate to live in a smaller city that was generally walkable but this time of year with the occasional snow made it a bit less comfortable to do so. This winter had been on the mild side, with temps peaking in the mid 60s a tad early for the season on a seemingly normal Wednesday. A particular groundhog had not seen his shadow a week prior, so the surprise was lessened. Sanctity had just finished her last class and decided to grab a coffee at a local shop. She was never content with a no longer regional chain with the green logo due to the service, choices and cost of the venue. She was also content as she had a date that night. That afternoon she was going to help one of her friends in the lab to finish up one of his projects in anatomy. Little did she know what her friend had stumbled on to or that in the double-blind study that she would wind up the experiment in the control group. But she was used to a lack of control, so Sanctity ever longed for a change. And change would find her soon enough.

From her apartment even on a mild day like this one, she could still see the snow-covered mountains to the east. The foreboding and majestic peaks rising into the clouds, with the mountains and hills only growing taller into the Rockies. Temperatures like these were once an anomaly in mid-February, but more and more they represented the new normal. With little time to dwell on the view, she still had to get ready for her date. She had met the man online via Okcupid. He was tall, bearded and ten years her senior. He had lived in the pacific northwest for the majority of his life. He even seemed enamored with her smaller five-foot stature, but Sanctity had always wondered what it would be like to be taller. She was still comfortable in her shapely ebony skin. She knew however, as a bit of a history nerd, that the state she resided in had a checkered past with race relations. This fact was never lost on her or in the current geopolitical goings on of the region, but Sanctity was able to usually keep herself insulated from the darker elements of society. Living in an urban center had its perks, as she could walk from her apartment to school with minimal traffic. But the grid in the city was set up to be less than pedestrian friendly as most were, rewarding those who drove their automobiles to and from the suburbs. She had yet to acquire a license and had not felt the need as of yet.

On rare occasions she would take public transportation, but due to the seismic nature of the region she would only venture above ground. There was plenty of choice with Busses, Uber, taxis and trains. Still, she preferred walking or biking if possible. Unfortunately, the urban planners and the interstate highway systems, while great for road trips, had a way of dividing up cities and suburbs into untenable shapes for those who preferred these methods of transportation. Regardless, the city did boast a large contingent of mass transit, allowing for some options should the weather turn, which it oftentimes did. Each came with its own set of challenges, if not indignities. The Busses could be bumpy and cramped and were aging units prone to breaking down in the ever-warmer summer months. The city was not built for the heat that had begun to inundate it due to rising CO2 levels. But this was far from her young, gifted mind today. She was just thankful not to be on one of the trains. They were also starting to show their age having various service hours related malfunctions, often in the worst of spots like on river bridges. Also, being of such an attractive form and her smaller 5-foot stature brought all the wrong kinds of attention as well. The trains were notorious for roving clans which would either try to goad you into games of chance, ogle her, or many times both. She had become accustomed to this but pined for simpler living.

Up in the woods was her happy place. She enjoyed the quiet arboreal suburbs outside of the occasional natural disaster in the Pacific northwest area. There, Sanctity could enjoy the plants and animals along with the fresh mountain air flowing from the Cascade peaks and be with the trees. Her original longing in school was to be a botanist or maybe even entomologist, but the reality of working in this field intervened. She also found early on through coursework that she would rather enjoy it as a hobby than learn to hate it via a job. Sometimes these things happened for the best she would cheerfully say. While she marveled at being able to look up and see the urban landscape, the rural mountains and hills truly drew her wonder. Sunrises, sunsets, rainbows, all added a bit to the joys, but even a partly cloudy day had its beauty there. Sitting on a grassy hill watching clouds roll past casting shadows on adjacent land-forms was pure bliss. But the more work and social engagements beckoned, the less time she found herself being able to enjoy the natural wonders of the world. When she was out there time seemed to stand still, but as she left it felt like it flew by. Nothing was sadder than watching the mountains recede in the rear-view mirrors of the vehicles she was in or on the trains, sometimes bringing her to tears. She was only a tad emotional but not one who would show much outward anger. She could still hold her own and be defensive, especially since her sub average stature was aided by it. Arriving at the coffee shop, Sanctity caught up with her friend and fellow student who was late after being caught up in the lab.

Jeremy had always had a little crush on Sanctity since they first met but never acted on it as he was too timid. Her outgoing personality contrasted his own and her slightly promiscuous ways were polar opposite of his steadfast, nerdy science mind. He was working in the college labs on a system that was in close relation to CRISPR when it came to RNA and DNA studies. Once he finished his midweek work he was set to meet up with Sanctity before she had another date that night. Jeremy was wondering if she would be so kind as to swing by the lab with him to provide him with a control group, or so he thought. As his latest study was double blind, he would certainly get more than he bargained for. Regardless, the coffee shop was around the corner from the lab he was currently assigned to and would provide a welcome diversion. Getting her usual unusual, iced coffee, where she tried to find yet another flavor combination, she discussed her upcoming date with him before he quickly pivoted the conversation back to the afternoon's upcoming experiment. He let her know that it was a simple serum being tested for slightly lengthening hair growth, only set to go after already solid cells that were no longer dividing. Being as inquisitive as she was, she wanted to know some of the details, but after a couple sentences it was going way too far over her head as it did almost everyone else in the eatery. Finishing a caprese panini off they took the short walk back to campus together as Sanctity tossed the ice cubes from her maple white chocolate iced coffee into the trash. She would recycle the plastic cup at the lab, as she was a bit concerned about natural things and the growing plastic problems.

It did not take too long before they entered the double doors for the laboratory building. Heading up the stairs, they put on the normal, white lab coats. Sanctity did not know there would be others there, both girls whom she had seen. They were a couple of acquaintances she saw before on campus. She was vaguely familiar with their names but none of the three were too close, yet. For now, it was just another one of Jeremy’s interesting but usually well cross studied experiments. That did not mean she did not experience occasional side effects from these, but they varied from benign to hardly anything that would sideline her too long. Sanctity did have caution with some of them, as the understanding about cell editing was still a very new field. Being paid in tuition assistance and access to extra classes were the bonus, albeit sometimes a tad invasive. Regardless, Sanctity loved to learn, and presumed the other two who were there with her were in a similar state of being. She held a conversation with the other two about local coffee shops and music in the top forty though one trended more country to hers and the other girl’s R&B tinged leanings. After a few minutes of the sort of bored chit chat that serves the purpose of filling time, Jeremy re-entered the room with them to go over the procedures, risks and was sure not to tell them what the aim was of the experiment so the results would not be swayed. Sanctity always enjoyed being involved in Jeremy’s little world, as it kept her informed on the latest discoveries and technologies keeping her ahead of the curve. Once he laid down the ground rules for the experiment, he produced the waiver contracts with the fine print. She had read over a similar form several times before and was quick to sign, entrusting him that he would not put her in harm's way. The other two young women present had a few more questions but eventually he collected all three forms with signatures.

Jeremy left the room and returned with three beverages. All tap water he insured, but next to them were small, clear plastic cups containing two cylindrical pills each around the same size as a Tylenol. Paperwork signed, adverse reactions noted, it was down the hatch for all three of them. Satisfied that they were swallowed and making their way into the trio's bloodstreams, Jeremy collected cups from all three. Sanctity had no problem with this routine having done it a number of times before. The other two young women seemed only slightly on edge, but hey money was money, and the risks sounded minimal enough. As the enzymes were dissolved and all three were breathing an hour later, they were released with notes on what to watch for, and what to avoid. One of the few things on the list was genetic materials orally should be avoided along with a few animal proteins. A weird clause that was buried in a few other ones. Several more were about consumption of fluids or some plants including cannabis. Even one that involved the inhalation of leaded or high-octane fumes being a possible catalyst, but all of these were stated with a disclaimer that only merely mild side effects may occur with these happenstances. Sanctity while last to leave let Jeremy know that she would be heading out to a Boring suburb to meet a man who was about ten years older than her but less traveled than her. Hiding his own internal consternation, he wished her well and to notify him about anything that she needed to tell him. He would be well informed and tested as it turned out the next day, but nonetheless intended to keep his promise.

Driving down the stoplight riddled roads that merged lanes for seemingly no reason, she emerged from the Toyota Avalon Lyft sent her way. She was meeting the guy at a local Italian restaurant. After the awkward find after she walked in the door, the two met eyes. All of Sanctity’s five-foot frame looked radiant as usual, adorned with her bright smile. The guy she was meeting noticed her right away and was pleased that she looked even better in person than her profile picture had suggested. Together they ate dinner, as Sanctity just had to try his veal parm and her date a bite of her chicken piccata. One shared tiramisu for dessert later, he picked up the check without hesitating and asked her what she was game for. Having thoroughly enjoyed the evening so far and her moderately attractive date, they decided that watching a movie together at his condo would be agreeable. After he microwaved a bowl of popcorn, he put on the MST3k version of a cheesy 70s kaiju movie starring the absurd turtlesque Gamera. Together they discussed the ridiculous nature of the film, what they would do if they were skyscraper sized and laughed at most of the jokes. Unfortunately, many references went over her head being a Liberian national, but she got the gist for the most part. After TV’s Frank pushed the button, the credits rolled asking to keep circulating the tapes, and the stinger played, her date moved in close. While she would usually show more hesitation in such situations, something felt off tonight, but in a good way. She even realized that maybe this had to do with the pills that Jeremy administered earlier and made a mental note to add it to her side effect notebook later on. But for now, things were getting hot and heavy with the man on the couch when she suggested that they move into the bedroom to which he gladly agreed.

Once in the bedroom she felt the urge to lose her clothing rapidly as even for her smaller stature her perfect c-cup breasts were something she was proud of and glad to share. Her date seemed to enjoy them as well, licking and kneading them in an erotic manner and she pulled down her panties and climbed into bed with him close behind. Normally, Sanctity was a marathoner, not a sprinter in the sack, but tonight she felt more energized than normal. After several hours of intense lovemaking, she finally wore her date out and he fell asleep. He was decent enough for being in his early thirties to her 23 years of age, but after he began to snore Sanctity used her fingers to fill in the gaps for a few minutes before she herself crept into a deep slumber. The next morning a few things had changed, though she was able to convince him to make good use of his morning wood. However, much to his own surprise, it was her enthusiastic sexual energy that was wearing him thin. Normally, he was a big opponent of breakfast as he kept his physique by the see-food diet. If he did not see the food, he would not eat it, and therefore kept the pantry light. This saddened Sanctity as she loved a big breakfast and sadly had to make do. She wanted to spend more time with the man after such an exuberant night together, but he said he had plans that day. Luckily for her he was a man of his word and said he would drive her back to her apartment in the city. The town of Boring was only about 30 minutes from Portland, so it would at least be a nice change of pace from the other modes of transportation that she was used to. After a nice, shared shower with the man getting as dirty as clean, they headed towards the parking lot attached to his unit.

Heading down the stairs to the second floor, her date’s Brown Nissan Murano was parked just a short walk away. Between the cushy tan leather seats, and memories of her dates plowing from the night before, Sanctity began to fish around for the fly on his pants. At first, he was surprised but the garage wasn't too busy this time of day, so he figured why not. Besides, he was parked between a larger Chevy Trailblazer and Dodge Ram pickup, so the CUV they were in was shielded from most prying eyes. With a fiery look in her big brown eyes, she looked at him and his apprehension melted away as she found what she was looking for. Pulling out his big unit from the hastily unzipped fly, she first used her tongue to tease his member before fully deepthroating it. Normally, she would not engage in such behavior, especially in a semi-public space like this, but today just felt different, like something big was going to happen. On the other hand, even receiving some stellar fellatio, the man could not help but feel some sense of impending doom. Sanctity for her part was really going to town on him, trying her best to coax out a little more love juice before her ride back to the city. Momentarily forgetting his better instincts, the man let loose a wicked shot into her waiting gullet. Normally she would spit at this point but fatefully went to swallow instead. While not the most filling breakfast, Sanctity almost immediately felt a strange sensation in her gut as the seminal fluid slid down her throat. At first, she felt like she was full having eaten a large meal, even though the breakfast was notably lacking. As if that was not enough, she also began to notice her clothes getting tighter, something was definitely off but as she wiped her lips her date had also picked up that something was askew.

Miles away, Jeremy was experimenting on the latest pills when something strikes him in the scenarios he is running on the gene editing models. The numbers were off the charts when the stimuli mixed with the amino acids found in the human digestive systems or absorbed through the lungs. All the machine learning with the other results in test animals had not noticed this until well after it was deemed experimental safe for human consumption. He realized that he had already administered doses to three test subjects opposed to the three similar girls in the control group getting the good old sugar pills. Of course, he decided to call Sanctity first that afternoon, but she would beat him to the punch in letting him know she would not be able to receive his call. For now, he added the results to his laborious lab software, noting the margins of error and other more likely results. This was far from conclusive, as the intended benefits had been offered for most other test subjects like the lab rats and rabbits. This helped him show less concern for the results from the latest findings, as these outcomes seemed like extreme outliers. Besides, even if they were realized, he was not sure what effect, if any, the edited genes would have on the human body, and whether they could pose a threat. This was on the cusp of nanotechnology, and therefore had some programming built into the designer DNA. Little did he know that the supercomputers running the scenarios would not be able to take into account how well the cells not only self-replicated, but also how they would enact subtle changes to their structures to stave off the so-called kill codes embedded into them. As Dr. Ian Malcolm once stated some 25 years earlier,
‘Life… _                                                         _                                                                                _ finds a way.’.
Bearing this in mind, he still picked up his smartphone to check in on how the date went with Sanctity. Before he could dial though, the stream of headlines caught him off guard and fully distracted him from his original task. A few minutes later he would realize just how futile the call would have been.

After using her arm to wipe her lips of leftover seminal residue, Sanctity felt a little strange. First, a filling feeling began to emanate from her gut, but as the cells interacted it was overcome by how tight her clothes were starting to become. For his part, her date was too concerned by his post-orgasmic bliss to initially pick up on what was going on. As Sanctity started to feel uncomfortable in her own clothes, she let out a peep right as the tearing and stretching of fabric announced itself over the bass of the mp3 her date was playing on the car speakers. He finally snapped to attention as a weird occurrence occupied his front seat. One that was quickly going from curiosity to mortal threat. Sanctity was relieved that at least her bra was unclasped by her date as he gladly had just kneaded her c-cup breasts. Her shoes slipped off, but the rest of her clothes were in tatters around her soon, as her head suddenly bumped the metal roof of the CUV. As her date watched incredulously, her left arm and shoulder were soon pressing him involuntarily against his seat. There would be no escape. Losing sight and rapidly oxygen as well, he heard the strained sounds of metal bending followed by an explosion of glass breaking. Sanctity was conscious and felt his struggles but could do nothing to alleviate them and was distracted by her own. His did not last for long as she sadly felt him squished as her heavier arm accidentally tore the driver door off the hinges slamming into the pickup truck next to her hard. The passenger door followed next, slamming into the SUV next to her. Getting progressively larger, Sanctity dragged her feet through the dashboard ripping it out of the disintegrating Nissan Murano around her and was able to lay down flat as her head was nearing the deformed roof of the passenger compartment. Feeling first the shocks bottoming out, then all four tires bursting in quick succession, the madness around her continued as her head neared the roof and liftgate of the diminishing vehicle. Ripping it off the hinges as she grew bigger, Sanctity was thankful he parked at the end of the lot closest to the windows. Her head was now sticking out of the back of the mangled CUV as her shoulders and hips filled up what remained of the passenger compartment. As she faced up at the gray February sky, her view helped ease the claustrophobic feeling as her legs pressed on. Her nude body had almost fully enveloped the vehicle as her flat tummy pressed into the roof and her breasts now stood outside the vehicle following her head out the window. Her legs were growing as well and soon her bare feet began to interact with a row of unseen traffic in the garage. Sanctity was unsure how much longer the structure would be able to hold out or when the growth would stop, but for now she just tried to enjoy the ride.

On the roof of the parking garage, several people were just starting their day having left the apartment and parked up high to avoid the pesky concrete columns. An older gentleman in a black Ford Expedition had just finished loading his large SUV with fishing gear to see what he could catch. He had just pressed the start button to fire up the behemoth machine when he turned his favorite station 26 on his Sirius radio. He looked up to give a quick glance and smile to a middle-aged woman as she walked over to her blue Nissan Maxima sedan. She was heading towards the city for work and did not want to terry too long. She placed her thermos of iced coffee that she prepared in her apartment into the cup holder and utilized the push button start to get the heated seat warmed. As the two sat there in their respective vehicles, they were unaware of the commotion going on in the floor below. The woman in the sedan had her heart skip grabbing her steering wheel as she swore she heard something below and felt a little sinking feeling. The man in the larger SUV was still jamming at the time and his larger shock absorbers had him miss the first motions but there was no mistaking the next. In an outward explosion of gray dust, a twenty-foot chasm opened up, swallowing parts of five parking spots and two parked vehicles into the gap. If that was not startling enough the sound of metal scraping and bending was loudly present now. Aside from the sharp tone of carnage below caused by the dragging wreckage, the rumbling continued. The gray dust was starting to disperse and the two swore they saw something dark, brown and huge in the newly created hole sliding past. As the concrete beneath their tires started to sag and feel uneven, they both thought that they would be next into the unknown with whatever beast lurked below, but fate had other plans. In an explosion of hardened concrete, two enormous ebony feet emerged with toes roughly the size of refrigerators and growing as they moved beyond the shaky structure. Another crashing sound behind them unveiled twin perky breasts each the size of a house getting larger by the second. The rumbling continued as the two residents of the apartment complex were too dumbfounded to register a response to these unexplainable happenings. Their blood ran cold as they realized they were now on the rise, as their situations worsened.

In an explosion of metal Sanctity’s shoulders burst through the remaining shell of the CUV she had been laying in and started pushing and shoving the pickup next to her. She heard the skidding tires as her growing body easily moved the heavy truck and another SUV into other vehicles parked nearby. The soles of her feet tickled as she felt an unseen car trying to resist her mass before it was accordioned into a support beam. Tilting her foot sideways, she easily busted through the column itself causing a partial collapse of concrete around her ankle and shin. As her feet pressed on towards the other end of the parking structure, more and more of the internal structure of the building was compromised. Sanctity could also feel dozens of parked cars and trucks getting helplessly shoved and squashed by her enlarging body. Some were pushed clear through window gaps, but most were mashed by her rapidly expanding mass into twisting balls of metal and oils. In an explosion of dust, concrete and twisted metal, her feet finally cleared the other side of the structure. This allowed her to comfortably return her feet to their natural upright position, though this twisted her legs a smidge which sucked the two cars that fell from the top story under her smooth thighs in a mess of sparks. The building was in poor shape now, with so many support columns replaced by beautiful ebony skin, Sanctity now realized that she was supporting the weight of the entire top floor of the garage. And yet she still continued to grow. As her head pressed out from the parking structure, she could just see the top floor and the parked vehicles up there from beyond the bridge of her nose. Her shoulders and arms were now nearly out of the building as well as she completely enveloped the second floor of the rapidly destroyed facility. Below her shapely ass, she felt a short drop and what felt like crumbling sand with hairs in between. As she suspected this was the first story collapsing under the growing weight, flattening all the small automobiles within and getting poked by the rebar as the concrete crumbled. Sanctity was surprised as she did not feel like the structure was too heavy for her size and as she continued to grow, her body stretched out of the former second floor on all sides continuing to lift the remaining third floor ever higher. It was now her expanding nude body began to interact with surrounding roads and structures.

The man in his Ford Expedition on the top floor of the garage turned on his truck and thought about trying to exit down to the next level but thought better of it hearing all the metal wrenching sounds going on below. This was especially true after he watched the chasm open up and swallow two smaller cars which were squashed by a mysterious dark brown entity on the level below. The shaking had gotten quite jarring as his fishing poles clattered about and a tackle box fell from the hanger and busted open spilling lures all over the back seats. The woman in her Nissan sedan nearby had also thought better of trying to exit and together with a dozen other cars and trucks felt they were starting to lift upwards. There was a brief, frightening moment when the lower levels of the garage collapsed under Sanctity’s body when they dropped several feet, but once the giantess squashed the first floors it was nowhere to go from here but up. In her rearview mirror beyond the edge of the structure, the woman could not believe her eyes as the huge nose of a young black woman rose above the wall and continued moving on along with her head as she laid down beneath her level. The remaining structure shuddered heavily as next a pair of perky, brown breasts freed themselves from the constrictive structure. Hearing even more destructive sounds as this gigantic woman’s body only grew larger with each passing moment and had started to interact with the nearby apartment complex. The terrible crashing noise on the other side of the concrete parking garage occurred after her feet freed themselves and were no less jarring. Soon the two watched helplessly as her exaggerated body parts grew ever larger, and two well toned and enormous arms emerged from either side of the structure, as the sounds of metal grinding was finished as her body had already completely shoved all the remaining vehicles out of the building or squashed them completely. Now most of the noise was further away as her rack rose bigger on one side and feet on the other, stretching into the distance destroying whatever they touched. This went on for several harrowing minutes as they rose higher and higher as the giant woman grew to almost half a mile in height, marooning them on the flat plane of her lower stomach. Finally, when the growth had ceased, they could feel that they were hundreds of feet in the air as their ears had popped, as an uneasy stillness was pierced by some eerie sounds and motions. As the giantess breathed in and out, the whole parking level was at her mercy rising up and down as her enormous lungs filled with air. They could also feel and hear her great heart beating through the seemingly all too flimsy shells of their vehicles, shaking them to their very souls. Unfortunately for them the great giantess had noticed her growth had stopped and had decided to sit up and take note of her surroundings at her inhuman scale.

Sanctity now left the diminishing parking garage all the while remaining in the same spot. Her expanding body overshadowed the structure's footprint and began to interact with all sorts of surrounding suburban items and buildings. Her thickening ebony skin seemed impervious to anything it touched, overwhelming it with her sheer enormity and continued growth as it was nearly impossible to outrun her body. Sanctity felt as her head and shoulders started to crush the apartment complex that she had spent the night in before with ease. She felt a little helpless and was scared that many people were still inside the building as she accidentally crushed it under her mass. Her shoulders and feet took out power lines and parked cars on the roads as if they were made of tinfoil, with sparks flying from transformers as they exploded in an array of white light cutting power to the area. Feeling the slightest of tingles near the heels of her thick soles followed by the thin hairlike wires snapping against her told Sanctity that the utility companies would have their work cut out for them. She winced when her shoulder and arm crushed a sizable house into a pile of splinters as she kept on growing. Luckily the town she was getting larger in was sparsely populated, but ever the environmentalist, she was saddened by the many trees she was uprooting and crushing. Still, she marveled at how small things were becoming. As her back cleared the remains of the apartment building, squishing dozens of people beneath her, she watched helplessly as her shoulder approached another street. The homes were on the smaller side, but the entire scenario had words escape her and even if she told them to run, where would they be able to go? She just let fate take it’s course as she watched the small homes pop and crunch one after another. She watched a little minivan desperately trying to find an escape on the dead-end street and thought she would help by trying to flick the dice sized vehicle out of harm's way. Instead, it exploded in a mini fireball and remained stuck to her pointer finger as a charred, twisted mass of metal. Finally, the small street had completely vanished under her growing body as she could no longer even feel the parking garage’s top floor anymore. The strange feeling subsided as she realized her growth had slowed before it stopped altogether. There she lay, in shock from what had just happened as her mind raced for what to do next. She knew she had likely crushed hundreds of people into oblivion, but she could not help it. The ground was settling and warming underneath her as she lay there, and looked around at the businesses which were the size of matchbooks, cars and trucks were like grains of rice and people, well, even laying on the ground and squinting she had a hard time picking any out. But seeing the cute sized vehicles on the move she knew they must be out there, and tears welled in her big brown eyes as she realized just how terrified that they must be of her. Her eyes were naturally drawn to the flashing blue and white lights on a few of the rice sized cars approaching her and was unsure of what to make of them.

The first call to the 911 dispatch center that morning was an automated one from a local parking garage that had first one, then several sensors trip. The aging structure had been known to send false alarms as it reached the end of its service life but when most of them went off in sequence it set off red flags. Fire and rescue were sent to the scene, unsure of what they would find. Being rural, the ladder truck also served as a Mack pumper and was idled and ready. As the large truck pulled up towards the apartment complex, they could not believe their eyes. The profile of an enormous young woman’s head was smashing into the complex as it got ever larger. Beyond that nearer to the road were two perky brown breasts, but more massive in size than most buildings downtown and getting larger. Dispatch thought they were playing a cruel joke at first until the flood of 911 calls broke the server. It would seem indeed something big was going down, and police were sent to the evolving scene. As the fire crew noted the growing peril, they realized that they were too close after leaving their truck near a hydrant. As the treeline exploded into splitters mere feet from the firetruck, they reached it trying to turn over the motor. Damn thing always took a few seconds to go and they were now in Sanctity’s shadow. Trying to race the slow truck back to daylight they got sprayed as the hydrant was flattened by the giant arm heading their way. A desperate mayday call to dispatch cut short as the large vehicle was caught and crushed like a gum wrapper beneath her idle skin. As the first few county sheriff's Dodge Ram pursuit vehicles made their way there, the first few pickups beat a hasty retreat as the growing giantess chased them down. Not all of them made it but as suddenly as she had appeared her growth had finally ceased. Setting up a command unit the local air wing scrambled it’s traffic helicopter from the city, as several other news choppers began to gather in the distance. Once word got out that a half mile tall ebony beauty had appeared in the suburbs, it was a rush to have visual confirmation. Being as large as she was that morning she could be seen from miles around. The buzz reached downtown Portland now as people were nervous and curious about what the giant woman intended to do. Unfortunately for them she had yet to make up her mind as she gathered information herself, but it was clear that whatever she decided, there would be little chance to convince her otherwise. As her big brown eyes clearly looked down at the miniscule police trucks, one officer got onto a bullhorn to try to communicate with the giant woman. Others took defensive positions, noting the futility of the situation should she turn hostile. But at her size, most things on the human scale were just a blur, and she could not see nor have cared about the guns drawn. After they tried asking her questions to no avail, she frighteningly began to move, revealing that on her flat stomach she had guests along for the ride.

Hearing the sounds of destruction get fainter as they rose ever higher, it was replaced by the giantess’s own rhythmic breathing and heartbeats as the giant woman who they rested uneasily upon’s growth finally ceased. It was apparent that they were hundreds of feet above the ground, surrounded by a sea of thick dark brown skin that smelled semi sweet as if the beast had recently stepped out of the shower. Hoping that the monstress would somehow not notice their presence was helped along as they heard clear sirens going off in the distance and that the authorities were there. While too far to hear what was said on the bullhorns it seemed to be for naught as the world around them suddenly began to shift. The giant woman had begun to sit up, and all the vehicles on the top floor of the former garage were affected by this sudden motion. The flimsy structure slid into her smooth thighs, the momentum of the tiny cars and trucks carried them into a pile up in a massive collision. Unfortunately for the man and woman in their vehicles up there, this created a ramp which their helpless vehicles bounced off of. As the man tried desperately to gain enough traction to stay in place, it was futile as the angle of the deck had shifted so all four of his tires spun uselessly. The bitty Ford Expedition hit an overturned Jeep Patriot, tumbling down into an alien forest. He must have fallen several stories before the glass around him broke and airbags went off. Having braced for a hard impact, he was surprised when his entire heavy SUV was held aloft in a coily forest of thick ropy black strands. It did not take him long to realize that he was trapped in the giantess pubic hairs. As he thought out his next move above him he watched a few more vehicles plunge over the edge. He hoped they were unoccupied but little did he know the blue sedan that sailed past held one mortified occupant who was about to get the worst of it. As the middle aged woman also tried in vain to gun her engine, the spinning front tires of her Maxima spun violently around sending her flying the hood of a tan Ford Taurus ricocheting her car in an arc almost a hundred feet down. She landed with a splash almost and was immediately surrounded by wet, bright pink walls that enveloped her car in seconds. While thankful for the seemingly soft landing her relief was short lived as the pulsating walls seemed to draw her in deeper, breaking the glass in her car and a pungent ooze flooded in. Starved of oxygen the engine quickly cut off and would not restart, though there was an air bubble in the cabin for now. Her battery continued to function as well, which was a good thing as her interior lights were the only things she could see with as the slimy pink and brown beast surrounding her in a vice, flexing body panels inwards along with the unbearable pressure. That is to say nothing of the intense heat and strong odor, which easily clued her in to what part of the giant woman’s anatomy her car was now stuck in. The woman knew she was in dire straits and could only hope that somehow she would be rescued. The sound of Sanctity's heartbeat pounding loudly above was the only one she could hear now, as suddenly the dark world shifted. The giantess was on the move.

As Sanctity lay there, sadly fearing how many people her beautiful body had just crushed, she looked out at the gathering police presence near her pretty face. They were so pathetic, even up close they were just a blur, squinting through the tears was no help. She could hear the crack of a squeaky bullhorn, but none of the words made it through. Not sure of what to do, she decided to get a grasp of her surroundings and go from there. As she began to sit up, she felt tons of debris dislodged from her firm back raining to the ground as a hailstorm of pulverized building materials and splintered trees and sod. There was also something on her tummy that she instinctively pressed her thighs together to catch. Looking down past her heaving chest, she realized it was the top floor of the former parking lot she was in, no bigger than a few saltine crackers. More alarming there was a pile of tiny rice sized cars and trucks, all along the wall closest to her smooth thighs. Once again, she felt heartbroken that her date had been crushed by her expanding body, along with countless others under her already. She wanted to try her best to spare anyone else who might be in the garage and gently as she could, brought her right hand underneath it. Surprisingly, it was so brittle and light, she was afraid it would crumble right there in her hand across her belly. Carefully, she lifted it off her stomach and leveled it as best she could, and even gave it a little shake to unpile the mangled vehicles from the far wall. Not wanting to do any more damage to the decapitated structure, she looked for a place where she could deposit it. Looking around, she saw a field hundreds of feet away that would easily hold the building so the authorities could search it for survivors. Sanctity was afraid she was too big and would inadvertently squish any cars or trucks she tried to search anyways. Setting down the ruined building in the field, she looked at her new surroundings and how remarkably small everything was. Of course, the police were there and they had already gotten the comically inadequate bullhorn out to try to communicate with her, while hiding behind their beetle sized cruisers. Sitting up now, Sanctity truly towered over them so far below, completely naked to the world. She was never ashamed of her body, though was not looking to share it with the world in this manner as the faint sound of helicopter rotors buzzed in the distance drawing nearer. Not able to understand what the ant-sized police officers were saying from behind their bitty pickup trucks, she sadly noticed a lot of red and white lights on dozens of ambulances and fire trucks waiting to try to find any survivors in the rubble she had accidentally caused. Still, through the welling tears and fear of the loss of life her size surely caused, there was something alluring in the power she now held over everything around her. She even cracked a smirk realizing that rather than being able to sit in the back of the police Tahoe below, the large SUV could easily fit in her nostril, ear or belly button, let alone more cavernous portions of her anatomy. Regardless of whatever the mini police were saying, she knew she had to move somewhere else, and wanted to try to keep the damage to a minimum. Still, being nearly a half mile in height and the mass that came with it would be a hard task not squashing anything, but as she turned while sitting there it suddenly hit her. Near her in the distance was the shadow of one of her favorite places to hide out in solitude, Mt. Hood. The worst fear of all the mites were realized, as the giantess shifted in her position and started to move.

Noting the futility of trying to communicate with a woman who was so gigantic, dispatch continued to relay all of the communications as the command post hastily set up in what felt like a safe perimeter from the big beauty was buzzing. By now the FBI, military and the executive branch of the White House had been informed. In fact, with news crews and helicopters beaming the first pictures of the naked young woman across the world, almost everyone knew about what was happening. Fire and rescue vehicles were lined up on the many roads which were now blocked or cut off by an errant limb of the giantess, hoping that their services would not be moot as anything so much as touched by her dark skin was quickly pulverized. As the local police force milled about and was joined by other responding jurisdictions, an alarming turn of events began to unfold. The torso of the woman began to shift and what’s more, they heard something else shift with it in a cacophony of metal wrenching somewhere near her stomach. Then a hand with five fingers over 100ft each rained down sod on some of the idle rescuers as her hand passed frighteningly overhead, briefly blocking the sun. Going towards her flat stomach, they were mortified to see what she was reaching for, as in one hand she was easily able to hold the top floor of the parking garage she had been inside several minutes earlier. Frantic communications over short band radios paused briefly as she scanned around her before settling on a field almost a quarter mile from where she was situated, eliciting a contingent to try to make their way to it to try to assist anyone who was caught up in the giant woman’s growth. Minutes later when responders arrived they would be disappointed to only find a dozen, empty mangled vehicles scattered about the heavily damaged concrete structure. All attention was still on the giantess now as she sat up her great body giving people for many miles around the first look at her. Her body hinted that at her normal stature she would have been petite with supple, perky breasts hanging high above the ground in the morning air. Those with the view behind her were treated to a horrific spectacle, as her back was speckled with the remains of her growth spurt. From her short, black natural hair there were countless pieces of debris, mainly crushed building debris, splintered trees and flattened vehicles that were hard to distinguish the higher one looked on her nude back. The shifting of her smooth skin dislodged many tons of this detritus from her, plummeting up to a quarter mile into her previous impact zone near her perfect ass, causing many to duck for cover from the unintended assault. As the tiny police force continued to try to communicate with the goddess and helicopters approached, it seemed she had made her mind up as to what the next move would be. While her big brown eyes looked as if the giantess was saddened, her arms shot down to her sides as she started to move. The great woman was starting to stand to her full half mile height, and no one but her could be sure just what the next moves would be, only that they would have a devastating impact on wherever her limbs may land. They could only hope her intentions were good ones as it would be a tall task to convince her otherwise from whatever the giant ebony woman’s intentions may be.

As Jeremy finished staring at double helixes all morning with alarming results, he reached for his phone to call Sanctity to check in on her when his lock screen had a strange headline. Before he made it to the phone app on his device a quizzical headline read; BREAKING NEWS, giant black woman sighted in the suburbs of Portland, Oregon. Such a tantalizing scroll, Jeremy immediately knew he had to click on it. Though, as if they had buried the lede that he knew who she was, he read the short article as it ended abruptly as it said that the situation was developing at the time and there would be more news when it became available. Sure enough, even though the website was a local news affiliate, many national news outlets had already picked up the story as well. After excitedly reading a number of articles on this newsworthy event, he only came up with more questions than answers. He heard many helicopters pass overhead heading in the same direction. He decided he had done enough lab work for the morning and would go downstairs to the break room where they had a tv set hooked up to a cable box to see what he could find out on the news. Jeremy had all but forgotten about checking in on his friend Sanctity, but turning on the set after he fished his sandwich from the refrigerator reminded him immediately. Right there on CNN was the breaking news that a giant ebony woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties and was approximately 2,500 feet tall had emerged in a suburb nearby his laboratory. Stunned, he annoyingly watched the news anchors pontificating as the video image of her was buried in a small box in the corner that was unclear on the old 480p tube TV set. Suddenly, the image switched to the giantess, and he was shocked when the helicopter camera angle swung around to reveal her torso as she sat there. Dropping his sandwich on the ground in disbelief, it was the girl he had a crush on who was part of his experiment the afternoon before, Sanctity. Looking down at his phone, he realized that dialing her now would be kind of a moot point, as indeed her phone was flattened inside the lower half of the Nissan that was also crushed with many other vehicles in the crater of her ass. He was almost embarrassed to be turned on as he was, as it was impossible to be able to censor the image of his fully naked friend, as her perky breasts hung far above the landscape. He realized that as tall as she was, he might be able to see her from the roof of the building, so he ran to the elevator to get to the 7th floor. Using his key to open the roof access door, he ran to the side of the building looking southeast and sure enough in the distance she sat there. Too distant to pick up many details about her expression or otherwise, he was still amazed how he could pick her out as she towered above the suburbs over ten miles away from where he was. And what was more impressive was the fact that she was still sitting down, but to the horror of those watching all over the world, Sanctity had started to stand up. Jeremy watched in amazement and almost forgot that he left his phone down in the breakroom and knew he needed to call his professors who ran the lab to let them know if they had watched the news, then ease them into the findings from the computers that morning.

In the uneasy shelter of his black Ford Expedition, the man who originally was hoping the fish would bite that morning instead found his entire multi-ton SUV strung up in the coily pubic hair of an unaware giant woman. Being only able to see a portion of the sky through his cracked windshield and sunroof through a tangle of black, rope-like hairs, he knew the situation was dire and dared not try to exit the vehicle. By the angle, it seemed the woman was sitting up and he could hear various sirens and helicopters buzzing around too. Then in a blur of motion, the giant woman stood up giving him a dizzying view of the ground far below. It was still partially obscured by her gargantuan body and thankfully he could not see the thousand+ foot drop directly below, but he got a sense of the height from the urban horizon. As the giantess stretched for a few moments, she then slowly turned towards the Cascade mountains and towards the peak of Mt Hood several miles away. He could almost see the lake he wanted to fish at, just a mere puddle from his vantage point now. Nothing could prepare him for the jarring impact of her first footsteps as Sanctity walked gingerly at first but slowly changed her stance, shaking his whole dangling truck. He was worried it would jar loose and plummet to the ground, but her hairs held it tight. Occasionally, he would get a glimpse of her arms swinging by, with fingers like brown tree trunks that looked to be able to uproot a skyscraper if they wanted to. While he was happy her motion had stopped, a sudden plummeting downwards occurred as the nude giantess squatted, reaching for something beyond his view. A heart stopping metal wrenching sound followed as her hand returned with many dozens of cars and trucks in her upturned palm. He could not see that they were unoccupied and from a nearby scrapyard, but it was an awesome display of power, nonetheless. Hearing a loud but unmistakably feminine voice say something about pollution, he was mortified when she closed her hand into a fist, dripping brown oil between her closed fingers. Opening her hand once again revealed all that remained was one large, amorphous multi-colored ball dripping with fluids that also stained her perfect skin. Dropping the blob to the ground, he felt a crunch from her footfall, as she stepped on the remains further twisting the metal. Crouching again, she reached nearby, and to his horror had a handful of busses and RVs in her hand now. Most of these had been out of service for years, but the implications of her power were clear as a similar fate met these heavy-duty vehicles at the hands of the young woman. He thought he heard some shots ring out far below but could not be certain. Seemingly satisfied with what she had wrought, the giantess began to move once more, sending tremors through his SUVs cabin, though that was nothing compared to what was happening on the ground or nearby inside her cavernous cunt.

As Sanctity stood up for the first time in many minutes, she felt dizzy a little as her perspective had certainly changed since she last walked around the parking garage minutes earlier. In fact, she tempted fate and looked down by her feet far below to try to get an idea what the damage was from her body lying there. Wherever she had been laying down she realized there was no way anyone could have survived the utter devastation her heavy body wrought. Sanctity was especially distraught over the flattened square pile of rubble that was the parking garage next to the demolished apartment building she had spent the night in. Upon standing she also felt a little dirty as what felt like grit, sand and small pebbles fell off her nude ass and legs. At the time it did not register that these were actually full boulders, building fragments and crumpled vehicles. Crashing hundreds of feet to the ground below, these did untold damage to the surrounding areas and first responders gathered. Noticing the buzzing of several nearby news helicopters, many embolized by various local and national media outlets, she was comfortable with her nudity quickly as now everyone had seen her goods at this point. She did take good care of herself and while not able to control her height when she was 5ft tall, her features all grew in proportion with her body highlighting them like never before. Looking all around her, she decided that tiptoeing would be best to try to keep damage minimal. However, being so extraordinarily heavy, this proved risky as all the weight placed on her toes caused them to sink deep into the soil and vegetation she was aiming for. To reduce the risk of a catastrophic fall, she quickly shifted her strategy to half steps. There was a lot of activity down by her feet now, as the pill sized emergency vehicles had gathered on many of the roads surrounding her. For her part she just wanted to be left alone and knew where to go but was not against a little naughty experimentation along the way. So long as she kept the loss of life at a minimum, as she knew she must look like a sexy monster but did not want to play the part. Well, maybe just a few harmless tests of her new size, with benefits as some good came of it the way she saw things. After a few gingerly placed steps, she gazed down upon a packed scrap yard. So many polluting cars and trucks whose parts were used to keep other ones on the road, this would be a good place to start. Crouching down towards the ground, she grabbed a handful of the tiny multicolor treasures. Bringing them to her face she examined them in dismay, then balled her hand into a fist enjoying the way all the metal conformed to her. Opening her hand, she was not as happy with the oily results, but dropped the misshapen metal mass back into the vacant junkyard. Next to this was even better, a bus and RV scrapyard. So many dirty diesel vehicles being put out of commission would be a net plus for sure. While these were a little larger than the passenger vehicles, her 200ft long hands had no problems handling and dispatching them in a similar manner to the first. Sanctity was a tad surprised just how much her newfound power was turning her on, as this might need to be addressed soon and she hoped not to get too carried away. Far below near her feet she sadly noted that her display had produced some panic as more bright flashes from behind parked blue flashing lights meant she was being fired upon. Amazingly to her, she could not feel the bullets bouncing harmlessly off her dark skin unless she strained, and even then, she was so tall the little specks were smaller than grains of sand and felt almost no different. Recognizing the area, she was standing next to, she decided to cross the location of one of her worst dates off the map.

Helicopters had to scramble to drop further back to what they perceived as a safer distance as half a mile of woman stretched into the sky. Her wingspan was as long as a general aviation runway, but so far, the FAA was aware of her presence. She was so massive she even showed up on doppler radar returns, but one that could move at such speeds that she was a blip on the map in motion. Regardless, all civilian air traffic including to the airport in Portland was ordered grounded within a seemingly safe 100 miles. As this occurred a few airliners approaching SeaTac International Airport got the view of a lifetime of the giant woman from above. Most viewing the approach towards Mt. Hood had their attention snapped by the passengers who thought they would miss out on the other side of the plane, as Sanctity towered clear over the February landscape. The governor did not want a Cessna plowing into this woman, but even worried about what she would do to a Boeing plane loaded with passengers. As the highest levels of government were now aware and keeping tabs on the giant woman, those closer to the ground felt the brunt of her in motion. Only a few could tell that she was tiptoeing, then heel walking. Even these light movements for her were shaking things up for a few miles, those close seeing her big toe digging eight story holes into the fields. The shaking only picked up when she moved on her heels instead, the tiny people had no idea she was doing this for their protection. One could only imagine what her entire falling body would do to the impact area, let alone for many miles around. So far, the first needs for emergency crews were traffic accidents from distraction, especially on nearby US26 which she slowly was making her way towards. This made it impossible for any vehicles keeping up with her body as it glided along the landscape. The more weight she placed down however, rocked parked cars on their shocks for miles, and damaged structures causing some weaker ones to partially collapse. People were already trapped when she put on a frightening display of just a fraction of her strength, but it allowed a multiple jurisdiction police force to momentarily catch up to her. From there the county sheriff commanded the force as he watched Sanctity’s actions through binoculars. Crouching over a nearby scrapyard, his mouth was agape when he witnessed along with the rest of the world, as she turned dozens of cars and trucks into a single metal ball with little effort. It was a lot to take in and as they all watched her next do the same to some larger vehicles, as they vanished between her tree trunk like fingers. A closed fist squirted notable amounts of fluids that could very well have been blood, perhaps to serve as a warning, but one local detachment took the threat too seriously and made a mistake. A few shells, left under the loveseat in a Winnebago turned scrap between her pointer finger and palm, went off in the ensuing crushing, causing those nearest to think shots had been fired. Weapons already drawn, many aimed at her thick skin and started shooting. The giantess may have peered in their direction, but they could not be sure, it was as if her big brown eyes looked right through them, straining to focus on anything so insignificant to herself. The havoc only continued as the giantess started to move again, and there was no way they would be able to keep up with her, only try to prevent ways from citizens to end up underneath her. The only way to keep her pace now would be on the wing.

Inside the miniature sedan, it had only been a few second sequence that had just ended, but daylight was completely gone, with the only visual cue being the fogged over dashboard lights. The heat and humidity were unbearable, but hauntingly familiar. The middle-aged woman could tell her car was within the body of a truly massive living being and was amazed that the presence of the entire vehicle could somehow go unnoticed. As the seconds passed, the grim reality of her hopeless situation settled in. The slightest, imperceivable movements of the monster's body shunted and shook the tiny car, as the beast's pulse reverberated through the bent frame of the suspended automobile. The little oxygen left was heavily perfumed and tainted with the noxious fumes of the vaginal fluids. Gasping for breath just kept her conscious, but she knew she was not long for this world if things stayed the same. Unfortunately for her, they were about to somehow get worse. The world around was in motion while standing still as the giantess got up and started walking. Motion sickness was a given with the g-forces exerted on her frail human body. Less of a godsend when the motion stopped as Sanctity crouched down again, as a new sickness rained upon her. The walls around her tensed, writhed and closed in at points, as the giant woman’s arousal began to show itself. Somehow more heat, faster pulse and a rain of fluids drenched her filling up to the footwells in her shrinking sedan. Unbeknownst to her outside a vagina the length of a 747, Sanctity was making short work of 120 scrapyard cars like her own. To say the least her arousal was overwhelming and would not need the use of just her hands to be too strong for this meek, weak world. After dispatching another handful of larger trucks and buses, the giant woman had more short walks followed by feelings of power, domination, even if that was not her intention, her loins told her it was undeniable. The cycles of walk, crush, drench was getting more predictable but also more torrential. The shrinking cabin space in the once roomy sedan was filling with ever more vaginal fluid. By now she was unsure if she ended up being crushed along with her car, drowned by Sanctity without her even knowing she was there or most frighteningly, a combination of both. The unlikely third option of being discovered by the young woman who was completely oblivious to her trivial vehicle’s presence and somehow being rescued from the gates of hell who took the form of an ever-wetter set of 65ft labia, glistening in the morning sun as if to say Sanctity had arrived. By now the giantess picked up her pace and headed in an unknown direction where she would seal her fate.

As Sanctity walked, she noticed the power lines shaking violently sending showers of sparks as transformers blew. It was much more noticeable than most cops firing and the muzzle blasts as those were so ineffectual and less visible in daylight. She realized she did recognize this area from almost a year ago. She had one of her worst time’s out she could remember. Being an avid fan of the sciences, she was less than impressed by a man who took her to the North American Bigfoot Museum in town. Of course, she had set the expectations too high when he just mentioned a museum date, blindly winning her over with such a bold move. Turned out it was fantasy, and down the rabbit hole in the halls of the institution, one conspiracy after the next made this a one and done. The staff would be less than pleased with her revisit, but she would need to be careful. She did not want to hurt too many people, it was kind of hard to avoid everyone as she saw dust rise off the ground near buildings and roads, showing no matter how hard she tried, the shaking would occur. While she was no fan of pseudoscience or cryptozoology her intentions weren’t of harm just yet, all the while she injured more people than the fiery traffic accidents by those who were distracted gawking at her impressive body. It’s hard to be a goddess with a conscience, she realized more and more. Sizing herself up, it would appear her big toe alone would be able to cover the entire building, while the rest of her 133m long foot would harmlessly land in a field striking and flattening only a tic tac sized harvester. She moved her foot blocking out the sun on a whole array of buildings including a gas station, motel and restaurant. Luckily for them her current target was much more localized. Even knowing there were helicopters in the distance she let her intentions be known this time, and once Sanctity made up her mind no one else had any say in the matter. In a voice louder than any concert one could hope to attend, Sanctity calmly told them,

“You all better best be stepping out of that bigfoot center now; I want to erase a bad memory off the map. Let’s not be adding too many more erasures to this endeavor.”

Thinking she left no doubt about her intentions little did she know or ultimately care if they heeded her warning. Payback time was to be held with just a tad of discretion as she said to herself, she would consciously try to slow the impact on the building as best she could. Dexterity with her feet was going to be tested, though so would her resolve as this would be her first test of what the slightest purposeful impact of her body on a building of any size. What had happened before was out of her control, but lowering her dipping big toe onto the roof of the building showed who was in power now. The pad of her big toe landed as softly as she could muster, but still felt the infinitesimal weight to her caused it to cave in a little. Wow, she thought to herself, this might be too easy. With her full focus she held it there for several seconds to try to coerce any speck size stragglers to reconsider their lives. Unsure if any made the wrong choice, she simply buried the building. The weight she placed on her toe buried the remains of the building over 50ft deep with the outline of her foot barely visible from space. She had herself a chuckle as she settled the argument on big feet, as there was not enough plaster on the west coast to make a cast of her deep footprint in the adjacent field. The only collateral damage she could see in the field was a motionless tic tac sized harvester that was buried deep into the mud. The feeling of the tiny building imploding the busting up more as she buried did cause Sanctity to become a little flush, and she was unsure if her nether regions outward signs of this showed up. Feeling just a tiny bit embarrassed, Sanctity continued on her way south to visit one of the few things bigger than she now was.

It was a particularly boring weekday in the Bigfoot Museum in Boring, Oregon. Most of the staff was relaxing in the break room near the gift shop as only an older couple with out of state plates gawks at the sparse exhibits, as one of the main curators prattled on about the great mysteries of the unknown. At the eatery, motel and gas station nearby the museum, much more was going on as the area bustled away. A trucker laying in the sleeper cab of his Kenworth started hearing some really whackadoo things going on surprisingly close by over the CB radio, and soon he and the rest of the area felt the vibrations. Soft thuds at first, they quickly grew more jarring, as everyone in the retail establishments were clueless except the clerk at the gas station who saw the aerial view of his very station on a tv behind the counter. Something was off, namely the attractive African American woman towering half a mile into the sky above it. Sanctity’s sweet but amplified voice blasting down on them was enough to alert everyone, rattling the windows and anything made of glass just by talking. While it was hard to determine the exact words the giantess was using, most rushed outside regardless to see what was going on. Panic ensued when they saw the underside of a massive foot pointed big toe first towards them. Her shadow darkened the landscape around her, though as if to drive home the danger of her scale were the outlines of pulverized boulders and even entire splintered trees stuck to the bottom of her feet. Hearing and even feeling some of the crushed stone impacts on the adjacent fields that were insignificant pebbles for the goddess was all the more frightening when she delicately placed her big toe on the roof of the bigfoot museum. Almost immediately the whole building groaned in protest of the mammoth digit, which almost was the same size of the entire facility. A mad rush of people came out the doors as most the patrons in the gas station, restaurant and hotel looked on in horror. Unknown to them as they pressed up against the windows looking on at the besieged building, one gentleman was running to each display in a fool hearted attempt to rescue the faux artifacts. He was the only one left as the giant toe hit, causing many ceiling tiles to fall and fluorescent light fixtures to hang by their wires, swinging perilously. Still, he attempted to reach one last piece, a friendly looking ‘life’ size bigfoot figure but he never made it. Sanctity let her toe drop, crushing the entire puny building and drove it deep underground squishing the tiny man. Even though she tried not to put too much force into her toe tap, she was unaware of the chaos such a close footstep caused to the nearby people. The gust of wind generated by her foot blasted into the gas station as the displaced air broke over windows and even knocked the tractor trailer onto it’s side. The ground heaved violently knocking over all the shelving in the convenience store injuring dozens along with the broken glass. More emergency crews were quickly scrambled to the location as it appeared the goddess then chose to move on. Little did they know it would not be the last time she visited the location.

For the first few minutes after the ebony giantess had mysteriously appeared all her contact with the fragile world around her was incidental, that is until she stumbled upon the scrapyard. This was the first look at the sheer power the giant woman held when she effortlessly turned hundreds of derelict vehicles into a ball of scrap. As she moved on, the authorities watched helplessly as she purposely crushed a nearby museum using only her big toe, thankfully sparing a number of other nearby buildings which stood in the shadow of the rest of her cute toes. Almost immediately, the calls flooded into the crisis centers due to the damage her lone footstep had done. Numerous traffic accidents already had spread ground units thin, but they knew this direct contact needed a bigger response. Rescuers were sent in as the giantess moved on and congregated in the area. As the ambulances arrived, the first responders treated many for broken limbs from falling items on shelves, and cuts from shattered glass. A wrecker was also called to try to right a Kenworth truck that was overturned by the wind generated from the impact and free the trapped driver. Rescuers focused on the gas station area as it was pointless to try to go into her fifty-foot-deep toe print to look for survivors when it was obvious nothing could have made it out of her minimal direct impact alive. As the giantess' pace quickened, air wings were imperative to try to track her activities. By now, her presence was known to the highest levels of the White House as other world leaders watched on nervously. She was so enormous, that even as the many various television sets in the west wing showed different angles of her movements, satellite feeds had locked in on her too. Military helicopters were being scrambled from a nearby airport base as engaging the jets would seem premature and would require too many maneuvers while the choppers could just hover. The ‘boots on the ground’ for now were woefully unable to keep up with Sanctity’s movements though all were aware of the taste of what she was capable of after her showing at the museum. Not to mention the womanly shaped depression further back that took over half a mile of real estate. As the oval office watched on nervously all options were on the table, with the usual warhawks screaming to rain fire down upon the mysterious visitor to the scientific advisors preaching caution, with all sorts of opinions in between.

A quarter mile from the relative safety of the ground, the man trapped in his Ford SUV bounced with every step Sanctity took. He could hear the booms and also felt fortunate enough that his truck did not end up as a sliver of metal stuck to what he was sure were gigantic feet feeling bad for anything that was unfortunate enough to wind up underneath them. The roof of his truck obscured the view of her face as he could only get a glimpse of her ebony pubic mound towering over him on one side, and a shaky view of the horizon at a skewed angle on the other. If only he had sprung for the dual panoramic moonroof he jokingly surmised, as the smaller sunroof had limited visibility of her features. After her frightening display of power a few minutes prior with the vehicles that unbeknownst to him were from a scrapyard, the ride suddenly stopped again. This time the giantess above him let her intentions be known, though her sweet voice was so amplified that it was impossible for him to know what she said, only that it brought a much-needed reprieve from the jarring motions of her body. One light toe-tap later, she was on the move again. As she moved, he decided to try to get her attention by turning on his Expedition and illuminating all the lights and brights, laying on the horn and then risked it all by putting the SUV into 4wdLO and mashing the accelerator. But it was no use, she was so enormous that his entire vehicle was like an insect to her. What’s worse was with a loud, grinding clunk followed by smoke under the hood of his SUV, her pubic hair entwined itself on both axles completely stopping any motion and only pulling him tighter to Sanctity’s body. One thing that he did notice was the heading in which she was going, as on her bouncing movements he got more and more glimpses of the unmistakable outline of Mt. Hood rising into the February haze. While it had been another mild winter on this side of the continental divide, it still had the usual cap of snow this time of year. Through all the chaos, he had almost forgotten that his radio was on, as the gigantic woman who was unaware, she had snared him dominated the senses. She also blocked the radio signal from SiriusXM set on his truck, though it seemed a small cloud or geese flying overhead would give the prerecorded static sound as their signal reliability had been waning for years. Regardless, he turned the news stations on AM but also got strange static with a rhythmic beat. Quickly he realized that this was interference from the nearby giantess’s body and her nervous system. As electricity coursed through her body, he switched to FM radio hoping to be able to hear some news from the outside world. His phone itself was in the tacklebox before it exploded on the backseat, and he dared not leave the safety of the three-point harness in his battered vehicle. It was a success as all music stations seemed to have either affiliated news playing instead of music, and the information was helpful. There was still some static and wind noise as the giantess moved at a swift pace, further from the city weakening the signal. More concerning was that the giant woman had reached the foothills of the mountain now and suddenly turned back toward where she came. In a noisy cataclysm of splintering trees below, she sank down onto her round ass, no doubt creating a very large clearing. There they sat in silence, his view now of the sky above as he tried to get the radio stations back on the air as her body breathing were the main noises he could hear. While she sounded a little under duress, the helicopters approaching must not have helped in this either. Unfortunately for him she was about to find solace in a little relaxation technique with what she had on hand, and for the third party that neither knew was there, this would end in two climaxes simultaneously.

Jeremy picked up his phone and dialed his middle-aged supervisor in what was sure to be an awkward phone call. Answering on the third ring, he asked Jeremy if he had finished running the numbers on his latest experiment and if the trio of test subjects had reported any side effects yet. Jeremy paused in his answer as he knew at least one had major side effects but surely his boss would have noticed by now if he was not so averse to ‘the idiot box’ as he called it. Still, he answered his question with a question seeing if he had turned on the news that day, to which he was given the stately reply that all the news the professor needed to know was fit to print to be seen the next day in the local paper. Jeremy insisted that the font face would have trouble capturing the headlines and that he should really try some form of current media to learn the answer to his previous question. With his lab supervisor's curiosity now piqued, he turned the local news on his radio. Such a stickler, but without a news ticker on the bottom it took almost a minute before the exasperated talk show host recounted the events of the morning thus far; that an enormous young black woman was moving through the suburbs of Portland and heading towards Mt. Hood. Incredulously, the supervisor asked what this had to do with the experiment that they were running via the Crispr software. Jeremy asked if he recognized the girl, to which he got the flat response that he could not see her picture on the radio. He then informed the professor that it was one of the test subjects and that he should probably get out of his shack and down to the lab as soon as he could. Busting through traffic that only increased as he went, the lab supervisor finally arrived to check on the numbers that Jeremy had been running on the computers earlier that morning. Surprisingly, he did not look too stirred but maybe was just in shock as Jeremy played the news live on his phone for the professor to see. They decided that they should formulate a plan as for what to do before they called the authorities to alert them to what they knew. They brainstormed as best they could, but how would you communicate with someone so large, much less understand them. This time they were shocked when they watched her easily crush a handful of junk cars in her hand before they were mortified by her crushing the Bigfoot Museum with her toe. Though the irony of the situation was not lost on them nor their macabre sense of humor. Knowing the information that they did about the subject, namely Jeremy being so close to Sanctity on a personal level, that the two knew that they would prove an invaluable resource to the scientific community that was likely working on solutions. But they both rightly worried about what the more hawkish military might pull on the fragile emotional state of his gigantic friend. Before they came forward, they did their best to come up with some plans to try to communicate with her, but none were very mobile and settled on a simple solution that should work, though it would take some effort on the behalf of the other parts. They only hoped they could unveil this to the right authorities in time before they pushed the mild-mannered Sanctity in fear towards the monster that some may want to make her out to be.

Sanctity felt a little saddened by her first purposeful bodily contact with a building, and even with a little malice. What if someone was inside? Had she unknowingly crushed people to death? She knew her growing body had squashed many already, including the man she had spent her last night with. Yet for some reason the power was a little corrupting, the alluring desire of her supreme invulnerability when before this morning, she had been just a normal woman in her 20s. Now feeling tall trees over seven stories tall folding like moss under her soles, and periphery destruction very little she could be aware of. Alarmed by the wisps of dust that rose along roads and worryingly off buildings during each footstep informed her to tread lightly. She could not see just how much damage her pace caused, and how much worse it could be. Some wisps were dust smoke, or even flocks of startled birds. Still walking as lightly as she could, she moved swiftly towards her destination, the foothills of Mt. Hood. Surprisingly to her even though she was holding back, the tiny insect sized helicopters were losing ground on her fast. It would take them several minutes to reach her location, plenty of time to gather some composure and try to grasp the situation. She still looked up at the mountain, but she barely had to move her neck upwards. Her shadow cast over the forest was now only second to it. Her view of the snow-covered peak was better than any airplane that she had ever been on, as she then looked down at the fractured forest by her feet. With sadness in her eyes, she decided to sit down, even knowing her perfect round ass would crush hundreds of trees and ecosystems under her unfathomable weight. Still, it would feel nice to sit down, so without a word Sanctity sank down towards the ground. If only someone was around to see it, her majestic form and her great assets crashed to earth. Feeling the carpet of trees snapping and splintering beneath her bare skin gave her goosebumps, as she settled down onto the ground. Sitting there with her legs crossed, she joked to herself that if only she was a bit larger Mt. Hood would be the only hood that would be able to pleasure her voluminous womanhood. Still, the way the earth and trees conformed to her size felt soothing along with the slowly approaching helicopters gave her a bit of anxiety and with her mind now fully segued in that direction, she could not see the harm in relieving a little stress. Slowly her long, dark fingers crept down her body, heading for a familiar destination. While giving in to her primal urges was nothing new for the 23-year-old, doing so in such a public setting was not. Still, she correctly wondered if the growth had something to do with the pill from Jeremy yesterday as she had felt different ever since. Mainly more lizard brain than other cortexes, more pavlovian pleasure. Or Freudian, Sanctity was no psych major. Regardless, her fingers briefly brushed her pubic hair before working her clit and lightly caressing her damp folds below. Just rubbing the surface and working her pussy over, her mind raced to thoughts of her handheld junkyard crushes earlier along with the pounding she took the night before and worked herself up quickly. A few minutes of furious fingerwork later brought on a mild orgasm, but as her vaginal muscles tensed, she felt an alien, barely perceivable pop and tingle within. A second later it was gone, and she wrote it off as maybe a small air bubble, not knowing that her orgasm, though minor, took with it another victim. Her focus was on the many helicopters that approached her, and some looked a little fiercer than the normal news choppers which held back a little further. Spying an empty trailer truck on a logging road and her disdain for anyone purposely destroying the greenery, she wiped her wet fingers on the dirt road crushing the big truck into foil. While she did not know what the flying circus wanted from her, she had her guard up.

The sound was like a cross between a car wash and a hailstorm, with crumpling metal loudly protesting in a losing battle. The combatant being the car Sanctity unknowingly ricocheted into her now vast vaginal cavity and it was very one sided from the start. The middle-aged woman trapped within was very aware that her hostess was on the move again, as every step violently shook her shrinking shelter. Occasionally over the madness she could hear and feel the great beast's heartbeat, and at times it got faster she knew another steamy bath seemed on the way. This was no soothing shower, as through the broken windows of her immobilized vehicle poured copious amounts of the giantess’s lust. It was only a brief respite as she felt the falling sensation that had her thankful she kept the strained seatbelt on as Sanctity sat down, as she soon felt the pulse through the living walls start to rage signifying a coming flood. The metal around her flexed inwards several inches first, as if being gripped too strongly on all sides. The miniscule woman knew this was likely it. Her well-designed sedan had no chance and was now less than half it’s former size. The battery had shorted out due to the raging, pressurized torrent, leaving the tiny lady in darkness as she met her fate. Above in the rapid rhythmic booming madness, she could hear a resonating rubbing and sloshing as if she were in the presence of something large moving nearby. These were Sanctity’s hundred-foot fingers, pleasuring her body, unknowing of the consequences to the lousy sized woman. As her phone had fallen minutes earlier from the inverted cupholder to the footwell, it was bricked in the oily soup of Sanctity’s love juice. Overall, the madness came the most haunting sound she would ever hear, so close to the end of her life no less. The low, deep moans of an unmistakably pleased large woman increased in volume as the automobile rapidly shrank in volume. It would not be long but would stretch on into an eternity. When she left her now very flattened former apartment building and walked to her car in her now crushed and decapitated parking garage that morning, she had no idea these would be her very last actions. Noise reaching a fever pitch from a twelve-story pointer and middle fingers followed by a sharper moan, she knew her demise was imminent. Sanctity came in an orgasm that would not be described as earthshaking as it could have been if she let her inhibitions and indulgences get the best of her. But it did mark a more erotic side of her whose only consequence thus far was dealing her pleasure not pain. A victimless crime to calm her nerves so she thought. Saddened by earlier destruction, Sanctity was now coming to terms with her new normal. If she had known the cruel way her body was killing an innocent person in the wrong place at the wrong time, it may have diminished her feelings only slightly. If provoked she would grow to relish the feeling. For now, Sanctity was blissfully unaware of the victim of her crime of passion. As the end came, the mountain of woman above felt barely a muted tingle as the increasingly crushed metal gave more feedback to the giantess. Still, this registered during the moment of climax to her, and Sanctity merely dismissed them as part of her state and was lost in a sea of sensations. With a final couple tenses and pulses of Sanctity’s enormous vaginal muscles, the middle-aged woman had sharp pain all over her body as the passenger cabin of her car collapsed. Helplessly pinned there with most of her ribs and several other bones broken, searing fluid immersed her completely as her lungs filled with the giantess' love juices. After a few agonizing seconds it was finally over, both drowned and crushed to the final soundtrack of her hosts receding heartbeat above, and Sanctity would never be the wiser.

Through the cracked windscreen of his shaken Ford SUV, the view of the blue morning sky was cut into pockets by the coily black vines of pubic hair reaching far above his desperate situation. His large truck was suspended as if trapped in a spider's web, and through his occluded view it suddenly appeared as if the hostess was now heading to collect her capture. But Sanctity was so large and the black paint on his tarnished vehicle made it nearly impossible for the occupied giantess to see him. Still, after the giant woman finished her walk and had sat down giving him some moments to collect his bearings, the shadows of several enormous digits loomed overhead. Five fingers that would not look out of place as tree trunks in a sequoia forest blocked out his view of the sky followed by an ebony palm the size of a baseball diamond. At first, he winced thinking he had been spotted and was being plucked from his predicament, but the giantess had other more sinister plans. The entire cabin of his SUV was jostled as he heard the hairs scraping the black exterior of the truck as Sanctity’s hand passed by, her wide palm now making it dark as night in its shadow. While his only light was coming from his touch screen and dashboard keeping his face aglow, he quickly guessed what the giantess was up to being aware of the female anatomy. As the palm above him flexed and a resonating rubbing began below his suspended ride, he could only hope he did not somehow end up inside what must be a colossal pussy being his truck had little chance to survive such an event. Little did he know that one very unfortunate woman was already living out and dying from this nightmare scenario in her car. Sanctity’s fingers worked faster now as evidenced by the sounds of sloshing as his giant host became ever wetter in her nether regions. At the same time, he dually noted that the heat she was generating was sweltering, rising off her body and causing the interior of his disabled vehicle to become quite toasty. He could hear and feel her gigantic fingers whipping her house sized clit into a frenzy below, the resonance of the rubbing causing an uneasy vibration that shook the loose panels of his metal and plastic shelter. An amplified but subdued feminine moan rose above the madness from high above as the giantess in her seated position neared her climax. As her fingers probed below, the man could hear the splashing sounds as her wetness flooded out in a small spurt, drenching Sanctity’s fingertips. The heavy breathing and panting commenced as the giant woman came down off her high, removing her hand and letting daylight return to the cabin of his truck. As the humid heat subsided, he could smell tinges of a familiar smell, that of feminine arousal permeating the entire cabin of his rattled truck. Off in the distance he then heard a dragging sound along with a metal wrenching screech that he was clueless to the identity of. After the giantess cleaned her fingers off at the expense of a dirt road and unoccupied logging truck, another sound approached. This one was more familiar, helicopter rotors by the score, with some louder ones that he thought might be military from the airshows he had attended. Indeed, the air squadron was closing in along with the news outlets who had all finally caught up to the idle goddess. At this point he was unsure if they would be able to see him in his predicament, as rescue would be difficult, but he did not realize that he was not their priority.

By now the news media was desperate for a scoop or story and had put forth all sorts of crackpot theories as to Sanctity’s origins, be it both domestic or foreign. While some networks were measured in their initial assessments, other conservative networks parroted the darker conspiracy theories from the internet. Many websites were already rife with strange ideas as to where the giant woman’s origins were, with many blaming African countries with images of Sanctity’s appearance. The giantess being a Liberian national was fueling the conservative news flames and the highest levels of government were rushing to try to get any leads that they could as to how exactly this young woman had gotten so large. All sorts of tips and hints flooded the hotlines for the agencies as internet sleuths with nascent face matching technology came to a number of conclusions. It was the highest levels of government that first uncovered her true identity, though knowing that a 23-year-old had become so large that she could alter the landscape still took precedence. The local military commander had scrambled the first military helicopters, a couple of Blackhawks and Apaches that would intimidate most other armed forces in the world yet might do little to deter a woman who saw them as the size of a housefly. Meanwhile, several F-35 jets were idled, though most felt confident that if any other threats should arise that the missiles and rockets on the helicopters with their tank armor killing capabilities would prove worthy adversaries should the giantess turn her ambitions to violence. As air traffic controllers changed the vectors for the news helicopters the military was in constant contact with the civilian channels to clear space for their attack choppers. They positioned four whirlybirds around her torso as they watched in awe as she finished pleasuring herself. They were told to hold their positions and await further instructions as the commanders and air marshals plot the rules of engagement with a half mile of woman staring them down. The leaders noted she was in an area where risk of accidentally harming civilians was minimal, but also that she was not currently posing a threat. The whole world watched now as the big beautiful brown eyes of the giantess looked down at the puny black choppers with so much weaponry pointing at her as the post orgasmic bliss faded. It was a strange standoff where no one knew who would make the first move. Several surveillance drones were sending feeds directly back to air force sergeants on the base who would use their walkie talkies to relay instructions to the pilots as they nervously hovered near the living landmass. As Sanctity sat there taking in the scene and her smile faded, she looked deep in thought sitting amongst the splintered pines. However, she had her train of thought derailed to her surprise along with the surprise of everyone on the ground when one of the helicopters went rogue and opened fire. Unsure of what to do over the loud volley coming from the Blackhawk, the other three also let loose as the commander could only scream stop into his device. Beyond the cloud of smoke now enveloping the giantess, a frightening sight emerged, and everyone knew that there had been a major mistake made by someone as the world looked on in horror as to what happened next.

Sanctity sat there in her post orgasmic bliss as some intimidating helicopters flew in formation towards here. Well, intimidating to someone of a lesser stature perhaps, as she had encountered houseflies that were more sizable. Granted those insects did not have so many scary gun turrets and missiles attached, she had had an encounter with a white-faced hornet the previous summer that packed an arsenal of it’s own. By now, she was used to being intimidated thanks to her good looks, darker complexion, and smaller stature so this was nothing new. But oh, how the tables had turned, as she now towered over the landscape, and she knew the ball was in her court. Still being early 2018, she kept her wits about her and did not want to make any more aggressive moves, as she knew they probably saw her inadvertently flatten half a mile of real estate under her lovely body before she squished the junk vehicles in her hand and her toe turned a building into a 50ft pit. While the tiny guns the cops fired were supremely ineffective, she knew the intention to harm her was there. While she could barely perceive the gunshots from the little flashes along with the grains of sand bouncing harmlessly off her skin, the firepower had increased. Unbeknownst to her was the fact that the edited genes involved in her enlargement had toned down her pain receptors and also thickened her bodily defenses as they were self-aware to defend the hive, especially the queen bee that they were a part of. This would come into play shortly when she was surprised when her stare down ended with the center right chopper unleashing a missile along with a volley of 50 caliber gunfire. With a vapor trail behind it, it landed squarely on her flat stomach to the right of her navel in a puny fireball. At first, she was afraid that there must be some pain involved, but she felt more heat from when she grabbed her soup too fast from the microwave, no need to blow on this wound. Meanwhile, she could barely hear the bullets flying, though could feel them harmlessly pinging off her skin as he adjusted his aim up her torso. It tickled a little and she was shocked to admit all this power was becoming a little arousing as well. Then without warning the other three helicopters also let loose with what they had, as her expression soon went from quizzical to annoyed, to outright anger. At first it was amusing and reliving what was transpiring before her, but then Sanctity realized as they tried desperately to find a weakness in her beautiful brown skin, that they really intended to harm her. All her life she was pushed around, now she only wanted to hide in the mountains and wait for help, but of course instead she was just labeled a monster who needed to be dealt with. Well, if she was seen as a monster now, she felt she should give them the monster that they wanted to make her out to be. Being outnumbered four to one was no disadvantage by the already amorous now angry giantess, and this spark would set off the powder keg that now festered within as her neurological cells interacted with the recent additions.

Another boring day on the base that saw little action in the northwestern part of the US was not really being enjoyed by a pilot and his gunner. They had been raised in the area and only strayed sparingly from it, mainly if the service required. Growing up in his particular small town in north central Oregon, he had always enjoyed projectile weapons, and hoped to one day wind up in the service. It turned out he was a soldier without a battlefield, so boredom would take hold as the alluring dark corners of the internet managed to creep into his psyche as it will on those who let it. Not entirely enamored with the bro-country which he felt had the rhythm of old it lacked the subtleties and lyrics. He also was not happy with the changes he perceived in his country in general. One of his first tattoos was the stars and bars and while he had the newer Dodge Charger, he decided not to mess with the clear coat to paint a flag on it with a 01. His reality was one of fear of changes, and today would throw all too many his and others’ way. A surprise alarm sounded on his base as a February morning after a late night was rudely interrupted. He was a little more sleep deprived than his pilot, but when he heard the reason, he thought he was still dreaming. Placed in front of the tv screens they realized that this was no drill, though something seethed deep seated inside him when he saw exactly who the giantess was. He wasted little time getting behind his seat, his pilot climbing in as well. They had flown many simulations together for several months, though the pilot was not as comfortable with his trigger-happy ways, aptitude scores, and the decoration on the seat behind him. But that was his space and he had skills where it counted in his line of work, his aim. Taking the sleek, black whirlybird up, they could see the giant woman rising in the distance. In awe, they listened to their commanders at first bringing the chopper towards her. She was still minutes away when she sat down in the distance near the mountain. The visibility was clear but as they got closer neither was embarrassed to sport wood when it became clear what her hand was up to. Still, as they got closer it was chilling to realize that her lower lips were so tall, they could envelop a small skyscraper with ease. The pilot brought it into a hover along with the rest of the formation right as her great eyelids fluttered, unknown to all that her very orgasm was ending a life. Upon opening her beautiful brown eyes, the sweet look of bliss faded fast, seeing authority they glowered intimidatingly. The commander preached calm, worst case let her make the first move, that there was no way at her size that she would be fast enough to catch them. Easy for the man miles from the gigantic, beautiful beast to say. Right then he felt like her eyes were daring him, years of prejudice flooded into his head, he knew he shouldn’t, but this was literally to protect the country. Ignoring the voices around him he startled the pilot by suddenly firing. The stunned formation around him was fooled into thinking the order was given and followed suit. Letting loose every missile, cutting 50 caliber bullets with tracers, they thought she would be cut to ribbons behind the cloud of smoke. First mount hood cleared from the haze, a relieving sight. The next like a penultimate jump scare in a horror movie was an arm lunging their way. There would be no time to maneuver out of this.

The pungent smell of an aroused woman flooded his hot and humid cabin in his trapped SUV, now coinciding with numerous rotors from helicopters not quite yet in view. Sitting there his angle was frustratingly skyward, and he thought about tempting fate by leaning out the broken windows. He ultimately dissuaded himself due to the sharp, rope-like strands of pubic hair coinciding with a long drop to Sanctity’s smooth skin. As the flying circus neared, he could feel her heartbeat slow, the calm before the storm. While he hoped a rescue would be possible, he was almost sure that if the giantess had not noticed him, it would be unlikely he would stand out. Directly above him the ebony, hill sized breasts rose and fell with the giantess’s breathing and would certainly draw more attention than anything his rice sized truck could do. Suddenly without warning, the sound of explosions rattled his metal cage from above, as the orange glow seemed to surprise even the goddess. The tiny man was puzzled as to why they had attacked her, as at the time she was just sitting there in the woods minding herself. Still, he certainly thought such an attack would mortally wound or at least harm his hostess as several other volleys of explosions and heavy caliber bullets streaked into her body. As a thick smoke enveloped the upper half of her glorious body, it began to rain shrapnel. This time he was thankful for his metal shelter, as he heard some sizable pieces of metal tumble through the thick forest of pubic hair. Occasionally a flattened bullet would dent his roof, but the momentum from the fall from her skin was less than when it impacted her. After a few minutes of bombardment, the sounds of the rotors remained, with a thick haze shrouding the giantess above him. A toned arm that would put must sailing vessels to shame moved with a swiftness that was unnatural for something so large. It must have caught the pilots by surprise as well when he heard two rotors be silenced in an explosion of shrapnel sounds. Her booming, accented voice shook all the plastic dashboard bits in his jostling SUV. Exact words weren’t understandable, but the tone said more than enough as did her next actions. The man would only catch glimpses of the action even though it took place all around him. Slowly diminishing smoke, the curling thick pubic hairs, and the dented sheet metal of his vehicle blocking the sight lines, but the actions of the body which had trapped him drove home her powerful potential. First, he saw the two helicopters emerge pinched in her fingers like someone holding a micoSD card. The anger she was experiencing was also accentuated by another primal urge, manifesting itself when she forcibly tried to turn the military helicopters into nipple rings, but their sheer enormity pierced and flattened the canopies with a loud squelch. Pieces of the broken birds rained down on his shelter as she grabbed the next two before they had time to exit stage west. Bringing her right hand with the Apache behind her, he felt himself rise up several feet as Sanctity raised herself from the ground briefly, only to sit back in the same spot. When her hand returned it was empty as he cringed at what her torso’s weight could to a city block, let alone a single helicopter. The final helicopter was indeed the first to fire upon her, a fact she did not neglect when choosing how to deal with them. Bringing her left hand to her mouth, she simply tossed the entire flying machine down her throat not bothering to chew as he heard her swallowing her prey a quarter mile above him. Sanctity was well on her way to the warpath, and the man in his trapped Ford Expedition was only along for the ride.

Sanctity felt a little violated by the actions of the military helicopters hovering nearby, though not entirely surprised. Besides, they were not expecting a half mile of woman to suddenly appear, maybe even antagonize with some of her actions. But she was here, minding her own business in the woods and these tiny thugs tried to really hurt her. She felt her next actions were of little choice and knew what her next would be. They would not stop, and neither should she. Those helicopters had pushed her over the edge, at least as far as they were concerned. From now on, she would no longer hold herself to the constraints her physical form once demanded. These were high tech machines from one of the countries with the highest military budgets in the world, Sanctity knew she had to act fast to vent her frustrations. Having much of her upper torso obscured by the acrid smoke from detonated munitions only aided her attack. Swinging her arms around towards her attackers from both sides, she was able to catch them by total surprise from the periphery. Pinching the rotors on the outside two helicopters of the four, she seized the rotor assembly feeling tiny specks of the blades shattering against her fingers. She then addressed her captive audience,

“How dare you challenge me! I know I was not invited here but this was not a choice of mine either. I wandered to the woods to try to avoid doing anything too hasty and just wanted to be left alone until I could try to get a grasp on the situation without causing any further damage. All my life I have been bullied and intimidated by men like you. You abuse beautiful, intelligent women like myself, poison the environment and put your needs above all else. I was mulling over whether to use my new situation to satiate my own wants and needs or sit here and whither, waiting for another option. You have now left me little choice and you can thank yourselves for all the death and destruction that follows.”

Sanctity was unsure if anything she said to them could be understood by their insect ears, but the whole situation along with the seemingly weightless helicopters in her fingers was a bigger turn on than she had estimated. Between the anger and arousal coursing through her veins, her nipples swelled to the size of twin triple deckers without the exorbitant rent. Bringing her hands towards dark brown areolas that you could park a city bus on with room to spare, she tried to turn the military machines into nipple rings. Of course, she knew the horny, aroused flesh was now much too large for the helicopters to hope to fit and just wanted to see the reaction. It was rather bleak for the micro machines, she felt the cool canopies shatter against her nipples, followed by the entire crafts disintegrating against her skin. Moving fast before the other two choppers can turn and retreat, she moved her hands once more towards them. She made a mental note of the one who fired upon her first and saved her best for last. Another pair of rotors shattered against her impervious fingers, time to finish off what they started. Having already weaponized her modest chest where most of them aimed, she decided to make a lifelong dream into their nightmare. Sanctity had always wanted to ride a helicopter, and now was her chance. This one was no longer air worthy but not to worry Sanctity perceived, she already had the majestic view of the foothills of Mt. Hood to enjoy from a unique perspective. Though even this deep into the woods, there were still scars on the land from the hand of man. A number of logging roads leading to clear cut forests, a quarry in the distance. And of course, the city of Portland itself, like so many others, was another cause. Lifting her firm ass slightly as if on instinct, she felt the remains of hundreds of trees, boulders and tons of dirt falling off her nude body. The problem of movement would surely destroy more nature, but she was less concerned about the consequences and felt she had a cause now. She chucked the third Apache attack helicopter into the twin pits caused by her initial assquake. Gravity did the rest of the work, as the thick battle armor was reduced to wafer thin wreckage buried deeply within the earth. Bringing the last one to her burning brown eyes, they cut through the cabin like a knife. Sanctity made sure the last helicopter counted the most to drive home her point.

“Here we are, alone together once more. You thought you were so tough in your military grade aluminum cocoon, yet here you are pinched between a woman’s fingers awaiting an unknown fate of her choosing. I only wish I could see your struggles in what rest assured will be your last moments. You offer me hatred, yet your only legacy will be a sliver of my sustenance.”

Her last words were said simultaneously as her hand moved towards her mouth. Bright white teeth bigger than dump trucks rose all around them as she felt the craft land on her tongue. It would be too kind to end this man’s life by chewing Sanctity cruelly thought, and simply swallowed the entire thing down whole to let them end their lives in her miles long digestive tract. The tiny craft tickled as her esophagus and gravity did its job, vanishing into her great body to an unknown fate. After letting her stomach sort out the final offender, sanctity felt liberated, she was done with the constraints of society. She was now a goddess and her ascension would not be well received, but she knew there would be some sacrifices that had to be made.

As people around the world watched the one sided battle happen in real time, even world leaders were shaken by how quickly the giant woman dispatched the powerful military machines. At first her appearance took on almost a whimsical notion, maybe it was a stunt or some sort of gag. But as every news source focussed on her the raw, untapped potential of an attractive young African woman of enormous size to wreak destruction was explored. It did not take long for it to leak that the order was not given to fire, with her showing the consequences of the rogue pilot’s actions would be dire. Even as the first salvos shot off many people started to hit the roads causing traffic jams to form. No government word on any evacuations or ideas where the giantess was going was meted out at this stage. Indeed, the oval office was quickly fuming when word reached the red phone on the president’s desk that the initial interaction with the giant woman went awry. He was conferring with the secretary of defense weighing all options as he continued to let the generals and commanders in the field send updates. It was a fluid situation now with the speed her quarter mile long legs could carry her. A bevy of notes about the Liberian woman was quickly made available to his staff, as they tried to make sense of how she had gotten so large. Many looked into her background but none were aware yet that she was involved in an experiment the day prior. It would take time to get this information to the highest levels of government, or even to reach the lower levels for that matter. As the news media covered the carnage from a safe distance, they realized how vulnerable they were even in their helicopters should the giantess turn her attention towards them. Sanctity’s name and identity would reach the news media several minutes after the last helicopter was swallowed by her gaping maw. Until this was the case various media outlets had diverse takes on who she might be and why she was acting this way. When the helicopters first attacked her such networks as FOX news were praising the brave pilots and their sacrifice with OAN going even further saying it had to be done. Others like CNN, NBC among various news networks were more aghast with their actions as they realized what these pilots had started soon after. Many others were in the middle but soon when all the networks learned her identity most started to get in line with the narrative. Sanctity’s further actions would only horrify and further unite them in calling for answers as her actions turned crueler like a guided, conscious, sexy natural disaster. As the writers for the evening news ranged from being furious for the gunner's brazen actions to the more conservative approach which praised their valor for acting on the mere threat of her presence with force, the news developed quicker than it could be disseminated. All agreed that the helicopter crew’s actions were already punished, and all knew that there was the potential for many thousands to pay the ultimate price. Most labeled her a domestic terrorist with global potential still while others had more choice words including labeling her a thug. For their part the White House was soon in very heated, close contact with the Liberian embassy, with their president immediately claiming no knowledge of how or why this was happening but pledging his country’s full support. Many other curious or nervous world leaders followed a similar suit, as the fight could just as easily come their way. For now, the United States was in this alone, as forces were mobilized as the rest of the world watched. Little did they know this incident was only just beginning, would only get worse, and might not be completely isolated. But for now, all eyes were on Sanctity, and she did not disappoint.

Traffic was picking up as Jeremy and his professor drove to a local cafe to clear their heads a little. It would take courage to contact the authorities if Sanctity got out of hand. It dawned on both men that there could be negative repercussions sent their way. As word of the Sanctity’s self-pleasuring reached them, they heard the distant booms of the attack helicopters along with frantic radio reports of her further actions. This only seemed to increase the tensions on the street level as the two finally made it to a crowded cafe near the laboratory. As they exchanged brief cordialities, Jeremy showed some of the data from the latest test runs causing the supervisor to raise his eyebrow. The one TV in the corner had almost every patron and staff member staring up in awe at the screen. Others watched on their devices as many more were asking for their checks from the stunned baristas as they tried to rush home. Only able to see the television from across the room, the image was a little blurry, but it looked like his giant friend was about to be on the move again. After combing over the data, they both realized that they needed to somehow reach a higher authority with the facts and findings. Jeremy knew that Sanctity was only reacting negatively to her being attacked and was such a peaceful person that this was unlike her. If only there was some way he could communicate with her, would she hopefully settle down before she went on a true rampage. They both knew that the person that they needed to talk to would not be in the crowded cafe. Both leaping into the professor's older Lexus RX400h, they decided that the best place to start would be a local police station. It turned out this was a bit of a fool's errand, as the state of panic and crowd control was in full force as off duty officers were being called up to prevent looting and panic. As her actions took an air of violence, the two also thought of taking this information to the company that supplied the serum. Though that would yield a lot of interest and anyone with nefarious means on their minds could easily try to use the very substance. And they also knew that the military might try to exploit this experimental small batch of genes and use them to weaponize it. Heck, with this knowledge a tiny micronation like Monaco could rule the world. Maybe they would leave out the point about their experiment causing the growth for now. But such close friends would have valuable information about her motives and how best to mitigate any threat she causes. Already this would not save the helicopter pilots who had disregarded orders and fired upon her. Nor the countless lives at the buildings she destroyed accidentally. But the faster the professor's crossover hybrid reached the station the quicker they could mete out some information on Jeremy’s giant friend. As they arrived, the place was in a tizzy, so at first little attention was paid to them. They knew they could not act too brazen or loose with all the information that they knew, lest they end up as suspects in aiding and abetting the increasingly destructive giantess. Finally reaching a detective who looked to be involved in the intelligence gathering, they informed him that they personally knew the humongous woman very well. Easily providing proof such as Jeremy’s photos with the woman at large on his phone, they were taken in for questioning. This would not go as smoothly as either had hoped, but it was the first step in trying to communicate with Sanctity and would end up being the best way to get a handle of the situation. For now, it would take time to work their way up the chain of command and even longer to get them to listen to what they were suggesting. To protect themselves, Jeremy and his lab manager had to playthings close to the vest. It would take a lot of convincing along the way and staving off the threat, but as the walls shook and dust fell from the ceiling in the initial interrogation room, the older lab supervisor smiled. He knew the closer she got the more the police would listen to him and Jeremy. With the distant footsteps slowly nearing, they would have little choice.

The pilot and gunner were stunned as the top of the helicopter next to them was pinched by enormous brown fingertips, causing the rotors to explode and the engines to smoke and seize in a crushing grip. Not only was the target still intact, but she was certainly not happy with his decision. Luckily, she had grabbed two helicopters that were on the outside of the four-chopper formation. He immediately regretted choosing to shoot this gigantic woman, all the confidence and color pouring from his face, some depositing itself into his pants. The gunner’s pilot tried valiantly to swing the aircraft around but they both watched as the stunning woman brought their cohorts to her ample chest. Their sizable, disabled attack helicopters felt smaller the closer they got to her vast body. Never before has a living being held so much acreage, and while it was little relief, she was easy on the eyes. The giant woman shocked them as she held them at her mercy by speaking to them. They were fortunate to have headphones on, as the volume was ear shattering, and the tone told the story her words could not. Later when the media exposed her exact words, they refused to release what was said over the radio back to base. Until they were jettisoned forward, they were unaware of what she was saying, with movement came purpose and she did not hide where she brought that first batch. The copter crew never envisioned it ending this way, rushing towards areolas like dark brown ponds in exquisite detail. Every ridge and crease on her horny skin as clear formations. After her angry sounding speech another emotion was self-evident, pure arousal manifesting itself in nipples like three story buildings rising up off the lunar surface. They did not have long to ponder their fate as they screamed into hot mics, until the last second when the feed cut off. Her skin easily cut through the Apache canopy like butter, smearing their flailing bodies into pieces with the force. Two pilots had seen enough, including the original offender, and they just knew she was coming for them. They tried to maneuver but Sanctity was too fast. The sound her fingers made when pinching the rotor was like a car crash behind their heads. Brutal metal wrenching coupled with the seizing motor was just the beginning. First the primary helicopter had to watch their brethren getting lowered down towards an ass that could smother a neighborhood. As Sanctity’s thighs and cheeks pulled from the flattened forest, it sounded almost like velcro and splintering trees. Placing the helicopter on this strange landscape the pilot’s last words were that it smelled like “fresh wood chips” before becoming one with them. It was now their turn, all the hatred towards the enemy and he would come face to face with the last type of death he would ever envision succumbing to. Beckoned into the mouth of the very monster who had addressed them, she was not hiding her intentions or house sized teeth. Her beautiful smile parted to that of the coming darkness of a voracious predator's digestive tract, rising like a tunnel. Only hoping it would be quick was useless as Sanctity knew how to exact revenge. Carelessly tossing the disabled craft onto her tongue hard enough to injure revealed the searing, soft wet taste buds to soften the blow and draw out more pain. Gallons of hot saliva slathered them, as ridges the size of bean bag chairs tasted them. The beast did not wait long to use her tongue to casually toss them into her waiting throat, tumbling and spinning as the two went, breaking bones on some impacts along the way down her esophagus towards her stomach. One final splashdown into a soupy, disgusting swamp spelled their doom, as the pilot struggled with his harness while the gunner skillfully undid his. With no time to get to him, the whole helicopter sank into the dark living lake never to be seen again, drowning and digesting his last remaining company. Trying to tread water while the stomach acid burned his eyes and the various cuts the impacts made stung torturously. This was a cruel way to die, the sounds of the stomach acid sloshing against the walls he could not see around him. He could hear Sanctity’s massive lungs nearby, along with the pounding of her massive heart somewhere above him in the darkness. There was no mistaking that he was food for a living, breathing being, a pitiful ending he wanted desperately to shorten if he could. He tried reaching into his holster to pull out his service revolver, but even this failed him as the acidic soaking he was taking rendered the firearm useless. Breathing was difficult as there was very little oxygen, and suddenly the acid lake had great waves tossing him about. The giantess surrounding him was on the move again. Finally, one wave slammed his whole body against the lining of her stomach wall so harshly that it broke his back, and he was no longer able to tread water. Sinking below the surface one more time his lungs now filled with her digestive fluids, starting the breakdown of his body into food for the goddess. By the end of the day his fate would be anything but unique.

Sanctity had had enough and searched the landscape for the next target. If this world was going to reject her for who she was, then she would wipe the elements that she found as an affront to humanity off the face of the planet. While on her walk to her current spot, Sanctity remembered seeing a huge scar on the land in the form of a deforested patch of land currently being logged. This would not stand for the burgeoning goddess, and seeing how far back the news helicopters were, she decided that it was time for action. While it did not look to be too busy at the time, there were several pieces of so-called heavy equipment next to a sizable patch of forest that looked soon to join the other half of the semicircle in being clearcut. Her objective was no less clear as she moved towards numerous tiny yellow tank tracked tree cutting machines that looked like little spiders. Instead of spinning webs this equipment was like an excavator with a saw to cut trees down instead. Aware that her 400 ft long steps were causing smaller yet appreciable damage to the forest now, she made a note of this that maybe future steps would spare trees in lieu of the superficially artificial. While no full-time arborist by any means, Sanctity looked at the bottom of her sole to see a sea of splintered tree parts caked in mud. Rolling her eyes at the dilemma, her mind did wander to what her foot would look like if instead she had just stepped on a crowded city street instead. The very thought of the items and people pancaked by her weight caused a devious smile of erotic satisfaction to appear on her face. This would be personal, and she would enjoy every minute of it. Swiftly bending down, she stuck out both her hands and pinched two tree killer machines as she called them between her pointers and thumbs. Such large machinery was easily grasped by her sizable fingertips and was almost completely obscured by them. Having the helpless machines suspended high above the ground, Sanctity used her three-story fingerprints to end the suspense by easily pinching them flat and grinding them into bits of metal that would help fertilize the forest. It felt great, she thought, as she saved this little patch of forest by repeating this action several times before they were all turned to gray goo. Next by the logging road were a convoy of fifteen trucks either laden with logs or on-line ready to be loaded. Many still idled for the morning, but Sanctity made sure that they would never log on again. Using a similar pincer action, she tried to pick up the eighteen wheelers one by one. Accidentally, she only grabbed the first one by the trailer and the cab crashed back to the ground in a twisted heap. Careful not to repeat this mistake she collected the other fourteen large trucks onto the palm of her hand. Each was only about half as long as one of her fingers, easily fitting the multi-ton vehicles on her right hand. Thinking fast, since one part of her anatomy was being heavily broadcast judging by the camera angles on the bemused helicopters, Sanctity decided to give her ample breasts some wood as well. Lifting her right hand to her perky chest, she cupped her palm causing the micro machines to all pile into the heart of her palm, and she slowly pressed up. It felt amazing, as her ample ebony titflesh turned the trinket sized trucks into flattened carnage. She palmed her breast for a few seconds before pulling her hand away, letting the twisted mess fall back to the jobsite leaving a considerable crater. Only one piece of the former clear cutter crew remained standing, and Sanctity saved the piece for last. A simple mobile home trailer that served as the command center for the forestry foreman to work logistics while the crew did the work. Digging her middle and index finger under this flimsy shelter, Sanctity lifted it high above her head making sure the media saw how she felt about her Lorax-like tendencies. She said ‘timber’ to no one in particular as she watched the entire structure sail back to earth, igniting upon impact as the propane tanks exploded into a tiny fireball. Satisfied that she had saved ample acreage from deforestation to at least offset some of her future footprints, she looked for her next targets.

The woods could be a spooky place when the logging company foreman was growing up in the pacific northwest. It was only later in life when he began to see the dollar signs in those there woods and worked his way up through the ranks over the years. Though he never bore witness to any cryptozoological creatures, during his years he had had many ursine encounters which were less than pleasant. Being in the presence of such a large, hungry predator was true intimidation. Little did he know that his fate would take the form of the most dangerous game. Working alone through primordial forest with landscape and ecology altering efficiency, he did occasionally have negative encounters with treehuggers and environmentalists. There was some mutual respect, but the vitriol was often thinly veiled if at all. As the years passed the more forests he helped cut down. From working the cutting machines to the logging trucks to overseeing sites, he had risen steadily through the ranks and cleared thousands of acres of land for the logging industry. Over time with more awareness of ecology and global warming started to vex his business, he began his tenure running his own patch of forest to detree. He did not care too much about this or the spotted owls displaced thanks in large part to his fat bank account, as well as a sizable house he had built with some of the very lumber he helped harvest. Still, the hours were quite demanding and although it gave him an image of masculinity in the popular zeitgeist, the time it took up dominated his life. He would often pass the lonely time in his small, rectangle shacks singing the MP lumberjack song to himself, even if he was not always OK sleeping all night or working all day. And the foreman certainly never recalled jumping all nimbly pimbly from tree to tree. But life went on as the warming earth meant this particular February was an early start to the season on the latest patch the logging company chose for him. Before the sun rose, he was already jumping into the driver seat of his green company owned F350 pickup to head to the job site. Doing the J-turn out of his driveway, he did not realize this would be the last time he would see his beloved home. After driving for half an hour through the primordial forests, he felt the stiff suspension of his truck bounce as he left the pavement behind. Up the twisting logging roads, he stopped to open the gates to the facility. As he pulled up to the modular trailer, he thought the suspension on his truck was acting funny, unaware it was the movements of a giant woman miles away. Settling into his rectangular aluminum shelter that kept him out of the elements and not much more, he waited for the loggers to start arriving within the hour and caught up on some paperwork. In the distance through the thin walls around him, he could have sworn he heard some explosions and gunfire but wrote it off to the usual backwoods' hijinks. Minutes after those had subsided, he felt a tremor, and thought it was just a seismic event being so close to a major fault line. But then it was followed by another, then another, and they were getting stronger, shaking the whole facility. Suddenly through the tiny window he saw a huge metal logging machine designed to cut down trees literally lift from the ground. Rushing to the door, he was astonished as rising from the patch of land that he had already had clear cut rose a titanic young black woman completely free of clothes with two heavy machines pinched between her fingers. High above the sound of metal wrenching was followed by a metallic hailstorm as Sanctity obliterated the machines between her fingertips. One chunk crashed through the cab of his green truck nearby, caving in the roof and rendering it useless. He ran back inside the modular trailer to try to hide from the giantess as she repeated this action with all the tree cutting equipment and then went for the trucks. Moments after the logging trucks all vanished from the jobsite, a catastrophic boom knocked him off his feet when the ball of metal she had reduced them to become a crater by her enormous feet. Hoping she had finished her task and would move on, the world suddenly shifted around him as he rose high above the forest watching the ebony beauty's body dominate his window. Only able to see the horizon through the small windows, the giantess said something before he plummeted back to earth. The fall took several seconds but ended his life after a few weightless moments allowing little time to gather his last thoughts.

Sanctity scanned around her after her forest saving romp. She gazed in the direction the helicopters came from as the news choppers were a bit more wary now. On the roads she could see many puny blue and white dots of light signifying an increased police presence. Usually this would be the time she would make herself sparse under such conditions, but now being a giant woman with a serious height advantage, she would visit upon them when she had the chance. Still, the next target for her ire to change the landscape was also linked to the road system, as she decided to work her way back to civilization. To her, the petroleum industry was like a hydra; cut off one fossil fuel head, two more forever plastic ones sprouted in it’s place. Therefore, she would do her best to even out the score in their most abundant service, being gas stations. Sauntering her attractive body over to the first rural pumps, she wanted to try each one of her toes to see which of the ten did the task best. This small station did not even have a canopy but would be perfect for her pinky toe. Seeing a small white car at the station far below, she giggled as her dark digit gave it more of a fill up than it could handle. She felt the tiniest of tingle from the tiny auto and gas pumps as Sanctity applied her tiny toe’s weight against them. A miniature explosion occurred around the pad of her toe, feeling less hot than being barefoot on a summer beach. This was almost too easy, she thought. Moving down the side roads towards US26 again, she noted the gas stations growing in size and complexity. By the time she got to her big toes, she was rewarded not only with a truck stop, but what looked to be almost a dozen police SUVs neatly arranged on the lot, probably surprised to see her. From the tiny pinpricks of orange light, she could tell they were shooting at her, as it felt like the occasional bit of sand would ping harmlessly off her shin. Still, the nerve of them, these little piggies would have to go wee-wee-wee all the way home. Wriggling her big toe teasingly above them, Sanctity spoke up,

“Can’t you bits of dirt see the more you attack me the more annoyed I become. Your weapons are useless against my body,” she said confidently. “Now let me show you what my body can do to you, or rather what you can do for my body.”

Her words brought a barrage of tiny bullets of varying caliber against the thorny skin at the bottom of her big toe. At over fifty feet tall and seventy feet long, it overshadowed the highway gas station as well as some of the parked cruisers. Wiggling her extended digit once more, Sanctity let it dip down like Cinderella into the glass slipper. It would turn out to be many sizes too small, as she felt this larger facility strain only for a moment before her heavy toepad flattened it and popped several police SUVs underneath. Still, she was not getting as much feedback as she would like from her hardened skin as she was used to walking barefoot. There was an increasing number of gas stations ahead of her and she decided after the mites kept trying to attack her anyways that she would be a little naughtier herself. Promptly, Sanctity dropped to her hands and knees, bringing her view of the micro civilization below her much closer. Her dark brown pert nipples hung straight down, while still suspended hundreds of feet in the air. A whole stretch of road, businesses and people had a second nightfall that morning as her great shadow blocked out the sun for a quarter mile. The tiny gunfire now was concentrated on her great orbs, hardening her skin once more which was not what they had intended. Ignoring these protozoa for now and getting back to the task at hand, or rather at chest, she aimed her aroused nipple at an urban gas station. She had now entered the town of Sandy, as she could just see the faintest hints of the panic below as she tried her best to straddle the area without causing too much unintended destruction. Sanctity would use all the dexterity she could muster, aiming her erect nipple at the first gas station she saw on the strip. It felt amazing, the tiny structure yielding to her hardened skin. She let her boob’s weight down slowly as she did not want to harm the many surrounding buildings and traffic nearby. However, the gas station itself was thoroughly being destroyed, as her tit pressed it down so deep that the underground tanks ignited. Once again, the fireball only gave her a warm sensation on her sensitive flesh, prompting her to repeat the action several more times until she was satisfied, she had squashed every gas station in town. Deciding to give her tits a rest for now she was on the outer edge of town when she spied a pathetic roadblock set up. Unsure what the tiny sheriffs were trying to accomplish, she decided to kiss them goodbye as they fired wildly at her behind their gold and navy-blue SUVs. These proved useless as her soft lips smothered and crushed all into the pavement. In the parts of town that she had spared, the view of her spectacular ass and pubic area were breathtaking, but little did they know there was a set of eyes watching them from this location, helplessly trapped and along for the ride.

Screeching tires and ending sirens were the soundtrack now as emergency vehicles flooded the roads going to the rapidly expanding disaster area. Unlike most weather systems that were arbitrarily assigned hu-man names, especially for something as broad or localized as a winter storm by a certain corporate entity. This danger zone had an assigned name at birth, and a gestation period of over 23 years. This threat had developed much more rapidly, in a span of minutes, and was getting more belligerent by the minute. After some people cheered on the attack helicopters when they fired their rockets at her, the same gasp as they had no effect other than on her demeanor. Since then, thousands flooded the road making getting emergency rescue crews to where they needed to go a tall task. Some of the first search and recovery were called to other scenes, but at the gas station where her first building was purposefully destroyed maintained a ghost crew. The pit of the former building next to the gas station had only one unaccounted for and the first of many that were presumed crushed, dead, and not a priority as other scenes unfolded. A sense of false hope and safety fell over the gas station where a truck was still on its side and several workers were trying to board up shattered windows. The power had come back on after lines were checked, and a few brave motorists on the crowded roads started to get gas there. Trying to put a strong effort on an already trying day, even the interior convenience store was open again as well. As the news continued to leak in about the skirmish in the distance and Sanctity’s actions towards the logging outfit, they did not think she would return to an area she had already dealt such a devastating blow to. As the patrons nervously went about the pumps, the distant booming steps stopped for a few minutes prompting relief. If they had known that this was because Sanctity was on her hands and knees using her mammary assets to thoroughly erase similar gas stations from existence, then they would have been more worried. Instead, it was just one local news van and people stocking up on Slim Jims and Wildberry Skittles. As the reporter was on break the camera man continued to gather b-roll nearby the tractor trailer the feminine gust had tipped over. Meanwhile, the wrapped Chevy Express van with the satellite feed was parked near the canopy of the gas station. As he shot footage of the overturned tractor trailer, rhythmic static occurred on his preview screen simultaneous to growing tremors. The giantess was coming back. Swinging his camera wildly to his left, he caught the impossibly large young woman approaching rapidly. She was over a mile away and still he had to train his camera upwards. With a swiftness unfathomable for something so large, she arrived, first footfall hundreds of yards away yet bringing a tremor that knocked him off his feet. A warm gust of wind passed by him from her direction ruffling the leaves of trees. Sitting on the gravel dumbfounded, the cameraman still had the training and commitment to keep recording. He was quickly rewarded and punished for his actions. Extending the dark pad at the base of her tallest toe, Sanctity did not tease them long, landing on top of the gas station overhang. Zooming in on the action as the fire suppressant released and the roof resisted, turning several people including his talent into powdered ghosts. They would not live long enough to worry about the long-term risks to chemical exposure as a metal wrenching screech occurred with the collapse onto the people and cars parked below. All was replaced by her toe as her large toe next to it then landed on his van, easily flattening it and ending the feed. While it was not over for the man behind the lens like his coworkers may have thought back at the station, he survived to arrive many hours later with the rest of the story to tell. Luckily for him it was only in the distance and nowhere near as exciting.

In his jangly prison a quarter mile from the ground, with Sanctity’s oversized torso jiggling above him spreading to her flat stomach to the underboob a man would die to see. Well, many men, women. But for now, this was his view as she walked purposefully to her next destination after she was attacked. He was unable to see why she stopped, as she faced away from the mountain as she went along, until another rush of downwards momentum made him queasy. Her humongous hands rocketed past him to some items on the ground that turned out to be industrial logging equipment. These themselves were noisily ground to pieces between her fingers. He could only hope none of the equipment was in use when she went for the logging trucks next. These she scooped into one hand before balling them up by loading them beyond capacity with the underside of her breast, dropping the multiton metal meteorite back down to the ground crashing loudly. The last piece of resistance was lifted by her lone finger, as the goddess stood back up to her full height. He had to squint to make out her finger high above him as she said one word and let whatever it was she held go. Tumbling down and breaking up from wind resistance appeared to be a tumbling modular home. He was happy he could not see it land but the crash said enough. Hearing more volleys of gunfire as she started walking again, along with sirens meant she was not alone. Even he thought drawing her attention would be foolish, and sure enough many were cut short mid noise by a part of her magnificent body. There were also explosions, sometimes with the light of the fire rising to near his vantage point followed by the pillars of thick black smoke. After what seemed like ten of these, his world was turned upside down as now he would be able to see more than he bargained for through his windshield. The giantess crept to her hands and knees, and for the first time in many minutes the trapped, middle-aged man could tell where he was. Blood rushed to his head and his belts already slackened by many impacts, miraculously held as the sky inverted. He recognized this portion of US26, and even some of the local businesses that he sometimes frequented, several for the last time. The gravity of the situation had Sanctity’s pert breasts hanging straight down, pointing menacingly at the towns below. As the perspective changed the man knew that they could cause some real, widespread damage. Taking aim at a gas station under the dark, wide shadow she was casting, he watched in astonishment as her hardened nipple met little resistance in burying the entire facility before just a kiss from her dark areola finished off the rest of the lot. He could tell she did this purposely as she just stopped her breast short of full destruction, as she just barely spared the roads and other buildings her tit flesh would have surely enveloped had she let it. Removing her fleshy orb revealed a deep pit where the gas station once stood, crawling on to her next destination she repeated this action. Having seemingly finished titboxing the gas stations in town he saw a roadblock with some scared looking officers firing wildly at her. This proved a fool's errand, as the man in the upside-down SUV heard the sickening sounds of crumpling metal, plastic and an abrupt end to the gunfire from his hostess's smothering lips. After she finished her kiss of death, Sanctity rose from her hands and knees, thus allowing the blood to flow from the suspended man’s head again and putting his seat belts to work as she began to move. He caught a glimpse of the areas where she seemed to be heading next, including one RAM truck dealership he had shopped at before settling on the Ford after reading customer complaints about their transmissions. This would now be the least of their worries as the giantess loomed.

Standing back up to her full height, Sanctity used her forearm to wipe the crushed remains of a yellow plastic traffic barricade her tender kiss had just crushed along with the attendant officers. She was surprised even herself how much she had changed from her demeanor hours earlier, and with the power bestowed upon her flooded the lust as well. Still, the way she saw it was her versus the world, and she knew that the world was not going to stop trying to harm her, so why hold back? Besides, most of her aims of her newfound destructive powers would be towards that of things she felt harmed the planet both she and the rest of them inhabited and gladly played the part of mother nature to even the score. As time wore on however, and more attacks on her magnificent body were launched, even Sanctity knew she got carried away. Taking a few steps onto the outskirts of the town which now had more than its fair share of smoldering nipple shaped craters, she spied a RAM truck dealership down by her feet. While parts of her home country would be able to utilize such a heavy-duty pickup while beating around the bushes, this was instead handed by the ubiquitous tough Toyota Hiluxes and Nissan Navaras instead. She scoffed whenever she saw a family of one driving these polluting road hogs down the narrow city streets, bullying their way through pedestrians that could not be seen over the obnoxiously tall hoods. Now was her chance to see ride one, or more accurately about 200 at once to see what all the fuss was about. Sinking down into a kneeling position, she hovered her round rump above the now darkened dealer lot knocking over the large, plastic horned sign on the highway out front. Letting her ass drop to the ground was an orgy of sensations as she felt hundreds of tiny metal boxes popping under her superior weight as she was well beyond the tiny trucks' payloads. This, coupled with the dealership building and service garages themselves collapsing and conforming to her round cheeks felt great. The entire lot was covered by her once petite ass end to end, pressing the mess up to ten stories into the ground. Sanctity was so satisfied with her work her right hand instinctively reached for her very swollen clit but decided to save this energy for later. Sitting there she now saw another wasteful gas guzzler array gleaming in the morning sun, and Sanctity decided to put the recreational back into the RV. Lifting her soft butt off the ground, she began her crawl over to the scene, feeling the mini multicolor metal flakes float harmlessly to the ground as her ass cheeks sheared once more with motion. She did not have to go far to the next place, as her body bracketed the lot with its shiny motorhomes under her great shadow. Lowering her chest once more, Sanctity aimed her right breast at the RV dealer. She felt her hardened nipple fold and crumple the first two Winnebagos with ease as they conformed to her shape, pushing them into the asphalt crumbling like wet sand. This would have been erotic enough, but her areola then entire breast spread across the lot and into the building. It was nearly a perfect fit as she felt dozens of vehicles being flattened against her ample boob. Sanctity had been proud of her chest for years, as she had a fit figure and shapely breasts, not obnoxiously big nor flat chested but natural beauty. None of the guys she had been with complained before, though this might have also had to do with her killer smile and delightful demeanor beyond her rack when they looked. Now, not only had her smile killed, but her right breast had also fully enveloped the entire RV dealer lot, maybe a hundred individual recreational vehicles and a building with a service center all lost. Needless to say, her demeanor had shifted as well, as she reeled back onto her heels to kneel for a moment and examine herself. Looking at her impressive chest, Sanctity thought it was funny how one was a cleanish orb while the other was covered in debris. Her perfect brown skin littered with building fragments, and mangled, gray rectangles including two which were clamped onto her hardened nipple. She also realized that being a goddess worked up a thirst, so she did a quick search for something to drink. She did not have to look far.

In the oval office, there was stunned silence as the high-powered military machines were more toys and playthings for the goddess. Further military options were examined though at this time there seemed to be a consensus towards mass evacuation. The numbers were grim as to what could happen should the giantess head towards a major city, as she was watched on the move again. First, the convened congress was aghast at what she did to the logging area then gas stations. More than a few blushed as well as she dealt with these using her more savory body parts. The war room buzzed with initial reports of death and destruction the likes of which were never seen, as more foreign countries called in to pledge support. Not all were as trusting yet, as not all were allies, but several blocs and corporate cartels came around quicker than was expected. OPEC was a major one early on as they saw what she was doing to gas stations and could only imagine what would happen if or when she turned her attention to major ports or other petroleum infrastructure. Their worries would later be confirmed as even rival countries like Iran now supporting the efforts of the ‘great satan’ due to the notably nude woman disrupting their interests, as the day wore on. Closer to home the military brass leaned heavily upon the conservative cabinet to press on with the attack to see if their ground artillery could have an effect in at least dissuading the giantess from entering the more heavily populated areas. Those not decked in green with yellow stars on their shoulders argued that this would only further antagonize the giant woman causing her to choose direct confrontation. Still, even they felt the course was already set in action and that something had to be done. Those in the latter, smaller liberal leaning oval office crew were exploring other, scientific minded options as well, but agreed until that worked maybe attacking her would maybe slow her down until any solution could be reached. They were powerless in the room unless they came up with some answers as to what could be done to affect or at least communicate with the giantess. Little did they know that the two people with the best answers were already in a police station in Portland being largely ignored by the scrambling division. These presidential advisors were gaining some clout as they were able to quickly deduce Sanctity’s identity and tried desperately to find anyone who knew her in Oregon. Already their search had met many dead ends, but the leads continued to pour in, as all resources from FBI databases to civilian DNA studies were put to work to try to crack the code. All of them still watched her awesome abilities on camera in the convened congresses as other world leaders spoke to the fearful masses in their countries about the current events, trying to hastily formulate plans of their own should there be other occurrences. As congress watched her using her ample chest and rear as weapons of ass destruction, a strange thing happened. Even at the very peak of a divisive administration in early 2018, many delegates began to literally and figuratively cross the aisle. First to console and brainstorm with the overburdened Oregon representatives, but also amongst each other as a common enemy had made strange bedfellows. Back in the oval office, the president decided to listen to his military brass to launch a scaled ground counteroffensive to deter or hopefully deflect the giantess from her current path. He also warned that if this failed to produce any meaningful results, then the floor would be opened to other non-military options from the other side of the table where many were in group huddles and on cell phones trying to formulate a cohesive action plan. The ace in the hole that they did not know that they had yet were already formulating some ideas of their own, if only they could get someone to listen.

The district police chief felt the walls of his station shaking and was doing his best to deploy the many uniformed officers to ease congestion of the panicking public while recalling those off duty for the mystery of what lay ahead. He almost forgot about the nerdy professor and lab worker who had come in 30 minutes earlier and claimed to know more about who the giant woman was and her possible motives. After having some of his better detectives conduct the initial interviews to see if they were legitimate resources, he decided he may as well poke in as he was otherwise clueless on what to do about the menace. At first the chief was skeptical, as both the older gentlemen and younger man there seemed out of their element, but he quickly began to lean into Jeremy more as he correctly answered more questions about Sanctity from the rap sheet that only a close friend and personal confidant would know. The superior officer soon started to realize that as the giantess got closer to the city, that these too might be invaluable resources to at least her psychology and what she might target next. Having had their phones confiscated early on, Jeremy was even able to correctly surmise that she would likely go after environmentally damaging businesses as he knew that she was a naturalist at heart. He had the proper channels available to him through the FBI and CIA that might be able to help get their information into an area that it could help and maybe even find a way to communicate with the beautiful beast, but the chief also knew that these resources would already be strained, and that time was of the essence. After the intense rounds of questioning, the professor and Jeremy were reunited in the same room, as the chief along with a couple other senior detectives on the other side of the table. They were told explicitly that they better not be hiding any information or up to ulterior motives as the consequences would be dire. Unfortunately, the emphasis at the end of his warning was lost when the lights briefly flickered out, then came back on after a booming female footstep in the distance. A crack also formed on the one-way mirror on the next tremor, highlighting the weight of the knowledge that the two possessed. They were placed in an Explorer PPV cruiser to be brought to the regional FBI office where more questions would follow, but they were making leeway with the right channels, as the military was hungry for information from these valued resources. The ride was a bit rough with the stiff shocks, and heavy traffic being hard to negotiate, even with a light bar and siren. After ten minutes they were whisked into a large building neither had ever noticed before and brought down to the basement which held a bomb shelter situation room. Still feeling the increasing tremors as Sanctity made her way in their direction, the confines were a bit more comfortable as they watched her actions on the TVs along with many other puzzled field agents. Right as she approached a large pond on the live feed, the two were summoned into one of the head honchos' offices. Now was the time to move their plans that they had discussed into action with those who had the resources to execute them, so long as the agents would listen.

Minutes earlier back in the town of Sandy, a couple of dumbfounded officers were made to set up a roadblock on the edge of town to try to keep the evacuation orderly should the giant woman terrorizing the forest areas turn her attention their way. It was a thankless task that only got worse as the attack helicopters failed to make a dent in her perfect ebony skin, only serving to perturb the young woman. Next, she seemed to take aim with individual toes in the distance, causing explosions one at a time. Over the radio it was announced that she was targeting gas stations, which explained the phenomena, though not the reason. Her tall body was looming larger when suddenly it wasn’t, as she dropped to her hands and knees near the other side of town. Any hopes she had averted quickly vanished and her curly black natural hair scalp came into view followed by her face staring down towards her own body. Her head would bob slightly, and her enormous mouth would form into a slightly aroused smirk, biting her lower lip at some action below. Another frantic call came out from an officer at a gas station calling in from his cruiser that the giant woman was lowering her nipple towards his location. The call cut out sharply as seconds later, another explosion reached them at the speed of sound from her direction. Using the similar rule to lightning and thunder, they were able to start timing her, and she was getting closer. The two officers were from the area and could almost count the gas stations in town being squished by the aroused giantess. They wondered what Sanctity was up to and what she would do when she ran out of gas stations to tit-box into oblivion. Still on her hands and knees and moving in their direction, she did not leave them guessing for long as the demoness suddenly locked eyes with them. Huge black pupils in a sea of brown iris glared angrily at them as they felt compelled to fire their service weapons wildly in her direction as if it would have any effect. It did, but not one they desired as her face zoomed towards them at impossible speed as she pursed lips that were more than twice as wide as the road itself. Those luscious lips leaned in for their kiss, smothering and crushing the officers, the barriers and their SUVs with ease. Next at the RAM dealer it was a busy day when the big windows in the showroom went dark. The TVs in the service waiting room were all turned to ESPN that day and missed out on the action as the giantess approached. The lot boy felt the irony as he gingerly parked a used SRT8 pickup on a display lift. Rams are known to butt with their horns, and a butt would be their undoing. A grainy security camera in a bank across the street watched the entire facility and lot vanish, replaced by the nude ass of a woman who extends well beyond the top of the frame. When the nude goddess lifted her body, nothing remained outside of deep, twin craters as Sanctity moved on to the next plaything for her whims. Further down the road the assquake caused many of the high-profile motorhomes to bounce off the ground briefly, almost tipping over. Soon thereafter a total eclipse of the sun occurred, but this one featured twin moons jiggling slightly with two bullseyes in the middle pointing right down. One couple browsing the lot had just pulled the retractable awning down on the luxury coach in a vain attempt to slow the supersized right breast plummeting their way. It was like Wile E. Coyote and his umbrella sheltering from the falling boulder, as Sanctity’s right breast smothered the entire facility with ease. While the tiny people along with dozens of others were killed instantly by this mammary assault, the RV they were standing next to was removed from the scene as it along with another parked nearby were stuck to the horny skin of the beast’s nipple. The mahogany exterior paint of the now twisted wreck of a bus matched her hardened dark brown skin well.

All this excitement worked up a thirst only the way only a goddess could. Since all the various coffee shops were a bit too small to cater to a woman of her stature, Sanctity scanned for nearby bodies of water. While she was saddened at the prospect of slurping up such a volume of water from local wildlife, it was not worth languishing from thirst either. Meanwhile, she had also noted her beautiful brown skin had started to become a mess of former conquests, she would need a much larger body of water to clean this body of hers. Needs over wants for now, she spotted a decent sized pond from her perch high above the rocky terrain. Leaving the town of Sandy behind in tatters, Sanctity moseyed on over to the pristine waters. The water was a little murky and she could not quite see the bottom, and like everywhere else it seemed there was the hand of man at work as there were several pickups with boat trailers parked by a comically small launch. A few specks in white or glinty metal meant she may have not been alone, but this would only be a little collateral damage that she was getting used to. She did laugh to herself wondering how well their life vests would keep them afloat where they were heading. That would be their problem, as Sanctity began to crouch over the basketball sized body of water. The small lake itself was notably shallow but would have to do for now. To get to the wider river later, she would have to march through some densely populated areas, and it might suit her needs better but all good things to those who wait. There was a small hill to climb on the way, so many splintered trees better be worth the sip. Onto her hands and knees, Sanctity purposely buried a pickup truck parked on the boat ramp awaiting a vessel that would not make it back from the abyss using her index finger as she lowered her pursed lips to the surface of the lake. As daintily as she could so as not to cause a capsizing splash, her luscious lips kissed the water. Relieved that she had not hit the bottom, she slowly stuck out her tongue to gauge the depth without stirring up too much sediment. Only halfway from her parted lips she felt the silt and withdrew her pink sea serpent to her mouth. Not being of canid lineage and lacking the ability to lap up the life sustaining liquid, Sanctity opted for the hominid version of sucking up the water. It tasted a little fishy, but she assumed that it was probably many bass whose so-called large mouths were overtaken by a colossal one. She also felt the occasional larger item bounce off her undulating tongue. She could never be too sure if it was a lake boulder or the fiberglass hull on an unfortunate boat. There were several down there, just not as many now. Watching just beyond her nose, one feeble vessel drifted towards her lips as if caught in a tractor beam. Sucking just a little harder than needed she actually felt the boat pass her lips, ricochet off her tongue and end up with a fate like Geppetto without Pinocchio to save them. The muddy bottom of the lake was starting to show all around her face, as it shrunk rapidly to softball, then golf ball size, and suddenly, there was none. Just glistening rocks and a few rivulets to hopefully refill the reservoir in time. Sanctity leaned back onto her heels once again and was quite satisfied as she rubbed her taut tummy. Making her way back over the hill, she did her best to retrace her steps to minimize damage to the forest. Back on the road again she continued on her path towards the city with a score to settle.

The fish were biting this morning, as a decent cooler full of fresh stock was hauled in. Nearly to the brim of the red and white plastic box lay almost a dozen fish. And caught in such quick succession the men holding the reels that day felt like they almost wanted to get out of the water as fast as they could. Such odd behavior was unseen, but the reason why would present itself in tall order. The nearly clear blue sky mirrored on the lake refracted unexpectedly from some strangle ripple actions on the water, breaking surface tension. Maybe a distant storm or fault tremors? Either way it seemed to really spook the fish and amphibian population. The fisherman did not see any herons of eagles, which was odd as they were frequent guests on these tours. As he started to worry and his flip phone not of particular use for the news, he decided to head to shore. Only minutes later shore would head to him. A few cranks on the older outboard motor and it was puttering away. The pond he was on did take a few minutes to cross and he could see an orange Nissan Titan pickup already using the ramp backed up to a larger bass boat. A sudden crashing sound just over the hills leading up the lake along with the splintering of trees led to a bizarre sight. The head of an attractive young woman crested over the land and judging by her distance she had to be enormous. He could not believe his eyes, and immediately checked his motor for gas fume leaks, but his head was on the level. The fish under the surface seemed more frantic than ever, as were those on the boat launch. As she got closer, he could tell she had a beautiful body though her proportions were that of a shorter woman, her height told a different story. With booming authority, the giantess’s knees crashed down into the forest as her face zoomed and loomed nearer. Sticking out her hands, the man on his boat watched helplessly as the pickup truck, trailer and those trying to guide a vessel ashore were all crushed under a single finger. The giantess paid them little heed, as she seemed focused on the waters surrounding him. Foolishly, he had been gunning his motor for the shore that was now dominated by the dark-skinned beauty, but the danger she imposed now had him reversing course to try for the forests on the other end of the lake. Her dangerous lips touched down in the water fifty yards behind him and did not make as big a splash as he expected. He was making steady progress for the far shore but suddenly, his forward momentum arrested, and the motor seemed to putter in place. He looked around for a log or some other debris he might be hung up on but all around was clear and the water still deep. Then the fisherman watched behind him at the giantess as another watercraft was drawn towards the giant woman’s mouth, only to vanish underwater. Realizing his boat was now drifting in the same direction, he gunned his engine to maximum power, but sanctity’s suction was far too great as the shores were getting closer to him now. Hoping desperately to reach them as the weird race played out as the water level dropped, Sanctity seemed unaware of his plight. It was all for naught as the tractor beam it seemed had him square in it’s grasp, and soon he was mere feet from the sea monster. He could swear her great big brown eyes were staring down at him as his boat slipped under the archway of her lips into the dark void. While he was glad he wore his life vest that morning, he held onto his boat tight and was in for a bumpy ride.

Making the final step from the forest, Sanctity was swept up in another human urge that would need to be addressed in a delicate manner. After the pounding she took last night coupled with her recent drink, she realized she had to go pee. Realizing a toilet her size would be hard to come by, she opted for a bush wee, though was nervous about the environmental impacts. She also rightly assumed that while the ammonia in her voluminous bladder would kill acres of plant life or sully an entire waterway, she also knew that the nitrates in her urine could fertilize the entire pacific northwest. With this in mind, she once again tried to seek a spot which could hold her planet of piss. It did not take too long to spot the perfect latrine from her lofty perspective. Someone had already dug a nice big hole for her, and while they appeared to still be digging deeper, Sanctity would provide a perfect end to their progress. Another quarry mining the earth's precious, non-renewable resources for some short-term gain, or at least that was the way she saw it. The little yellow trucks crawling around looked like micro machines from her vantage point, but she knew that these behemoths normally dwarfed regular passenger vehicles and could move mountains. The large, strange looking excavators and conveyor belt looking machines that fed them were even bigger, but at most the size of a roll of Lifesavers. These machines and men had already made quite a scar on the earth but still appeared to be active this morning. Sanctity decided to maybe test the payload of a few of the massive yellow bucket trucks before adding a similar amber hue to the rest of the arena. Bending down, it had not yet ceased to amaze her the weightlessness of these massive objects, these trucks weighed near as much as small houses, as buildings would be a test in the future. Even the top floor of the parking garage was like a pastry. The tiny Tonka trucks her brother used to play with were closer in size to a couple peanut butter cups now. Bending down, she snatched two of them between her thumb and pointer fingers, feeling the hard steel malform on the grills of these diesel beasts. She was so aroused by the slowly spinning wheels on the tiny trucks, she decided to add her dark chocolate to the middle. Bringing the weightless, occupied trucks to her hardened nipples, she first was going to let them sit by their shovels facing skywards, but they kept slipping. So instead, she easily bent the shovels around her hardened flesh, wordlessly mouthing through a toothy grin to ‘stay right there’ and also winked again at the amassed choppers. Next one of those long excavators was seven stories, but this was nothing compared to the place they were going. All the crushed rocks and debris would be a tad gritty, but feeling the power of bedrock itself crumbling against her sensitive region would be too hot not to try. With a fierce look in her eyes, Sanctity looked up at all the flashing lights on the ground and spotted a few more friends gathering in the distance. A few large tanks in her intended direction stuck out in their sandy tan against the dark brown landscape of late February. Even their machines were small compared to the latest toy she grabbed. Only needing three fingers, she rubbed it roughly against her wet folds, it instantly crumbled to pathetic pieces as multi-ton wheels rained down on the worksite, causing death and chaos. Taking her hand out of her vagina for now, Sanctity felt enough of a rush as the stuck, wet, earth moving excavator did not fill her much, but she was not just using it for gratification. She also was using it as ammunition. Aiming at the deepest area where the latest dynamite had exploded, she let loose a torrent that would have been on par to the ID4 blast. Sanctity never had any stage fright and really did have to go, so she did what came natural to her. Unfortunately for those below her, the mangled monster machine was pushed down quicker than it could fall by a torrential volume of urine. It filled the little salad bowl sized extraction rapidly, but she had not had much to drink that morning to that point besides the pond. She watched callously as it filled to the top, no doubt drenching and drowning many workers on the busy site. She did not care, especially when she saw the tanks. After what happened with the helicopters, she felt the best defense might be her good offense. The next time she still wanted to use the ocean as a toilet as that is the only area she felt the damage might be minimized by the saline waters.

After the last boat went under, the forlorn fisherman saw the white silhouette of it go underwater for a moment before flashing into her waiting mouth. Knowing his engine was running on fumes he knew what to expect next if she did not let up. Grabbing a steady hold on both bars bolted-in on the side of the boat, he prepared for the ride of his life. He was only underwater for a second as he held his breath past the event horizon, then water pressure shot him up like a cannon. Brief glimpses of white, house like teeth were seen, and a tongue bigger than his apartment building before going down the pitch-black tube. Being eaten or drunken alive by the sober faced killer giantess was not on his bucket list but written in as the last item anyhow. It was only a matter of seconds down the rapids of her esophagus until the fifty-foot drop down onto a new pond, that of bubbling digestive fluids. He made sure to use the emergency oar to push the vessel away from the deluge as she finished off the lake. He thought he heard thrashing against the loud waterfall before him, but by the time she finished, this had silenced. He knowingly grabbed an emergency flare to shed light on the situation, to see if there was any slim hope of escape. All the fish that he caught went out of his pot and into her frying pan, as all were dead on the surface of her greenish opaque stomach acid. They were not alone as all manner of marine animals became protein for the gigantic woman. As the man gazed up, towards the far corners of the pit of the giantess' stomach, he could see a few bodies of those mariners who had not made it, dying as food for the goddess. Lifting to the far wall to start to scan upwards, he saw a truly ghastly sight. It looked to be the tail rotor from a military helicopter, the rest submerged and lodged on the porous, impenetrable stomach walls. He moved on fast to see the dark hole of her digestive tract too high above to hope to reach. There was truly nowhere for him to go, as he could hear the ominous sounds above him. The lungs as the giant woman who ate him breathing, the rhythmic booms of her heart, and the most alarming was when she spoke. Then another sound below him indicated another bodily function for the predator who devoured him intact. Her bladder emptying was only false hope for the hours of digestion to get to that point would be quite unsurvivable. A more pressing issue now would be the toxic air around him had very little oxygen, and should she move again the boat would be unsteady and maybe capsize in the waves. Even standing still he soon noticed the true peril of his situation. His normally solid fiberglass boat frame was bubbling green fluid in normal dry spots. The acids in her stomach were eating away at the epoxy holding his vessel together. He knew it was only a matter of time before he went under. Knowing some stabilizing component was lost, the entire watercraft began a death wobble. The entire contents spilled as the boat flipped, leaving the tiny man grasping to hold onto the remains of his fishing boat. The acid ate at him all around, and even the binding agents on his life preserver. It was all too much to bear, so he gladly undid the vest and decided to sacrifice himself as food to the giantess as it was the only option he had left.

Another day as usual at another rural worksite was about to be interrupted by the giantess. This one however, was a bit busier, but with the radio silence due to the presence of radio-controlled explosives, no one on site could know, nor see or hear the events unfolding miles away. Therefore, when Sanctity arrived at the quarry it was to a pit of very surprised individuals. Within the next few minutes only two would survive the onslaught for the time being but were placed in very unenviable situations. For now, they, like many others, were minding their duties. The extremely heavy equipment that they were piloting, or the dynamite being laid down were not to be played around with. In the end, they weren't even big enough to be sufficient toys for the burgeoning female tempest. For the duo, both were waiting in queue to have their Caterpillar bucket trucks filled with crushed rock to be taken back up the quarry for further processing. The massive machines themselves were five stories of yellow and black steel and rubber, belching diesel fumes as the trucks moved. Since they were young growing up in the pacific northwest, neither had been too fascinated by the scale Tonka trucks that could be ridden on. Still, as both had their original education end in high school, the prospects were dim for anything outside the trades, which they found they flourished. Over the years, they had graduated from lighter duty bulldozers and backhoes to large dump trucks and earth movers. Both soon signed on to work on the latest mine site which had been in operation for a couple years by 2018. Both welcomed the mild weather by February standards as they sat in their unheated cabs waiting for the jarring impact of the rocks behind them as they sat fifty feet above the ground. Instead, something more massive was afoot as over the idling engine under them that was the size of a mini school bus a strange vibration actually shook their trucks. That would be all the warning that they would get that instead of the rocks, each would get their own massive brown boulder. Suddenly, a hundred-foot finger went pad first to completely darken the view of both operators. If they thought it couldn't be real in the first second, the gravity soon snapped them back from perceived fantasy to grim reality. They could barely see out the narrow side windows, but with the upwards momentum and streak of blue sky greeting them, they knew that in some impossible way they were rocketing upwards towards unknown fates. A sudden jolt shook them as the steel bars on the window separating them from the rock loads bent inwards from a warm, dark brown rough-skinned appendage. Facing straight up now they could see just under the chin of the perpetrator, the beautiful jawline of an attractive young ebony woman. Able to only see the sky above her and out towards the horizon, they could also see each other from a distance offering a mirror to what they were each experiencing. To their astonishment, while the trucks they drove were enormous on a human scale with tires that towered over even the tallest passenger vehicles, their entire machines were new trinkets stuck to the aroused nipples of a giant woman. While this view would mean they could avoid seeing what happened next, their coworkers were much less fortunate. Anyone else left operating heavy machinery or just milling about the quarry witnessed next was spectacular and deadly. First Sanctity used one of the biggest pieces of equipment in the yard to satisfy her vast lust. She would only briefly envelop it as it shot out of her into an impact crater that gushed out muddy piss. There was no time to escape as it rose rapidly, even overtaking the big trucks in a matter of seconds. All drowned as the drenching ammonia fumes knocked out the few who made it to the surface. Her new guests could feel her pounding heartbeat through her skin and knew something was going on. They then heard the raging torrent like a waterfall as she relieved herself, but their journey had only just begun.

Sanctity was happy to have some guests along for the ride, little did she know about the SUV trapped further down in her pubic hair. The two massive shovels were firmly crimped onto her breasts, and she wanted the world to have a reference of her raw scale. The dump trucks had six wheels all useless exposed to the air 1,800ft above the ground, like pinned beetles they weren’t going anywhere. The only one’s helped by her actions were the censors as her areolas were almost completely covered by her new nipple rings, but as they bobbed gently with her motions, it would be anything but a pleasure cruise for the helpless operators aboard them. Still, she felt it was time to say thanks for the tanks by heading their way. They were such tiny things compared to her magnificent body at first, she could only tell what they were by the out of place colors. It was clear that artillery in this part of the country was not intended to be camouflage, if used outside of training purposes at all. Still, she was certain that kaiju was not in the drills they had run though was genuinely upset that they still intended to hurt her. Instead, Sanctity wanted to put her foot down here. Seeing the field, they were setting up in was a short couple mile jaunt, she leered down at them as she glided over leaving the swirling muddy tan and gold bowl of urine behind, she was able to survey the scene. There was only maybe a dozen of the war machines, tiny tanks the size of Chex cereal, and they were flanked by numerous, smaller rice krispie sized Humvees. Sanctity hoped that they just watched her erotic displays using her body to wipe out swaths of infrastructure, drank the lake then sullied and filled the quarry. Looking down on them with pity in her gaze, she gave them a few seconds to size her up before she spoke to them in an ominous tone.

“Once more you decide to try to attack little old me when all I wanted was to try to have a little drink and fill in that garish hole you left on our only planet. I would say pick on someone your own size but now tanks to you I have decided to clamber towards those hazy buildings and do whatever comes to mind.”

She was unsure if the tiny soldiers could even understand her, but right as she finished that sentence the first tanks fired harmlessly at her ankles. Did they really think that they could harm her? She thought. She watched their futile efforts with amusement as she wondered if they were trying to distract her from more populated and tantalizing targets. Regardless, they only served to antagonize her and this rubbed her the wrong way. Round after round was fired at the unimpressed goddess, until her voice rang above the last volleys that only could only marginally glance off her solid shins.

“Very cute you guys, though I grow bored with your petty distractions.” She raised her hand towards her chest and used her pinky to brush over the tires of one of the suspended dump trucks to show off for the boys.

“You insects might have some cute toys; I am growing more and more to enjoy playing with them whether you want me to or not. I do not even want to waste time using your mighty war machines as fodder for my body at this point, but if you insist.”

Wasting no time, she extended her big toe again right at one of the tanks. She was amazed that the entire vehicle was easily overshadowed by the digit as she pressed down. It only gave resistance for a second before it crunched in a satisfying manner. She was happy to repeat this action four more times as she saw the remaining seven tanks trying to scatter. It was no use, as she could cover many miles per minute. Not able to hide her smile as they surely watched their brethren become smoking holes in the ground, Sanctity let them know her intentions.

“I see how busy that highway is becoming a few miles away with that delicious looking breakfast cereal inching along it. I know how much you Americans love your weird sports; I think I saw one called pumpkin seed spitting. Let me further assist you puny beings and see who the winner will be.”

Everyone watching at home who heard the translation of her loud lips minutes later already knew who the only victor whose spoils had prompted mass evacuations which would soon only exasperate things. Her upper torso shot down again, this time her hand easily gathering up all seven tanks and even a few of the tiny Hummers as well, thought she could not see the dozens of soldiers she collected as well as they were mercilessly popped and crushed between the rolling vehicles and her unyielding skin. She coyly brought them up to her face and took a nice long whiff of the pile through her nose. It smelled of diesel fumes, spent munitions and mainly fear. She promptly moved back along the already devastated road to her quarry as she unceremoniously dropped one tank into her wishing well, the crew certainly not picking drowning in urine as their last wish. With the six remaining military machines in hand, she moved back to the original spot and took a few more steps across the field towards the roadway. It was still a bit of a distance but the couple miles was literally within spitting distance of her statuesque form, or so she wanted to show. She leaned in again with pursed lips and kissed her quarry, noting some tingling sensations that she did not realize were the flailing bodies of tiny soldiers getting squished against her lips along with harmless bullets unable to even pierce her skin. Without warning she took two between her teeth gently with her mouth wide open so the rest could see. She could feel the useless tank treads brushing up against her enamel, knowing that these pathetic bugs were trying to escape was making her hot. With a snap of her neck like a bird about to swallow its prey, she chomped down on the tanks chewing loudly and showing off her food to their stunned comrades. She felt the mass of metal get smaller and smaller as it was obliterated between her canids and ground to a fine grit by her molars. She mercifully ended the display by swallowing the remainder, but then commenced with her contest. Sucking in another battered tank, she aimed then spit in the highway's direction. Sanctity did not get a good arc on it, and watched the machine explode in a fireball in an industrial park several hundred feet of the highway. She would have to aim higher, she thought to herself. Rearing her head back and focussing on the streaming colorful dots, she watched in amazement as the flying behemoth vehicle landed almost square to the busy roadway, collapsing a section of highways the twisted metal and saliva husk barreled through the support stanchions almost a mile and a half away from her.

“Bullseye!” She proudly exclaimed as her great fun caused chaos and misery for thousands. Trying almost too hard to repeat with the third tank she overshot the roadway by some distance this time, landing an astonishing two and a half miles away in a field. Callously, she simply decided to swallow the last tank, surely drowning the last tank crew in the sea of her stomach. No longer focused on the contents of her hand, she merely wiped wherever was left of the soldiers and smaller Humvees against her ass cheek, crushing the lot of them. Looking towards downtown Portland a scant few miles away, she decided it was time to revisit her old stomping grounds. Sanctity knew the world was watching along with the large earth movers that she forced into being her new nipple rings, but she still had no idea there was one more living person held captive by her magnificent body further down.

The middle-aged man’s wild ride continued as his SUV was hopelessly trapped in a tuft of the giant woman’s pubic hair as she laid waste to the land. As he saw a truck dealership below the giantess who was crawling on all fours turning his world upside down, the world shifted as the sound of metal wrenching rang out several hundred feet below him. The giantess had simply sat her round ass on the dealership, easily flattening everything underneath her. After she got up and onto all fours again after she was satisfied with the weapon of ass destruction, her focus shifted back to her ample chest. He watched helplessly from below in her pubic area as she used her right breast to mercilessly flatten an RV store, easily crumpling all the massive vehicles with her titflesh leaving behind nothing but carnage in a round shape. His host stood up again to her full height, and with jarring footsteps that he could never get used to, she started on the move again. Just by the general heading he was able to tell she was heading towards a more urban area as she passed by the point where she had first started. His view was still not great, as the coily pubic forest around him blocked out many of the finer details and the angle of his Ford was still skyward, but her next actions were ones he did not want to see even when forced. Hearing less asphalt crunching and more trees cracking, the man knew she had deviated her path again, but was shocked to see where it was. As the giantess bent down once more, he saw a small lake he was very used to as he had fished there before, even if it was not the one, he was heading to that morning. Regardless, thanks to the actions of the young woman he had arrived here anyhow, and it was soon quite clear why she had come. In his inverted view, he watched as she pursed her beautiful brown lips down to the water surface. At first, the man was unsure if anything was happening as she used her tongue to touch the bottom to test the depth, but then he saw several boats trying to escape her. To his astonishment, they suddenly slowed and started being drawn into Sanctity’s face. As he saw the shores of the pond expanding her way in all directions it obviously dawned on him that she was having a drink. The clattering of reels and the broken tackle box currently resting against the headliner of his upside-down SUV would never be able to catch this many fish in a thousand years he sardonically realized. The idea that all those trophy fish now digesting in the giantess’s stomach was a displeasing one, though not the last troubling thought he would be inspired to have by Sanctity. In dismay, he also saw the boats vanish into her oral cavity one by one as further up her taut dark brown tummy he could hear what sounded like rapids as her digestive tract got to work. When she was done, the lake was a mere puddle with a few glinting rivulets, as the sated giantess moved on to her next stop. The man was amazed when from his height he noticed the large quarry pit the giant woman visited next. As she played with the heavy equipment below, he took little solace in the fact that he was no longer alone. Watching above him as she placed two enormous earth movers on her nipples tightly, he could tell each of their six tires and wheels were larger than his SUV. If these were just jewelry for her what did that make him? He wondered. His view was blocked again as Sanctity grabbed an enormous piece of excavating equipment, but he could hear that it was in close proximity, as she ground it against her wet pussy to gently masturbate. All he could see as her fingers rose past him again, they were glistening in her fragrant juices, but the machinery was not present. This was followed by an internal gurgling behind him as the giantess prepared her most awful and spectacular show next. He was glad he could not see the sudden gush of a waterfall below him, as he could smell the fumes coming off what surely was a landscape altering piss. The man was also unaware that his original company inside her vaginal cavity who had drowned and was crushed by Sanctity’s vaginal muscles had her suitcase sized sedan rocket out of her pussy as she urinated, thus ending the strange final trip the now quite deceased middle-aged woman took from her apartment that day. This went on for a number of seconds until she relocated the old lake to the quarry after digesting all the contents. Glad to move on from that spot, the man now heard the salvos of heavy artillery below as the giantess continued to mock her attackers. While he could not see how she dealt with them on the ground, he watched in shock as she spat the multiton war machines a considerable distance. He was most upset by how this seemed like just a game for the young woman his vehicle was stuck to, a game that surely, she was winning uncontested at. Not knowing when or if his horrific ride would end, the giantess started to move on, as he could tell the streets below were getting more crowded by the sounds of panic that would sometimes waft up his way. She was getting closer to the city.

At the highest levels of the government, the president and joint chiefs of staff all had open lines to the generals commanding a battalion of tanks and armored troops to engage the giantess. They and the rest of the emergency session of congress watched on screens in disbelief while the tanks assembled as she continued to level buildings using her magnificent body, then when thirsty drained a lake with ease. All of them wanted to see what the heaviest artillery would do to her, but most conceded that at her size and how she responded to the helicopters earlier that this may have to serve as a diversionary tactic to give the city of Portland more time to evacuate or at least prepare themselves for her onslaught. The war hungry cabinet was eager to engage her but even the president himself stated that if and likely when this attack failed, he would have to look outside his inner circle to the lower offices on the ground for any ideas on how to stop this beautiful monster from her destructive path. While many wanted to answer force with force since it was all they ever knew, the ball was always in Sanctity’s court from the moment her body burst forth from the parking garage onto her home court. While the current administration was very friendly to the industries that consumed and processed nonrenewable resources, it was slowly becoming more apparent that these were what the giant woman was targeting. As the representatives of these constituencies became more belligerent and asked for an escalation in attacks to protect their resources, it was noted by most that it had at least bought more time for civilians to try and flee but would waste manpower. Still, being pressed they were pleased with the artillery plan, though the side effect could be disastrous if this led the giantess to engage the vulnerable civilian populations beyond. The EPA heads were especially worried when they watched on the monitors as the giantess relieved herself, filling up a quarry with her putrid urine. Sanctity was now wearing her earth mover nipple rings, once again openly mocking the puny people who attacked her with her size. Watching the skirmish in real time proved no less frustrating, as the giantess simply went after the armor before they even attacked her. Most were in position, but none could fire higher than her imposing shins. RPGs and other bazookas could only muster a kneecap, exploding harmlessly against her smooth ebony skin. Then with more generals and officials audibly gasping, Sanctity used her toes to begin to dispatch the ground forces before lifting the other half of the heavy artillery tanks to her face. Already in retreat mode and out of ammunition, generals yelling at them to fire could not change this fact as they had to await whatever fate the giantess had in store for them. Their only solace is that she did not keep them waiting long, returning one to her new piss lake as if she was a mall walker tossing a penny into a fountain to make a wish. Next as she lifted the war machines to her mouth, she made a snack out of two of them showing off her mighty mouth. Next, the giantess started spitting the tanks across miles of the landscape, it was painfully obvious that these means would be ineffective against the young woman. As an official whispered something into the president's ear, he decided to dismiss the military group to the other side of the oval office and open the floor to the other department heads gathered. The most promising lead came from a local FBI office who had located several close companions to Sanctity and offered a psychological game plan. As the world looked on with itchy trigger fingers of their own, he relented to hear out more about these plans even though he and the bureau had recent history with each other that made the president wary of their intentions but was out of options but to relent and hear them out. Many other world leaders had resorted to offers of help to the United States though there was still some saber rattling as they were weary of what her or any other giantess would do to their countries. Some even openly mocked the USA for the ineffectiveness of their weapons and that they would have easily taken care of the giant threat in some way. A lot of these were then dismissed online and meme’d as none offered the actual solution as to how they would be able to accomplish this outside the usual hokum. For now, the president and his men were now getting direct lines of communication with a local Portland FBI office, along with the previously ignored science committees to see what they could offer in either a biological or psychological solution. Being further antagonized by the foolish tank attack would only cause Sanctity to grow more belligerent to the helpless populations around her now, and across the aisles all agreed she must be stopped before too much more damage was done. Still, the strategies were going to take time and the city was about to run out of it as Sanctity approached the urban outskirts.

Arriving in a room with a surprisingly spry older gentleman who did not seem like he would be so high ranking in the FBI let Jeremy and his lab instructor know that the bureau was listening and to tell him what made Sanctity tick. The man came off as more inquisitive and observant than the police officers and let them know that if they had any plans, they had conjured up to spitball them there and they would see if anything stuck. Just as Jeremy began to recite part of the plan he and his professor had worked out, all three turned to the television set to watch as she turned a quarry into her personal sandbox before making it her pussy’s litter box. The man turned to them and let them know one thing outright. The young woman who they knew no longer existed, that no matter what she did and what choices she made that she would likely forever be looked at as a monster, no matter how hard either of them thought against such a label. But, with all other options for force seemingly becoming moot, they all were in agreement that they just wanted bloodshed to end. Wisely, Jeremy and his lab coach had discussed their plans beforehand and were well versed in how they wanted some form of immunity should things go down other than as planned. They did not inform the bureau chief, however, of any ulterior motives the two may have had. As the pictures and plaques on the officers' walls clattered and fell with the increasing proximity of the goddess, none of the three seemed too concerned as all had something to gain from the situation. If things worked out the bureau head had a juicy promotion to look forward to. For the lab technician it would be a little dicier as he and Jeremy would be hounded and harried for their new technology. Therefore, it was already clear that he and Jeremy would have to keep it under wraps. Jeremy for his part wanted to be closer with Sanctity, but now her immense size and change in demeanor would obviously complicate these matters. For now, the three of them began to spitball on what could get such an enormous woman’s attention. Jeremy knew her eyesight was excellent, but still would need some large text to be able to see what was trying to be communicated with her. What was said also had to be similarly disarming as the three had already seen what she could do to implements of war, as she would show them once more moments later. All their attention was turned to the television monitors as several news outlets had different angles on the action as Sanctity discovered a battalion of tanks and military personnel. The cameras shook as her toes made short work of the armor burying a number of individual tanks before she lifted the other six. As she chucked one into her yellow pond, and began chewing and spitting the rest, the FBI chief gave them a stern look and said that there would have to be some non-disclosure protections on all of their communications, on and off the record. Both Jeremy and his lab boss hastily agreed, and quickly continued on with the plans that they had come up with using things that only Sanctity would recognize and not feel threatened by. While he was talking to him, a red phone on his desk began to ring, and both knew that this would be their chance. The man listened and responded in quick speech, some coded, and then looked up at them. “They are here” he said to whomever was on the line, then told the higher ups that they had formulated a preliminary plan and would need access to several items and locations. This would be their best chance of somehow derailing Sanctity’s rampage as she now set her sights on the city itself, though all three knew that it would be too late for countless citizens caught up in her path. When the bureau chief hung up, he said that they would have to get to a small airfield on the outskirts of town for their conveyance and stated that he truly hoped their plan would work. All three went down to the garage where they piled into a stereotypical black Chevy Suburban with a mean looking bully bar that they might have to use. By now the streets had erupted in chaos and would only get worse as the black beauty arrived in the city.

While one would never say piloting a tank could be a boring job, here in the pacific northwest there never seemed to be much to do outside of endless training and scenarios of Russian and Chinese invasions that seemed farfetched to say the least. Still, on this mild February morning on base something just felt different. In the mess hall many breakfasts were interrupted by the bullhorn, shocking most with a solid alert tone, as the soldiers, and heavy artillery engineers all met in a situation room. It was there where they first laid eyes on the colossal woman as she moseyed about the countryside. At first, they assumed it was a joke, but through her detailed destruction and blatant nudity along with some of the areas she was trodding upon being recognized by the men and women in the room drove home the fact that this indeed was happening. Many were quickly mustered to their battle stations, unsure of what exactly was going on as four ill-fated Apache attack helicopters took off from the base. Most were told that their orders were coming from the highest authorities now and that they were to be mustered towards a field on the outskirts of the city. At first, they were blissfully unaware of Sanctity’s actions with the helicopters and her destructive walk using her godlike body to destroy varying pieces of equipment and infrastructure. It was only when the dozen tanks, supporting troops and Humvees were situated in the field did they start to witness what the giantess was up to. Her headfirst appeared on the horizon, so far yet as detailed as someone standing across the street from you, she would have miles to cover if she were to get there. But as they watched her drinking a reservoir that many had visited over the years like a bowl of soup, it was apparent that she could cause some real damage. As she approached ever closer to their position, many clutched their heavy weapons in some foolish hope that these would sway her actions, or at least have her change course as they knew that they were hopelessly outgunned. As Sanctity walked to a quarry a few miles off, the soldiers on the ground and in their tanks finally had a full view of her form. She appeared to be a normal young African American woman with a slim physique, perky breasts, short black hair and quite nude. What she did next made them question their orders, as she gathered a few of the only vehicles that were larger than their tanks and stuck them on her erect nipples high above the ground. Next, a large excavator was dwarfed by her mahogany fingers, as she used the multiton machine to pleasure herself briefly before she did a magic act making the contraption vanish. It reappeared in a blur as the stunned soldiers saw the giantess relieve herself in the pit, surely drowning many workers as a result. They could hear the gushing urine from miles away, but as she finished their blood ran cold as big, beautiful round eyes looked down at them. They had been spotted. Taking up defensive positions seemed futile as Sanctity covered ground quickly, looming over them in a matter of seconds. Opening the vast void of her mouth, she spoke in a familiar yet amplified alien voice, using her finger to teasingly brush the wheels of an earth mover stuck to her nipple to make a point to them. Speaking so loudly that the canisters inside the barrels of the tanks rattled in words that could not be understood only served to spook the battalion into firing. Standing a half mile in height, only the shoulder fired rockets reached her kneecaps, and even though it was an easy target to hit with most on the mark, the young woman seemed unaffected. Lifting one foot, the giantess wriggled her toes and was about to show them what she could do when an all too late order to retreat was given. The dark toe pad landed with a heavy thud on one of the retreating tanks bending the turret down as a loud clicking came from the motor as so much weight was on the tracks that they were stuck in place. A fraction of a second later a metal wrenching crunch warned the rest of the soldiers that the tank was gone, easily crushed under the giant woman’s big toe along with its crew, and she was keen to repeat this action another five times before she changed up her strategy to something more terrifying. With a speed that seemed unnatural for something so large, the mountain of woman crouched down and grabbed the six remaining tanks along with many soldiers and Humvees as the few survivors scattered as best they could to watch what she did next. First, she walked over to her piss pond and tossed one of the tanks in, as it sank like a rock drowning the entire crew without time for them to even try to open the hatch. Sanctity then placed another tank in her mouth and began to chew, her massive molars making quick work of the thick battle armor on the vehicle, then sticking her vast tongue out to show the rest of her captors the shredded remains of their compatriots before loudly swallowing the mess and patting her taut tummy far below. Next, the soldiers watched in terror as she placed the tanks in her mouth one at a time, crunching the first few down between her teeth with ease to make them more aerodynamic, pinning or squashing the crews inside, and spit the saliva-covered mass into the distance. Each would land with a horrific crash miles away rolling and tumbling into wads of fiery, shredded metal. As the giantess finished off the last tank, the remaining soldiers and vehicles in her hand were unceremoniously ground to bits against her shapely ass without the time to register any last thoughts. Only a handful on the ground would survive this assault as Sanctity pondered her next actions.

Sanctity was now approaching the city, having a little more difficulty following the highway as more and more houses and surface streets surrounded it. At this point her huge 400-foot-long steps were impossible to place without causing massive amounts of destruction and loss of life, but after the tanks and previously helicopters attacking her, she had lost all interest in preserving the insect like humans lives as they did not care about hers. First, she realized that she was in a familiar area as the time using Google maps was coming into play, even if there was no option for Streetview while standing at her full height. Also, with the dots of moving traffic, and blurry specks of people probably in panic, she could barely see her apartment from here. Not one to dwell on the past, she could also see a congregation of flashing blue, white and red lights, no doubt the little bugs knew who she was by now and where she lived. Only slightly annoyed at this invasion of privacy, Sanctity had given up any shred of being able to hide herself when she grew to a half mile goddess. Still, this would not go unpunished, as she once again sat on her heels, giving her former neighborhood a view of a vagina that could swallow multiple apartments with ease. This caused the entire area to go into hysteria as the largest pussy known to man adjoined with a tantalizingly close toned ass darkened the sky. Pincering three fingers on her right hand, she dug underneath her entire three-story apartment building, incidentally, obliterating several neighboring tenements. With her beautiful brown eyes on the prize, she delicately lifted the entire structure, several police cars, and a few chunks of the back alley with her. Luckily, she assumed correctly that they had evacuated her neighbors to a safe distance before the search, as only uniformed officers were home at the time. They quickly transitioned from the ones spying on her belongings to the ones being spied on as Sanctity swiftly stood to her full height and brought her former residence to her face with ease. The entire slab was nearly weightless in her hand as she laced the whole lot on her upturned palm. Bringing them past her wide grin showing her prey teeth that were comparable in size to the building they clumsily held on to, a deep brown iris and pupil the size of a billboard soon dominated every window view. It was so small and detailed; she could just barely make out her apartment on the second floor along with the fire escape dangling like a crumb. Squint as she might, it was just impossible to see any people but from a few ill-advised orange specks of fire, she could tell they saw and were shooting at her. The bullets were so weak, they failed to even penetrate her eye lens, as the smaller than dust ammunition was harmlessly washed into her tear ducts. Still, Sanctity was not amused, and pulled them a little further out to show them her displeasure. She then lowered them back towards her mouth, where her brief frown was again replaced by a ravenous smile. Girls just wanna have fun, and Sanctity pursed her lips as if going in for a kiss or to inhale them, but instead she would weaponize her lungs. With a subtle inhale, she directed her breath right at the building in her upturned palm. It was so cool watching it break apart as if in an oversize wind tunnel. First the trees fell along with bits of street debris, but the harder she blew, the lighter the building felt. Then, she watched as the police cars started to move. Slow at first, but then the lights on one were blackened by the hood flying open, then the car flipped off her hand into the neighborhoods far below. Next went the other, flipping spectacularly with its pinprick strobe lights flashing until the entire thing became a fireball seconds later. Finally, the roof lifted and exploded into confetti as invisibly small contents of the apartments rained down on the citizens trying to escape Sanctity’s shadow. Next went her apartment, for which she paused with a eulogy for the space along with the many officials who were surely spending their last moments in her stuff.

“How rude! You are supposed to ask a woman politely before barging into her apartment. Shame on you, I do hope you wanted to be pilots, cuz here is a chance to fly.”

With that, Sanctity blew a final blast of air at hundreds of miles an hour past EF5 levels made the entire building react as if at Bikini Atoll as the entire place was scoured to the foundation. The remains along with what she hoped were some satisfied officers slowly wafted, spread, and crashed into the surrounding roads and houses for over a mile around. Sanctity had effectively said goodbye to her past. The only thing she mourned for were her innocent house plants, even though some were annoyingly dead or dying already when they ceased to be. Aiming her palm, she used her other hand to flick the remains sharply at the people below. She was sure more than a few for various citizens had cheered on the tanks, now they would know what it was like to be fired upon by artillery made up of cement, the foundation of her former home. Finished with her efforts here, Sanctity realized that her hunger pangs had returned, and decided to seek counsel from the biggest source of material in her proximity. For the few, spindly or short buildings in the office park, breakfast was served.

As the giantess wrought more and more havoc on the ground, rescue services were being spread thin. Almost as soon as Sanctity passed through any community, ordinary citizens began organizing search and rescue efforts in unison with the overburdened local authorities. Such a human disaster did succeed in bringing the injured communities together as she rapidly continued to tear others apart. Every red, white, yellow and blue strobe light attached to a vehicle seemed to be lit as all rescue services ventured to where they could. Many were stuck in the moonscape of feminine footprints so deep that driving through was not an option as they parked stunned by the roadside where the land was replaced by a cliff. Any structures around these new several hundred-foot pits likely sustained damage, even partial collapse from the tremors the giantess brought down. For many, this is where they began to try to search for the injured, as Sanctity’s sexy body slowly receded into the distance like a storm, rhythmic thunder fading but still omnipresent. As she stuck to the main roads, almost all travel was constantly interrupted if not impossible by any means but air, and helicopters were in short supply. Many pilots had already witnessed Sanctity piercing the two Apache attack helicopters as insufficient nipple rings, before she went and effortlessly swallowed another. They were reluctant to take to the air under these circumstances but as the road ended every quarter mile into 130ft wide chasms that were too long and deep to drive any sort of vehicle around. Those who did reach any point where her body had made contact with the ground would find nothing but flattened earth, whether it was a toe she had placed covering a gas station to the true moonscape left by her shapely ass, nothing on this earth could survive under Sanctity’s weight. Still, as citizens that were not flattened or devoured by the giant dark-skinned woman coped with the new landscape around them, they had to rely on each other for comfort and rescue efforts more often than not. All walks of life were not spared by her equalizing mass, as enemies, foes and friends all banded together for their greater survival. As people watched the news across the country and the greater world, many in the Portland area scanned the horizon inevitably spotting the beautiful menace. Some fled via any means necessary as traffic snarled quickly as trains and buses quickly filled past capacity. Still, her erratic path and actions made guessing an escape route difficult. This continued to confound those on the ground trying to protect their fellow citizens from harm, as Sanctity showed the world that her thirst could drain established lakes, and the resulting urination would have major environmental impacts. Next, her widely scattered tank spitting contest caused widespread scenes of devastation that also showed off her seeming infallibility to the weapons at hand. Many other world leaders took notice and were also increasingly cagey as the young woman continued her rampage. Search and rescue operations were sent up narrow roads to the lake but found it completely lacking water, wildlife and vessels. However, they found multiple pickup trucks with empty boat trailers in the parking lot along with one truck crushed by the boat launch, chillingly indicating that the giantess was currently digesting everything they had missed. Members of the EPA were sent to assess the situation at the quarry as it became abundantly clear anyone who had been operating the site drowned in humiliating fashion as Sanctity used it as her personal toilet. Closer to the city, local police and FBI officers had descended on a three-story apartment building on a nondescript street evacuating the building and cordoning off the area from the curious public. While in the end, it was these cats who would be killed, as Sanctity got the drop on them.

Looking at her next destination, Sanctity noticed a small silver snake glinting in the morning light. Well, more like a worm, and it dawned on the giantess that this was the double decker commuter rail she sometimes took downtown. It was so annoying, it always seemed that they stopped at every single station rather than a less nauseating express route when she wanted to go places. Still, this one looked like it was moving slowly, if at all. Little did she know her footsteps had derailed it seconds earlier. After watching it lay there for a few seconds, she decided the large piece of transportation could use a friend whether the tiny commuters wanted one or not. Deviating from her intended snack for just a few more minutes, she bent down over the portion of the tracks where the teensy train lay in wait. Reaching towards the large locomotive, she noted only the slightest bit of weight as she used her left hand to pinch the lead car lifting it off the tracks. It felt a bit fragile, so she decided to lay the diesel locomotive on her right palm closest to her wrist and laid it out the length of her hand. Lifting her right hand, she looped the end car back around her palm three more times until the last passenger car was on her pointer finger. Sanctity lifted the entire double decker commuter train up to her beaming face as she stood once more to her dizzying, full height. The silver double decker train looked so fragile in her right hand, even though it was about four times as long it weighed less than a shoelace. Deciding once more to address her captive audience, Sanctity was still not aware no one could understand what she was saying until lip readers deciphered it minutes later. Still, this made the news helicopters watching her every move zoom in intently as she was becoming naughtier by the minute, and it made for good copy as far as they were concerned. Through her broad smile came the words,

“Hello, my little morsels, you must have missed my fun with those pesky tanks just now. That is ok, from this angle your itty-bitty train looks like a piece of spaghetti. I cannot imagine it being very filling but maybe just a taste.”

With that, she closed her eyes and puckered her lips, sucking in the first three train cars into her huge mouth. Sanctity just toyed with them, licking and rocking them on her tongue, getting them slathered in her saliva. It drove her wild wondering what the tiny people aboard were thinking as she held them there, about to become food for the goddess. Instead, she released the train cars from her mouth and let them know what they meant to her.

"You all taste so yummy my little spaghetti, but I am afraid you just would not be filling enough for a big girl like me. Tell you what, I think I have a purpose for you to compliment my ensemble."

Lowering her right hand towards breasts that could crumple the dozen train cars like tinfoil, Sanctity showed off her latest fashion accessory. It made her wet just imagining what the nearly microscopic commuters were thinking when they saw the massive bucket trucks held aloft easily by just her nipples. She continued giving the tiny men and women on the train the grand tour of her body as they were next lowered to her flat belly to try to trick them into thinking that they would be inside of it soon and there was nothing they could do about it. Going down further past her trimmed bush of pubic hairs was another trick up her lady sleeve. Curling her hand slightly, she brought the entire trembling locomotive next to her cavernous cunt, so that her hand and therefore surely the micro people could feel the fragrant heat radiating off of it. Bringing them in close for almost a full minute, she swiftly brought them all back to her face to inform them of how she intended to wear them. Sanctity was sure they would be momentarily relieved that instead of being worn on her insides trapped in a pussy that would squish their train like gum wrappers, they were back to her smiling face once more. Speaking to her captive audience, Sanctity decided on her next piece of jewelry for the day.

“While I am no fan of the jewelry industry and how precious gems and the labor of those from my country and those surrounding them, I have decided you will make the perfect necklace for me since you were mined ethically from right here in Oregon. I know how hard it is to make friends in a new city, so I suggest you get cozy with your neighbors down there since it will be a bumpy ride from here. To help you feel welcome, I will now take you onto my bosom and give you a grand tour of the city. I hope you enjoy it since by the end of the tour there may be much fewer buildings and landmarks than at the start.”

With that, Sanctity began to unfurl the train cars, bringing her right hand behind her neck. It would be an awkward fit for sure, but the twelve train cars seemed like they would be plenty long to wrap all around her neck. She knew to make it work, sacrifices would have to be made, mainly that of the first and last train cars, as she looped the entire locomotive around her neck and crimped the two train cars together, completely crushing them. Still, this fused them together effectively enough to complete the loop as the other ten train cars now hung proud across the top of her shoulders to the top of her cleavage. Sanctity stood there for a few moments, admiring her latest handwork. Doing a few twirls to show off her latest piece of jewelry to the stunned helicopters safely minding their distance from the goddess lest they become her earrings. Taking a deep breath, she could feel her now accessory gently brushing against her smooth skin as her lungs expanded and contracted. Sanctity decided to grab a small snack before she hit the road harder than the road could take, and she settled on a spot where she had been previously before. Now she would be back in a big way and would let her latest body of work do the talking.

It was a mysterious assignment, as while the new officer was aware of the extraordinary news that morning, it didn't dawn on him that he and the other officers and detectives were heading towards a related scene. Assigned to just the busy work of evacuating the apartment building and cordoning off the perimeter, he was content to sit in his white Impala sedan police cruiser. Parked on the street outside, he was on the computer as more suited detectives were going in and out. Some carried briefcases, computers and other paraphernalia. While he was not entirely sure what they were doing, the communications and reports of his radio got crazier by the minute as the giantess moved about causing havoc with her body alone. He listened on the radio as she attacked the military helicopters then the officer watched on the live feed as he was made startlingly aware of what her gigantic body was targeting next. The officer heard frantic radio calls further down the frequency band as rural sheriffs were mercilessly crushed under Sanctity’s gorgeous feet, lips and breasts. Their calls for help cut short as moments later on the computer screen he would see a house sized nipple replace the aerial view of flashing blue lights with a deep crater. Her actions only became more belligerent as agents continued to swarm the apartment as he noticed the first tremors. On the screen the giantess had just finished dispatching a dozen tanks as easily as a normal person would pick up several checkers' pieces. As the giant woman started moving closer, the Impala the officer sat in began shaking while parked there as he saw the crowd gathered near the yellow police tape grow leery. They dispersed and even his fellow officers and the field agents looked uneasy, as the shaking grew more intense, even moving his entire car so the wheels scraped the curb. Inside the apartment, the dreary view from Sanctity's second story windows offered little sky, only neighboring tenements as heavy items and furniture shifted and fell with her footfalls. As the agents dug deep, an all-call emergency tone blared on their radios. Unlike the officers on the ground, the agents were told Sanctity was heading in their direction. The call, however, came much too late as the giantess was already upon them. The sky was suddenly darkened as the last footfall was several blocks away but still jarring enough to knock a houseplant off it’s hook, nearly giving an agent a concussion as they rushed to the windows to try to have a look at what it was. In the sliver of sky, the suburban apartment offered was a wholly unexpected sight. The tight, wet vagina of a young African woman looking like it could swallow most of the buildings on the block. Unable to see her face glaring down at them, nor the movements of her hands, there was an explosion next to the building that turned out to be her fingers completely leveling the apartment next door and digging underneath the structure. The stunned officer in his cruiser only saw the building next to him explode as Sanctity’s finger only started to become visible as the smoke cleared. They all felt the ground become uneasy as suddenly the building and some of the streets left the city behind. A sudden rush upwards revealed the gravity of the situation as it was abundantly clear now where they were. Their entire universe was contained wholly on the finger of the young woman terrorizing the city and were completely at her mercy. Looking down her outstretched hand to an arm that was longer than and building in the region, was a body attached to it that would have been easy on the eyes if not for its imposing half mile in height. They soared past her perky breasts, with the true enormity of their scale revealed by the two heavy duty earth moving trucks stuck to her nipples like toys. Finally, they reached her beaming face, as the agents knew that they had been discovered by the former resident of the apartment that seemed weightless on her fingerprint and could only await whatever fate Sanctity had in store for them now. The big brown eye examined them as a highway sign sized pupil dilated in and out, so big it saw right through them. Further down was the haunting smile she gave them and the rest of the world watching the live feeds. Moving them to her mouth, it seemed the whole world now held it’s breath, except for the largest individual. The smile turned into puckered lips ahead out in front of her finger food. Or so they now thought, as instead the officer in his car noticed all sorts of papers and objects flying past. Small items became larger as nothing fastened down began to move towards the edge of the world. While he was not buckled in, he felt as if his patrol car was getting light. He was angled almost right at the giant woman who had not yet come close to letting on the full torrent of her young lungs. The downforce of his sedan was the only thing that kept him from flipping, as he watched helplessly as the other patrol car the giantess lifted somersaulted spectacularly over the edge. His windscreens, windows and part of his strobe lights already shattered; his car lost its aerodynamic profile as the hood smashed hard into the windshield. This caused the puny car to get pushed sideways and start a barrel roll at terrifying speed. It impacted hard on the pavement, then her thick skin almost ejecting the gravely injured officer before it began to plummet. She was so tall it took a few seconds before he impacted into an office building, killing a few more victims on the ground. In the apartment, the structure was not faring well either. While hurricane Sanctity raged outside, all the windows shattered explosively as all light items swirled around the apartments. They could hear the roof tear off above in another gust that shifted and shattered furniture. Then, the eye of the storm passed by as the giant woman tauntingly spoke to them, dealing another blow as she was so close and loud it shattered several eardrums. Many wished they were blinded or plain taken out of commission for what happened next, as the wall of winds swept in completely blasting her former apartment building to pieces, raining down on the city below. This would cause another scatterplot of injuries and some fatalities, but the next victims would be concentrated then torn apart.

Sanctity knew she was being naughty, and even gave her disgusted audience a pose with her latest fashion accessory. She had never felt this way before. While not the first time as a shorter than average minority woman she had been attacked, but now she was in full control. She doled out ever greater execution sometimes beyond what even she felt was necessary, but it was weird. In her mind, Sanctity almost felt like on a molecular level that something was driving her urges. Still, these were war machines meant to inflict death upon countless people, and not they were all pointed directly at her. While defending herself was one thing, this would go beyond the line as she now felt to act on revenge. Just another job interview that wound up being not only no job, but a short tryst with a worker there. When she found out from him about the older male who was hired instead of her from the pool of candidates, she was not surprised that while he was established as being with other companies for a while, they overlooked why he left. Convinced she should have been hired and because of other maltreatment from the guy, she wanted revenge on some level. Overlooked so many times, Sanctity now overlooked the entire office complex. Several buildings, some rising to eight stories high were a tempting size to say the least. Only half as tall as her fingers, these would make a nice little snack she supposed. While not ideal, she knew enough about biology to assume that the rewards outweighed the risks, though plants would be better if not livestock. But she was not sure that she would have loved working there as there were several petroleum based companies along with an energy drink and alcohol selling firm located on the premises as well. Little did Sanctity know that the edited genes she ingested also had an effect on her microbiome and digestive tracts. With more efficiency and the ability to digest more than any human could on a molecular level, she got to work. So did hundreds of office workers, as the loaded, cylindrical ten story garage showed. No longer caring about her surroundings as much she simply plopped her toned ass onto the ground, eyes fluttering as she completely flattened several blocks worth of buildings and streets. With labia taller than the biggest building in the park, Sanctity had their attention. Her pussy now loomed right over the park as she spoke to them, thighs rushing on both sides as her torso blacked out the sun.

“Hello boys, I am sure you might not recognize me, other than maybe one little mite who already couldn’t bother to be able to fill this when I was my normal height. But that is not important right now. Look at me. Maybe my life would be a little different if you had hired me, but for obvious, glaring reasons you passed me over. And by extension yours as well. Now what to do with you? As you can plainly see the reason you decided to set me on this course could easily be your demise. I would love to feel your little buildings melt under my sex but that would be too easy for you. I want you all to stick around so let me borrow your rides.”

With that, she reached down and plucked the entire garage out of the ground. It was like a shorter toilet paper tube for her, and with a clap she brought her palms together around it. It exploded in a cloud of pulverized cement, and she made sure nothing would be left as she ground her hands together. It was shredded so severely that the entire garage and its contents of cars and CUVs was reduced to tiny chips of concrete and metal confetti. This fluttered down on the city along with pieces of torn and bloodied suits from those who were caught in the wrong place. Done dispatching their only means of escape, Sanctity plunged her open palm underneath the remainder of the office park. All six buildings felt like a paperweight as she made sure to tilt the lot at a nonlethal angle towards her glorious cunt as she lifted them up off the ground. Making sure not to move them too fast so that they would remain conscious for what she had in store for them, she lifted them past her entire glorious body giving them a view to die for. Sanctity addressed the businesses one last time.

“Well my pretty little bugs, now that you didn’t want to see what I could do for your business, now you will all bear witness to what you can provide to me; namely nourishment. Fear not my morsels, for my tongue, teeth and stomach will at least shatter any of the glass ceilings you have in place and golden parachutes are useless in my stomach, bon voyage.”

With that, Sanctity bore down on a couple of the stout facilities using her great tongue to crush and swirl the buildings before swallowing the messy lot whole. Three tightly packed together seven story office buildings were next on her menu as she bared her monstrous teeth in a devilish grin. Opening the void of her mouth, she brought her incisors down to the base of the three structures and sliced through them with ease. Using her tongue, she tortured and tasted them, rolling the buildings around like fragile tootsie rolls. Opening her lips, Sanctity gladly shared with the one remaining office building as the other three were shredded and ground to pieces by her molars, before being swallowed down the void of her throat. She remembered the final building as the location of the business whose old boys club atmosphere turned her down and later read more on several websites about the rampant nepotism taking place there, but no longer. Opening her mouth once more in a big smile, she could feel bits and pieces of the office buildings, furniture and workers all stuck to her teeth and tongue as she puckered up again. Interested in the last building between her lips, Sanctity licked the glass and concrete exterior virally, slathering it in a heaping layer of her saliva. Using her lips to separate the base of the building from the decimated office park in her palm, she simply swallowed the inverted structure down whole. She could only imagine what their thoughts were as they traveled down her throat towards her esophagus, bits and pieces of the exterior breaking off as it went. It was a little smaller than an ice cube and went down easy, vanishing into her vast stomach as Sanctity paid them no more mind. Slapping the remaining lots of the office park in her palm against her smooth inner thigh, she let her index finger graze her wet pussy only slightly as her actions were only sating one hunger as another grew. Looking down at her captive audience, she smiled at the trains and earth movers. Sanctity then looked up at the busy interstate a couple miles away and decided to help clear some traffic as only a goddess could. Gracefully standing back to her full height, she felt the remains of the neighborhood that now resembled the imprint of her cute as falling off her skin, and realized being a giantess was a dirty job, but maybe a bath would be in order in a while.

A double decker commuter train running out to the suburbs was normally a route run with very little passenger load in the late mornings. Having already dropped off hundreds of riders in the city centers, this mid morning route experienced the usual delays on the way in, but more unusual were the loading delays on the way out. By now, the engineer was aware vaguely of the fantastical rumors, and as he was usually able to skip at least a stop or two he was surprised as more and more usually empty station platforms held passengers. Still, he had a route to run and the tracks were laid out for him. Tall buildings and concrete walls obscured the view of the locomotive as it pressed on, unknowingly towards a giant woman visiting her apartment one last time. After Sanctity blasted the puny building apart with as much effort as she would use dispersing dandelion seeds, the passengers of the outbound train had no idea that they had been spotted. A sudden jolt on the tracks locked the brakes on all twelve cars as several people were injured by the quick stop. Unfortunately for them many would not have time to lick those wounds as suddenly the entire front of the train jerked upwards. There was trouble ahead and trouble behind, and they knew this notion just crossed their minds. Barely remaining upright, the entire first three cars were placed on an alien landscape. It took several seconds before they realized that the five tawny serpents below were the fingers of a young woman who was keen to repeat this action with the other nine train cars. The rise to the top was a swift one, though none could have bargained for such a view on the way up to half a mile of beautiful young woman. Still it was not without it’s thrills as they rose past such sights as a vagina with labia much taller than the train cars were long, past her flat tummy which must have held a stomach that could easily fit several trains within its confines, round perky breasts whose scale was emphasized by being capped with their own gigantic shovel trucks, and finally to her beaming face. While she was happy to see them, the rows of sharp, white teeth could easily end their lives in an instant if she chose to. Many were in a daze when even those who weren’t, thought they were concussed when the booming indecipherable voice of a young woman rattled the aluminum sides and windows of the stranded train. Her loving tone and sweet voice confirmed the worst as she puckered her big lips and moved her hand towards the rear car of the train. With the doors locked between the coupling train cars, the oral void sucked in the last three rail cars with ease encasing dozens of people in darkness outside of shaky phone flashlights and emergency lighting. Humidity rose sharply as Sanctity’s sweet breath flooded the double decker train cars, commuters grabbing hold of the rails as a massive tongue juggled and licked their flimsy shelters. With a soggy thud, they were spit out and landed on the giant woman’s hand once more joining the rest of the snaking train cars, looking out of windows smeared with moisture from the giantess they hoped never to have to relive the action again. The voice of the goddess resonated through bleeding eardrums once more, as she began to lower them for another slower tour of her magnificent body, making it back to her foreboding nether region. The windows on all the train cars fogged up as the giantess brought them up close and personal to the radiant heat of her womanhood. Many pleaded and begged for their lives as they thought this would be it, the train itself being a passenger riding inside the cozy confines of the colossal cunt, but after a minute or two of her lording her horny pussy over them, the giant woman seemed to change her mind once again. Still, one last ear piercing speech from the exuberant young goddess before she upped the casualty count, gently pinching and lifting the lead car from the bunch. Sanctity brought this around the back of her neck, grabbing the tail of the metal worm in the other direction. Her great fingerprints rose above the roofs on each side of the trains as those inside looked helplessly at each other facing opposite directions. Little did they know that they would be much closer an instant later when she squashed both cars together with a terrible metallic sound. Those in the other ten train cars heard the wrenching noise of the giantess crimping the cars together into an oozing mass of metal and blood. Over a hundred other commuters were just along for the ride as the dark skinned goddess turned their mode of transportation into a piece of jewelry. Dozens of metal wheels brushed against her smooth skin as the entire train rested precariously around Sanctity’s neck and above her breasts. The view from 2,000 feet was no less harrowing as out the left side windows was a breathtaking drop along a vertical body with the only hope of stoppage being the long, curved shelf of her beautiful bouncing breasts. On the right side was the confident jawline of Sanctity herself, smiling at her handy work as she moved on to her next activity. Seeing her swollen nipples below along with the mega machines trapped there, little did they know these would again be Sanctity’s focus as she tested their payload capacity to the extreme. But first, the goddess was hungry and the only solace that they could have was that the train did not end up on the menu as an appetizer.

Through the front window of the yellow and black heavy duty earth movers, the operators had an unorthodox view of the clear blue February sky. This view was bracketed by the underside of the chin and neckline of the colossal young woman who plucked their heavy machinery from the quarry with ease and stuck them in their current predicament. Completely at Sanctity's mercy, they bobbed up and down on the edge of her titflesh with every unseen footstep. Aside from the rattling metal of their damaged shelters, a sudden burst of artillery rang out far below. While they could not see the initial action, the devilish smile on the giantess’s face showed them how little she cared about the situation. One by one, they heard some tremendous metal wrenching crunches as less turrets were now firing. Feeling the momentum of her bending down briefly, she brought a few friends along with her as her hands lifted past the helpless dump trucks with a palm full of tanks. A brief walk back to their inundated jobsite was followed with a splash far below as one of the multiton war machines was tossed. Next, she spoke in words too loud to hear but the actions spoke louder as Sanctity casually tossed two tanks into her mouth. Loud chewing and mashing metal was heard above as her bottom jaw moved about with little effort before they watched the contents of her mouth disappear down her delicate neck. Continuing with her sadistic games, they saw Sanctity start to spit the tanks, with a few globs of her saliva drenching the helpless operators as the tanks were flung into the distance with the predictable explosive rolling crashes miles away. Looking on from the remaining Humvees and injured soldiers with disdain, she simply brushed her hand somewhere further down her body than they could see, likely ending the lives of numerous soldiers trying to defend the city from her. The young giantess now peeved by their doomed attack, took it out on the growingly urban landscape below, as the two pulped tanks seemed to be just an appetizer for the ravenous woman. First she went down and lifted a single apartment building on her finger, complete with a few parked police cars outside. Using only the wind power she could generate with her breath, she tore apart the building and sent the cars flying down into the city below. Walking a little further, they thought they heard the faint sound of train brakes locking up as Sanctity made another of her indecipherable quips. This time she brought with her an entire double decker commuter train on the palm of her outstretched hand. At first she teased it with her great mouth, before looping the long locomotive around her neck, wearing it as a necklace. It was apparent hundreds of terrified commuters were on board, but from the edge of her hard nipples there was nothing the mid peril operators could hope to do. Never able to be used to the booming footsteps or swooshing torso movements Sanctity made, she spoke to an unknown audience in their blind spot before a great thunderclap of carnage as they felt the trucks jimmy from her great hands together obliterating a parking garage. Without a frame of reference outside of her pretty face, the jiggling impact on her perky boobs shook the dump trucks violently as Sanctity sat down. On the return trip down, her hands fetched an entire office park. It was incredible seeing six whole buildings separated from the city below and dwarfed by the fingers curling around them. There was a helpless feeling as she extended a tongue that could easily lift their heavy trucks if not curl and crush them and use it to flatten and swirl a couple one-story office buildings. Licking up the crushed remains she went after another three office buildings that were each seven stories tall. Using her intimidating teeth this time, the reinforced concrete and inner structure of the buildings were no match for her mighty incisors, as Sanctity closed her mouth around them. Muffled crumbling building sounds were heard for a few seconds as the giantess played with her food using the massive pink tongue once more. A destructive chomping then ensued as her house sized teeth liquified the tortured towers, as yet another larger lump slid down the esophagus and into the large stomach below them. Only one lone eight story building remained, and the construction workers knew she must have been saving this one for a reason. Instead of a grand finale however, the giantess simply slathered up her meal and swallowed it down whole. A sizable bump on her throat had no trouble sinking past now, as they thought they could even hear the splash as the entire structure landed in her vast stomach. The truck operators knew there must have been dozens of office workers inside when Sanctity committed her acts, who were now slowly drowning in the abyss of her tummy. As she moved once again, they thought that they heard the sounds of traffic, as suddenly her whole body inverted them to the correct position in their seats. Down below stretched nine lanes of a crowded interstate highway and ramps. Being stuck to her nipples made them the low point on this massive woman now, and one of the shovel truck drivers was about to be forced to drive his vehicle where he never hoped he would.

Standing at her full height, Sanctity was much too tall to see the finer details of the chaos the city below was surely in. The only hints she had were the lines of smog producing traffic all trying to inch away from her magnificent body. Having just finished her snack, she looked down to see her fashion accessories and remembered being stuck in ride shares on interstate 205 when the trains would run late as surely they were today. Sometimes she would imagine driving a monster truck to crush over the traffic to make it to work on time. Looking at her hard nipple she realized she could live out this fantasy at the expense of being a nightmare for hundreds of others. Getting down onto her hands and knees, Sanctity simply ignored many houses, apartments and streets that were flattened by her upturned palms and legs. Her great, naked body caused a premature nightfall above over a quarter mile of roadway, as she could see the little puny insects headlights switching on automatically in the darkness. Seeing her pendulous c-cup breasts swaying down towards the roadway, she had twelve wheels on the bottom of each nipple, all bigger than most of the vehicles sitting in traffic. Leaning in with her left boob, the black and yellow juggernaut dwarfed the stalled traffic, all cast in the eerie feminine twilight. Aiming the hulking behemoth of metal into three lanes of cars and trucks, she thought she could feel the crushing impacts of the touchdown of the six wheels through the sensitive skin on her nipple. The tingle traveled up her body causing her to move forward to experience more impacts. On the other end of her titanic form is caused a deluge to gather within. As close as she had been to so many occupied vehicles during her rampage, she decided to let them know what they all meant to her after the tanks tried their best to prevent something like this from occurring by the wild and unpredictable giantess.

“You thought you would attack me with your tanks? All I want to do is exist and that was already too much for you, now I figure I should go about cleaning up the place. Pardon my dust, but all the fine particulates from your running tailpipes are not great for the air we breathe, so let my fine body help adjust that for you. I would rather live and let live but all you ants want to do is run from me and attack me, now I do this for you. Not that it bothers me really, I am getting a little hot and bothered, maybe if you stop trying to bother me, I will not get so hot tempered.”

Most of this speech at such a close range was overshadowed by the sound of the cars and trucks getting run over by tires bigger than monster trucks or bowled along by an unstoppable mass of metal. Sanctity swore she felt the tiny tires trying to steer, but was so large she could not even be certain it was just too many decimated vehicles clogging and bending the wheels. After going a good thousand feet, she ran into an obstacle, hard. While the impact on the crowded overpass was enough to have her pause her game, as her nipple toy almost got jarred off. Only slightly peeved after having already demolished over 200 cars, buses and trailer trucks, she decided to move on. Not before saying one last goodbye to her now damaged toy in true sadistic fashion. She first bent down with her mouth with a ravenous look on it when she bared her teeth at the crowded overpass. Biting into it was like a melty candy bar almost with some wafer qualities, thirty stunned drivers were wrenched up by her mouth. Even her necklace briefly got in on the action damaging and crushing another dozen people and vehicles as she picked up her snack. Sanctity dabbed at the stuck traffic with her tongue like a cat, swallowing them whole or crushed depending on the pressure she applied several at a time. Soon the slate was clean and she pulled the whole 120 foot section of roadway from her jaws, and placed it down on a busy bar district.

“You don’t mind if I leave this here, do you? I was never a fan of most of those crowded bars or even alcohol in general even if this whole trip here would be enhanced by being tipsy.”

She was unaware that the edited genes altered her dna enough that she could no longer get drunk no matter how much she drank as the damage would be muted by cell regeneration. Still, she showed off her disdain by curing the entire two lane street, the sidewalk and most of the bars and eateries during a time of day that was not too busy. Still, this easily caused hundreds of casualties and a near impossible task to clean up. The misplaced gleaming slab of roadbed would be one of many new landmarks before the sun set on this beautiful young woman of magnificent proportions. Crawling to a fresh patch of highway, her nipples were as hard as she could remember as she lowered her left breast down towards the highway again. This time the heavy vehicle was aimed at the outer passing lanes and median for a center shot. Sanctity pressed it down so hard that the heavy Caterpillar bucket truck was finally crushed 25 feet along with the crumbling concrete and several cars under her hardened nipple. This would allow the bare skin on her boob to touch the metal cars and trucks and it did not disappoint. Full on shivers went down her spine, to the base where a sub orgasmic wetness caused them to glisten in the sun facing her lifted lower lips. Some saw the disaster pending as they formed a massive droplet. As the diameter radiated outwards from the epicenter, more tingling, crumpling commuters got flattened by her massive titflesh. It managed to finally end when she covered all nine lanes and flattened an astonishing ninety SUVs, tractor trailers and work vans all trying to escape her under her lone breast. The sensation of over a hundred people losing their lives was maddeningly arousing for her, as she felt her wetness get lighter as a drop left her pussy. It landed further back on the highway, killing several who were smothered as car roofs caved in and other trucks nearby were flipped by the volume of fluid. Sanctity had plenty more where that came from, and peeled her breast from the wreckage. Close to fifty metal rectangles with popped black disks replaced the black and yellow nipple ring on her left, while the other remained on her right. Looking up while still on her hands and knees, she spied downtown much closer now, and still with buildings shorter than she was glimmering close by. It would be tantalizing to pass up but first she wants to freshen up a bit by heading to the river. Another busy thoroughfare beckoned as did the river traffic which was light at this area. Vehicular was another story and she realized she might just get dirtier than clean but had passed the point of caring. She knew no one could stop her from doing what she wanted now, though she didn’t know she might be coerced by other means to at least alter her path.

Jeremy and his lab boss were now in the cozy confines of an FBI field office bunker, but as Sanctity got closer, they started getting worried about the side effects on any building impacted. While they were assured about the ability’s protection against nuclear blasts, they were all concerned about seismic events. While earthquakes were not unheard of in this region along with volcanic activity, Sanctity’s rhythmic footsteps might bring down just about any structure. Not to mention anything she directly touches or steps on surely would become flattened by whatever lies above it as the ground settled under her weight. The agent, having seen action in some tough situations, was oddly at ease with matters while the chaos unfolded, and so they two showed resolves in rising to the level and unveiling their plan. The key would be communication. Not with weapons of war but with civilian craft. That combined with other landmarks for her to look for would maybe aid in the speed of delivery for such messages. They thought about drone formations but with such a nascent technology, writing a program that could command the amount needed to fly in unison could take weeks. They knew they had hours if not minutes should they cross paths prematurely. Leaving the facility with the field chief in the black Suburban was no easy feat, as reports of where the giantess was on the outskirts of the city were relayed in over the radio along with frantic reports of her latest activities. While trying to drive and barge their way to the airfield with sirens blazing, they heard about her side activities as she moved in a similar direction at much greater speed. First they heard about her obliterating her apartment with a number of FBI agents still inside which had the chief look a little flustered at the pair as he drove via the rearview mirror. Jeremy sank a little deeper into the black pleather seat as the reports flooded in, though as she caught the train the focus for the field office head remained on the road ahead. By now, panic had really taken hold as people tried to flee the city or some seedier elements took the opportunity to loot local stores. It was general chaos, but luckily the officer had driven in some missions overseas during coups and knew how to get places under the worst of circumstances. As they pulled into the private airfield, they went to the lobby and met with more FBI and CIA officers as all departments were privy to the plans the duo had. Those there answered straight from the top of the chain of command as there was even an open line to the White House. On the television monitors that were set up there, they saw Sanctity going after a crowded highway using her ample chest, having just missed her putting on the train necklace and devouring the office park during the ride. The entourage all headed into a closed room as Sanctity finished using her breast to flatten the traffic under her nipple as they discussed Jeremy and the professor's plan in detail. Luckily for them, in the hangar was just the aircraft that they needed to utilize to try to communicate with the giantess, even if it would be a slow scrawl, they only hoped that she had calmed down and was patient enough to read the message. From there, they would redirect her eyes to the largest screen in the state which would also be controlled from the airship remotely to try to further communicate with the giant woman. Jeremy and the professor were hoping that the plan would work as the government did as well trying to give some leeway into her mind. Little did the agency know that the two had their own ulterior motives and would hijack the plans to help all three of them try to live their best lives after what had transpired thus far. Taking three white beat up old Ford Explorer tarmac trucks out to the large hanger, the two laid their eyes on their riskiest move they would make. Moored down by a thick chain and anchor was a Goodyear blimp, light board at the ready. The government officials now discussed the game plan from there and started prepping them for the flight of their lives.

The long, nauseating day for the middle aged man in his trapped Ford Expedition continued on in a similar manner with each booming footstep far below of the giant woman who was unaware of his presence. Another swoop down brought him closer to another panicking neighborhood as the giantess inadvertently was pointing her intimidating vagina at scores of frightened citizens. She seemed familiar with the apartment building she lifted past him, and he saw the police presence as well, but not for long. Watching her purse her lips, Sanctity blew the building apart with ease, falling in pieces to the city below him. Sanctity was not content with this as she went for a larger office complex next, continuing to talk in her loud voice in varying tones from anger to arousal, none of which boded well for her targets. Sanctity’s booming voice spoke to a wider audience as he watched her huge hands return to the ground, this time fetching an entire, cylindrical parking garage. Her hands dwarfed the structure before she unleashed a deafening clap, rupturing one of the man’s ear drums from the unexpected force. His other lobe was still ringing and he was shell shocked, but soon realized the parking garage was obliterated with ease. Next, she plunged her hands beneath her target, lifting a misshapen smorgasbord of an office park to her ravishing brown eyes. Speaking softer to them did not mean a fate any less cruel than what befell so many others already. Sticking out her broad tongue, the man stuck in Sanctity’s pubic forest watched helplessly as she sloshed it around a low office building and manufacturing facility she was holding. Lapping it up like a first course, she turned her attention to the taller buildings on her dish. Watching below, a certain chill ran up his spine as he had worked for many years in a similar office building as he approached retirement age and had another week off to enjoy his ill fated fishing trip. Sanctity’s great dark lips separated once again revealing her ravishing smile and teeth to her captive audience before she used her sharp incisors to steal the three seven story office buildings as if they were pieces of candy. Hearing the concrete grinding far above in her oral cavity as she effortlessly tossed the three buildings around, loud chewing and grinding rocks were replaced by wet smacking as the giantess showed her meal off to her final captors. Seconds later, bits of concrete cascaded down her chest pelting the pubic hairs around him and his trapped SUV. Those in the large dump trucks stuck to her nipples had it even worse as the rock sized pieces of the buildings bangs loudly off their metal shelters, feeling like crumbs to the hungry woman. Sanctity spoke some less than encouraging words to the remaining building before the young woman simply swallowed it whole. Just knowing she could easily swallow an eight-story building with the ease he would have downed a soggy cracker was intimidating. Sanctity finished her de facto plate off by smearing the remains of the office park against her smooth inner thigh just below him, disintegrating it to the city below. As her large, ebony hand passed by it swooped in close enough to brush her labia right below the man in his SUV, the sound of it and the heat starting to rise he could tell she was thoroughly enjoying her actions. The man’s world shifted perilously once more as Sanctity caught the morning train to the suburbs, teasing it as if she was about to slurp it up like a long strand of spaghetti. Instead, he watched high above his precarious perch as she wrapped it around her neck as a piece of jewelry, before he was nauseatingly inverted as the giantess dropped to her hands and knees for another crawl to be closer to her subjects. As the middle aged man watched Sanctity’s city block sized breasts hanging down with the trapped heavy duty dump trucks stuck to her nipples, she began to lean her upper torso towards the ground, revealing gridlocked traffic on the highway directly below him as his vehicle was strung up in her pubic hairs. Seconds later, he heard the sickening metallic crunches as six gigantic wheels smashed and crushed the cars and trucks on the roadway below her left nipple. The playful black goddess rolled the helpless machine forwards, shoving and crushing dozens of fleeing vehicles below no doubt killing hundreds of people who did not get out of the way in time. She continued this sadistic game for a little while crashing through highway signs and tractor trailers with ease and indifference, until she came upon a highway overpass which stopped her nipple toy in it’s tracks. The trail of destruction down the three lanes of the interstate was impressive, with many mangled wrecks and black smoke rising, but the giantess seemed unamused. Her fashion accessory had been loosened against her will, and she took action against the crowded overpass. Dragging the bucket truck back over the area of destruction, the man heard the crunch her teeth made in the roadway, along with the metal girders wrenching as she pulled it up with her. The wet swishes of her tongue on the asphalt showed she was not fully satisfied with her previous meal, wiping the whole thing clean. She sat up for a second to swallow down her latest snack, as the man heard something he hadn't in hours; voices. The screams and nearby horns were that of sheer panic, as they thought the 8 story labia and spacious black ass were about to flatten them. They were wrong, for now, as she simply used the moment to place the overpass in an area of town the man knew contained many seedy bars. No longer encumbered with the roadway, Sanctity now returned to her hands and knees, the contents of the man’s Ford SUV slamming into the headliner again. This time, she moved forward and aimed the damaged machine on her left tit at a wide, fresh patch of highway. The familiar, horrifying sound of cars being crushed by the dump truck built louder as the young woman let her breast weight fully rest on the hapless heavy machinery, enveloping and flattening it as her boob spread to all nine lanes. Over fifty vehicles and likely countless more people were flattened under acres of titflesh, as a new threat arose from above. The man in his SUV could now see a drop of her thick arousal, several feet from him gathering on top of Sanctity’s clit which if it were to continue would surely envelop and drown him. The man’s brief struggle for an exit plan was paused as the giantess loudly peeled her breast from the highway, revealing a nasty crater and many cars and trucks much like his own stuck flattened to her perky bosom. A wet scrunch down below indicated that her nectar had fallen on the lanes below her body, causing untold damage as the man’s world lifted once more. As he viewed the outskirts of Portland it was as if he were stuck in a damp sauna, as heat was radiating from the giant woman’s vagina and beads of moisture formed on the remaining plastics and black paint on his truck. From the direction she began to walk, he had a feeling the river would be her next travels and he was still stuck along for the bumpy ride.

Middle management had its perks, evidenced by the yellow Porsche CUV parked outside the executives decent suburban home. After college, he had joined the company that an uncle by marriage had been the COO of for many years, even passing over more qualified candidates for him. Promotions came swiftly, even amid the occasional HR complaints about his actions and tendencies as the man showed little to no remorse knowing his family's standing in the company. He arrived a few minutes late and parked his German vehicle in a never used handicapped spot since his reserved space was half a garage away. He had spent most of the night before partying with a few of the new young hires he had brought in months earlier, selecting several bros from his former fraternity. They drank prodigious amounts of alcohol and did lines with a few young secretaries who were trying to make a living now had their jobs caught up by this nepobaby and his cronies. As he returned to work, he had no idea that one of the qualified young women he refused to hire since he secretly acknowledged she was too short for his sexual tastes would come back in a big way. Slinking into the ongoing meeting on the seventh floor with its grand views of the city, the man whispered to his underling that he had better have been taking good notes for him. Before he was sent the spreadsheet via email, a slight tremor caused the underling pause. Looking out from the seventh story window as he often does towards Mt. Hood in the distance during the boring, pointless, counterproductive meetings, there was a much closer peak fast moving towards the area. All eyes were suddenly turned from the projection screen to the row of glass, and out at an enormous, nude young ebony woman. Most had to check reality but the detail and destruction along with the growing vibrations only confirmed the action unfolding before them. While they prayed and hoped she would not come upon their facility, some took the opportunity to flee. They were not the only ones with windows, so the parking garage and its aggravating pay per play choke-point was having its usual fits, slowing any progress. As the shaking got to its worst, the electricity and wifi signal to the machine broke, essentially trapping those who had made it the structure stuck in their expensive cars and SUVs. Those who remained in the office lost view of her magnificent body as it walked closer. One person in the conference room recognized that face, not because she was foolish enough to be his conquest, but instead she looked like someone he had passed over for a letter in the Greek alphabet. Oh, how things would have been different for the world had he not made that choice changing her life’s path. With such detail of the crushing feet walking this path, it was clear she did not care what she was flattening. Whole apartments, businesses and city streets were being demolished before them into clouds of rubble and dust around her well-manicured toenails. As she reached the outskirts of the office park, her upper torso slammed back into view as the hearts of many hundreds sank as she plopped down nearby. Those in their cars or having them parked in the garage watched as she effortlessly wrapped her fingers encompassing the structure and plucking it like a root vegetable. One man stuck in the middle of the garage in his running Cadillac EXT saw the exterior light from the windows fade to black, and suddenly felt the concrete beneath his truck shifting. With his xenon headlights shining right ahead at the mysterious force, they illuminated the countless ridges of Sanctity’s fingers. Everything shook as she addressed her audience and gave them little thought to digest what she did next. In an instant thunderclap, the giant woman obliterated the entire parking garage between her palms, causing a number of people in the building to scroll tirelessly through their car insurance websites. Two big beautiful hands returned from the sky after the hail of debris poured in through the glass windows broken by her clap and grind. Large chunks of concrete, or burning, twisted metal maimed and injured dozens in her intended target. Her hands dove loudly around the entire office park, easily scooping up six buildings intact. No garage to turn to, this would be their final rides, chauffeured by Sanctity.

Rising to her full height once more, Sanctity felt incredibly turned on by her rise to power, and looking down at her left breast only increased the flood in her loins. The flattened cars and trucks stuck to her beautiful skin looked so small, and moving her feet forward the urban landscape only became more dense. Her normally dainty size 6 feet now covered whole neighborhoods, dozens of apartments, businesses, vehicles, trees and people. Feeling the many mixed materials all yielding and flattening on every step was not helping matters either as the interstate she was straddling was becoming quite crowded, normal rush hour traffic was coupled with the giantess and she was used to riding the 205 during times of congestion. She had even missed meetings or classes from it. Now Sanctity had a chance to give them all the rides of their lives, as rubberneckers ruined any efficiency along with poor road design. Still, the way the road got more elevated was easier for a horny giantess to access with her weapon of choice. After snacking on that overpass a few miles back, her mouth felt a bit dry. She was already quite a hot mess and glanced at the buildings rising downtown to her right, none making it past her shins. Sanctity then looked directly down towards her heaving breasts. The afternoon sun coupled with the hot and bothered nature of her current situation had beads of sweat surrounding her necklace train. She delighted in them a casual warning.

“You guys' better buckle up, the ride is about to get bumpy.”

Of course, she knew full well having been a passenger on the train before that there were no belts, as now most wanted to get off the ride as they were passengers on her. As she neared the deadlocked interchange between Interstates 84 and 205, she wanted to get a closer look at the glinting traffic below. Swiftly bringing her face to mere inches from the traffic jam, her eyes did their best to try to examine the many types of vehicles stuck on the road and maybe even see some of the fleeing dots, but focusing on something so small was hard. Holding her breath as even her nostrils exhaling could flip a truck over if unleashed, Sanctity licked her lips to show the beast was hungry once more. Puckering them, she gave a soft tender kiss to a small area of cars and trucks, with just two sticking to them. Using her tongue, she gathered the tiny grains of rice and swallowed them whole, if only they knew, she thought, that these weren’t the lips they should be fearing right now. Unable to bear it for another minute, the horny giantess picked out a tiny yellow taxi for her landing spot. While she was unaware, she missed it just out in front of the tiny CUV, but it would have a front row seat and be ridden into oblivion. The feeling of the tiny cars and trucks crumpling and struggling under her clit was almost too much to bear, but she held off momentarily from fully enveloping all seven lanes under her salivating labia. A few hundred feet back was a crowded six lane overpass bringing the total of thirteen lanes on a spot that would hit the spot. Leaning forwards, her short coiled black pubic hairs started rearranging traffic themselves but would soon just mingle with the glistening wreckage left behind. Trying her best to just drag along a pile to her chosen location would not be easy, as many of the tiny vehicles would get stuck to her skin and dragged under her womanhood, popping them between the melting asphalt in the most delightful ways. Still, as she moved along towards I-84 at a pace even traffic would have struggled to most of the time, she finally enjoyed her second orgasm since the night before. It was not overwhelming as it caused her to press down too hard on her toys flattening all at once. It felt amazing, though not as fulfilling of the man she was with last night. Still, growing out of his CUV and crushing him set in motion a current reality where she would be able to fit hundreds of the same vehicle under her grown womanhood. She lifted for a moment as she had arrived at the crowded overpass, with nowhere for people on either highway to escape to. In the blindness of her decent orgasm, she moaned as she drove her voracious cunt downwards. The explosion of microscopic powder-like glass followed by crumpling metals and bodies into the hard resistance of the pavement. The roadway only resisted for a few seconds, having those under hold out hope as the bowing bridge bent towards the sheltered roadway. Her labia blocked out all outside light, as some tiny cars caught under it had their trunks and glowing taillights pop up towards the girders above, many with bloodied passenger cabins flattened under the horny woman. Sanctity felt as the tiny bridge crushed all below with a thud. She rode out the feelings by dragging the concrete and steel structure, crumbling it to bits soaked in her thick cum. For almost a full minute she came onto the highway, grinding herself against the source of pleasure feeling hundreds of things breaking against her. As the grit of the metal beams vanished into a paste, she rested there and looked around herself. Before her stood a glistening, torn up patch of dirt with some sparse concrete showing where the roadway had been. It was also speckled with twisted multi-color hints of vehicles which simply no longer remained intact beyond the occasional refrigerator sized blob. Looking down with disdain for what she had just done to those who wanted her dead, she realized being a goddess was a dirty job. She had no idea how much of this gooey mess underneath her pussy would remain stuck to it unless copious amounts of water were used. Looking beyond the busy airport, she saw the same highway still trying to retreat over a lovely bridge. The water underneath had glowing beads, inviting her with its cleansing qualities. Sanctity wanted to keep her date in the afternoon. Downtown would never be quite the same.

Rising into the sky she spoke again, so loud it deafened a number of people in the office park. This pain coupled with the silent visuals would only prolong the sheer terror of the moment. Sticking out a tongue that rivaled the tallest building in height, the giant woman smothered two larger, manufacturing and machining facilities below on the north side of the park. The wet, sloshing sound as she swirled her tongue on the crushed building, carrying debris aloft to swallow was the first clue to their fates. Sanctity purposely left the taller buildings with windows to watch her lunch with a show. Finished with the appetizer, she now bent her whole entire mouth around a trio of seven story office towers. Opening as wide as she could, she used her wet tongue to push the first building, bunching it up with the other two. So close that heat and humidity fogged computer monitors in the offices, her individual taste buds visible on her tongue as they enveloped the concrete of the tower. Her massive jawline closed as she moved the remaining office building intact to watch at mouth level what she did next. Lips open, she let them see and hear her chewing the crowded buildings with her teeth, exerting no more effort than one would going at some Triscuit crackers. Swallowing down the wet mass of pulverized building materials along with what were surely hundreds of quite dead people, it vanished in a lump as Sanctity licks her lips, big brown hungry eyes looking squarely at the remaining building. For the executive manager, it was like they were looking right at him. Saliva had washed out the remains of the buildings she devoured thus far, and it was now their turn. Her huge tongue was taller than the building as it slammed viciously against the side of the building. The pink behemoth was big enough to be a worthy adversary to the structure, but instead it was attached to a giantess at the beginning of miles of digestive tract more than capable of handling the building, if not neighborhoods. Sanctity’s tongue was so sticky that office furniture, computers, and dozens of screaming suited men and women were pulled from the building and smeared against the facade. Things got worse as the entire structure was freed from the foundation, sent into a freefall with many jarring rolls and crashes breaking bones on most survivors of this part of the ordeal. All this pain was in darkness and silence, as most were deafened from her voice, but likely those conscious knew where they were, and were going next. The inverted building was badly battered and slathered in saliva, when a sudden stoppage indicated the freefall was not far behind. The man on the seventh floor was badly bruised with a broken femur from an impact with a cubicle and was breaking through the ceiling tiles in the humid stench of digestive juices broiling below. The drop was brief, and impact was devastating as with a splash, the vibrations and smell from the fluids rushing in. He was quickly washed out of the window and had to swim with all his might back towards the remains of the building. It had already sunk down to the second floor as it was inverted. He somehow made it, but Sanctity’s stomach acid would have been up to his knees. Upsettingly, he had to push through a few floating bodies of those the beast had already begun to digest. The pain from the giantess’s digestive juices was incredible as it ate at his many wounds and broken bones. Barely able to breathe, his leg got stuck in a former air vent and was trapped as the disgusting mess rose all around him. The building materials were getting soggy, and the entire structure was being pulled under the surface of the lake of Sanctity’s stomach towards the churning walls of flesh around them. Stairwells being inverted were of little use anyways, as the man’s lungs quickly filled with burning green ooze, ending his life in excruciating fashion as he drowned in her stomach, a fate awaiting thousands that day, but certainly far from the only cause of death from the horny giantess.

The two men once piloting the trapped heavy Caterpillar Dump Trucks could only now helplessly watch the face of the giantess high above them as she confidently moved and shifted the landscape. When she added the crowded train around her neck, they were especially concerned when a few passengers fell out of broken windows and tumbled wildly down the giant woman’s smooth skin. It was a horror show as they fell 2,000 feet to their deaths, even taking out a few helpless people on the ground with their impacts. One of the two operators was soon in line with an even heavier, deeper impact. Whenever Sanctity bent or rolled her behemoth beautiful body, their worlds shifted, hands and knees were the worst yet. It was only relieving in the fact that her nipples hanging down meant they were no longer tilted like a pair of astronauts readying for launch. The dark brown rockets of her tits sent one intrepid astro naught barreling towards a crowded highway below, and he had no control over the situation the horny giantess was putting him in. The driver was surprised the big motor below him started up and he was able to man the controls, but spinning wheels below him and a steering wheel which were helpless to affect orientation ended any hope these actions had for him. He was so low he could see the terror in the faces of those his large truck was swooping down upon and had to cover his eyes. Feeling the impact as he peeked between his fingers at the carnage, he could see nothing but three lanes of stuck cars, tractor trailers and vans. He could even hear the horns and motors going along with screaming frightened voices in anguish. Worst was the touchdown as he felt nine vehicles get completely crushed under the weight of his truck. He also felt his own shocks groan and the bucket behind him strained at the seams. The driver knew who was really in charge as Sanctity was clearly not putting her entire weight on his helpless machine. Using only her hard nipple as a pilot, she pushed the truck forwards. The brakes fully depressed, reverse gear and full throttle were as useless as Sanctity moved him on a deadly path. The tiny cars and trucks were either crushed by his wheels or flung in all directions as the giantess passed them by. As more mashed metal piled out front of him, he was almost shielded from a large interstate highway sign that smashed into his cabin high above the roadway. Still, his worst nightmare was approaching, as an overpass was dead ahead. It slammed into his truck and Sanctity’s rock-hard place stopping the vehicle and crushing more all around him. Her nipple kept going forward and mangled the cabin as his seat bottom was crimped against the control module. In severe pain he felt her lifting him, biting down with her jaw above, and lifting the entire overpass like a dog with a bone. If only the circulation around his torso had not been cut off, he would have had a bone of his own. Hundreds of feet above, he heard metal cars and trucks slamming the back of her teeth scraping around. Next, her tongue dabbed the structure before he watched the giantess place the saliva slathered overpass cleared of traffic, signs and people, down on a well-known bar district. Just then, the wounded and healthy dump truck drivers caught her gaze as Sanctity seemingly stared down at them. With the damaged excavator she aimed once more, this time on a more crowded highway than the last. This congested section had nine lanes of roadways and ramps, all lined with stunned motorists trying to escape her wrath. She looked at them with a haunting expression of arousal, with some anger still about the tanks and helicopters. With malice, her left breast slammed the damaged yellow and black machine onto the highway, creating another swath of flattened, oozing metal, but this time she did not hold her multi-ton breast back. The impact did not take long to be felt as her hard nipple sliced through the bucket and cabin of the truck like butter. Contorted with bones broken into a mortally wounded position underground the former road surface, he could hear Sanctity’s unstoppable breast spreading on the surface, crushing dozens of vehicles. As the weight of her heavy boob spread, it soon ended the driver's life as a hard cast of her nipple was embedded in the ground. Heavy machinery folded around him as if made of foil, as his shocked former coworker looked on from where he was stuck to her right breast. Fearing he would be next into the houses of the neighborhood that stretched out below him was relievingly not in the cards. Still, it was barbaric glancing at her left tit as it was peeled from the crushed highway. Everything was flattened that her flesh touched, a lot of the cars and trucks carried aloft by the unconcerned young woman. He was thankful as she moved on from the spot, but still heard as her breasts jiggled each time several buildings were erased by a hand or kneecap far below. There were also small crashes from each time a flattened metal carcass peeled from her ample rack. The horns, sirens and screams far below only increased as he recognized that they were heading towards several major highway interchanges by the airport and downtown. The angle sharply changed to the underside of her face as she closed her eyes and let her womanhood squish some metal far below. Looking directly up at her expression, Sanctity bit her lip as she dragged her aroused cunt along the highway. Her heartbeat behind him raced, crinkling metal on his vehicle with each pulse. She shimmied back and forth now, closing her eyes and even moaning subtly as she came. The heat and humidity hinted at another threat to his and the train passengers' lives as huge beads of sweat formed. Luckily, the orgasm was mild this time as the giant woman peeled her wet pussy from the likely eradicated roadways. Crawling onto the denser urban landscape while still taking the high road, she now approached the river and its tantalizing bridges.

With an impatient fare in the back of his cab, the driver of a yellow Highlander taxi was waiting in traffic as his radio began to report on the astounding activities of the day. The news had only worsened traffic, and soon they were virtually stuck past the intersection of several major highways. When they passed the elevated highways there, they could also see a situation as dire as their own. It was about this time that the mirror started to jiggle as the thuds of her feet followed artillery in the distance. Explosions rang out as the radio filled in what the landscape blocked. Soon when the battle was over the giantess moved closer, shaking the stalled traffic with more frequency. He saw several contemplating leaving their cars but decided otherwise and remained as the impacts grew more jarring. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. Now on her hands and knees, Sanctity approached without placing her full weight on the ground. Still, several of her more savory bodily impacts shook the CUV as well as the surrounding traffic. The fare meter slowly ticked by as suddenly rising from behind them, they saw the top of her head. She was a beautiful young dark-skinned woman who was blocking out the sun with her sheer size. Her nude breasts swung and jiggled as she passed overhead. On one of them was the large dump truck that had been mentioned on the radio, and more chillingly on her other breast were dozens of the shells that once represented stranded motorists like themselves. Suddenly, big brown eyes flashed down their way and scanned the roadway beneath her magnificent, imposing body. By now the section of road that they were on was elevated and the level roadway was almost a quarter mile away without a nasty fall to the ground. Her head swooped down just fifty feet in front of them. She tried to whisper but being below her chin the noise nearly deafened them and the wind from her speaking nearly lifted the front of several vehicles off the ground briefly. Needless to say, most glass around them was shattered, but while he could not understand what she said, she gave a small kiss to a few cars stuck out ahead of him. Some stuck to her luscious lips, and were licked into the vast chasm of her mouth. Her beautiful face withdrew, sprinkling false hope over the people stuck in traffic there, as the sunshine returned on the multi lane freeway. Suddenly, a large, pink alien looking drooling nub of flesh roughly the size of the 7-11 the cab driver had been in hours earlier replaced the sky. Casting a shadow on the roadway, the taxis windows all fogged up as intense humid heat radiated down from the fleshy curtains of Sanctity’s labia. Car doors swung open as many others froze in panic as the aroused giantess dabbed her wet clit onto several lanes of stalled traffic. A sickening wet crunch rang out as her pussy landed with the chorus of breaking glass, crumpling plastic and metal, as well as the terrified screams of her many victims. The cab driver and passenger watched in stupefied horror as three lanes of traffic were flattened right in front of them by the giant ebony woman’s aroused clit. Without a moment to gather their thoughts, the mothership sized vagina sank as Sanctity scraped the flattened cars and trucks under her clit back towards them. With a whump, the white Altima sedan in front of them was shunted backwards into the front bumper of the taxi, as a wet splorch landed on the roof of their CUV as her pussy lips kissed the top of the vehicle. No amount of throttle could stop them from being pushed backwards into the International box truck behind them which was also thankfully being pulled in the same direction lest they become accordioned between the two vehicles. The sounds of glass shattering, tires screeching and popping, and metal bending blended with the screams of those crushed under Sanctity’s pungent sex were an orchestra of death. The cab they were in was suffering the same fate on all sides as the roof started to cave in towards them, setting off the airbags as the tires popped as the helpless vehicle was dragged on with the rest of the trapped traffic grinding on four locked wheels by the giant woman’s passionate kiss. As death seemed to creep in on all sides, a slight reprieve was delivered by being shoved under the interstate 84 overpass, as their badly damaged vehicle, half as tall box truck and several others were deposited down there by the uncaring vagina. The giantess then changed her angle of attack and began to grind her aroused labia on the overburdened highway above, flattening and dragging dozens of vehicles back and forth as darkness fell on the tiny people stuck in the hot hellzone beneath the colossal pussy. Beyond the temporary shelter of the bending girders and concrete, the cab driver watched helplessly as the occasional cum soaked wreck fell from above just feet away, only to be dragged mercilessly on by the pink, insatiable sexual organ. Just as it seemed the overpass would crumble or collapse entirely as gaps formed, the giantess moaned softly high above as she came. The effects of this were almost immediate as a sudden deluge of her womanly nectar flooded through the cracks several feet deep as it aggregated. Wanting to ride the feeling, Sanctity soon ground her aroused pussy on the 13 lanes of carnage, collapsing the overpass with a satisfying crunch, ending dozens more lives for her passions. With no more pleasure to be gained from this spot, she prepared to move on, having turned the taxi along with almost 100 other cars, trucks and buses and nearly 700 people into colorful cunt confetti.

Jeremy and his lab coach had arrived at the hanger housing a member of the Goodyear blimp fleet that was moored at the airport close by. Still, it was nowhere near what was likely a very busy terminal when a sudden alarm rang out on the airfield. Sanctity had crept up behind them using the highways as more than just a travel route, but also a pleasure place. To see the full scope of the action, they had to watch nervously on their smartphones which the FBI had thankfully handed back to them as the briefing was delayed and the plan put in jeopardy by a half mile of woman looming close by. The screed on their screens read that the airport had ordered a full ground stoppage to try to bring in some helicopters to rescue people and her body was too close to the building on their end of the tarmac. Jeremy watched in horror at some close-up shots of cars and SUVs on the highway being overcome by her massive vagina. This was also the first time he got to watch her being turned on in person having known her for years, aside when they had been at the pool and a jacked guy walked past them. He had to share this experience however, with billions of other people around the world. Having known her for a number of years since she had emigrated, Sanctity had always been a fun person to be around. As she went off the rails here, sweaty necklace of a train smashing against her clavicle on his monitor, a thought occurred. He wondered what if it didn’t work. What if the FBI agent was right, what if she was no longer the person he had feelings for, even if just friendship, and what if she were some kind of inconsolable, uncontrollable monster. He could get himself and a number of others killed, but Jeremy also knew that if it worked, he could just possibly end the bloodshed for multiple thousands of others.

Jeremy had heard stories that she was a bit timid in bed but could be coerced to run through some wilder inhibitions. On some levels this would make him slightly jealous not having been able to experience this level of enjoyment with her as unlike some of the men she spent her lust on, he actually liked her as a person. Her new scale meant this was likely never to be an option again in the reality of the situation before them as seductive partners, but the time they spent together meant a lot to him already, and this could very well affect her wellbeing. He always had her best interests in mind, and was happy when she was, and right now the look of post orgasmic bliss on her face indicated that she may have been a bit too happy. The monitors finally switched cameras from the suddenly quiet scene of Sanctity finishing grinding the highway under her horny cunt. They cut away from the flood of juices seeping out from her glistening clit streaming over the already drenched, decimated highway before her she had just traveled down for the last time. Stunned anchors could hardly get the words out at what they were witnessing as they had to put the phones away. They would be shown the inner workings of the machine, as well as the other contraption they had rigged up in a more sparsely populated portion of the city where he could have a chat with the giantess. At least, in theory. In practice, mobile generators already had to be set up for the reality that her body might easily cut the electricity to the surrounding areas. Jeremy was thankful the professor, sensing the possibilities of the situation, let him and only him in on his true plan. They were only tweaked and brainstormed briefly about the risks and scenario likelihoods. But he was along for the ride, as they put on jumpsuits with parachutes in case something went down. The pilot, on board FBI agents and sparse crew would be thankful these were included. Little did they know many would be used in the coming hours. For now, Jeremy was happy Sanctity’s spirit was up as she came down off her orgasm and her pupils regained a less stoic look. As she peeled herself from the cum soaked demolished highway, a part of Jeremy’s and millions of other men’s anatomy was also up, as Sanctity resumed on her hands and knees, proudly displaying her wet cunt to all who dared to look. Her lower lips were caked and speckled with multi-colored sparkling confetti that had been freeway traffic and signs minutes earlier that she proudly held high above the ground as if to show the human race what she thought of them now as she crawled towards the river. Feeling the tremors receding as that end of the sprawling airport grounds appeared out of her crosshairs for now, Jeremy, the flight crew, the lab coach and several army and FBI agents climbed aboard the blimp and situated themselves. None knew what fates awaited them, just that they were in for the rides of their lives.

No longer feeling anything but the gritty paste that was once fleeing citizens stuck in traffic, Sanctity groggily prepared to move on from the interchange that no longer existed. The rotors of news helicopters wary of the giant woman’s raw power were the only sound she heard as she surveyed her surroundings from her seated position. From under her body, the crowded interstate spread in all four directions, it’s epicenter currently smothered by her horny pussy. Turning her seated form from where she came showed a trail of destruction as she tortured the roadway with her nipple toy and breast, but the periphery was where her crawling left the perfect round impression. Smoldering ruins that were once rows of apartments and businesses she was almost too distracted from to enjoy crushing stretched for miles and reminded her of the oodles of fun she had been having. Looking to her left, Sanctity could see a busy airport with lots of hangars that would not even be able to fully fit her foot, housing all manner of planes. Many jets were on the runways but looking down on the lights of the airfield, she realized her proximity was preventing them from leaving. Maybe she would save this fun for later on, as Sanctity now turned to look behind her to her right. There were many things shining in the early afternoon light that could better try to suit her womanly needs than the puny hundreds of vehicles and motorists who died in vain. The dense urban jungle of downtown Portland would have its new queen shortly, but she was currently an utter mess and could use some freshening up. Looking straight ahead at the highway 205 taillights trying to escape from her, she spotted a wide enough river that would be able to baptize some of the sin off her naked body. Sanctity just hoped it was deep enough, though the tantalizing bridge was impossible to ignore, and she just might wind up dirtier than clean she thought. Peeling her aroused labia from the multitudes of crunched cars and trucks, Sanctity felt dozens of twisted wrecks stuck to her pussy lips, prisoners of love.

Deciding to give the news media a thrill, she soon returned to all fours, and gladly stuck her tight vagina in the air as she strutted towards the river. Sanctity could almost feel the cameras pointed at her pussy while moving on from her scratching post. Densely packed apartments, businesses and streets crunched under her upturned palms and knees as she crawled her way to the river. Looking once more towards downtown on her right at the glistening, tall buildings which still were barely to her elbows at their tallest, crowded streets beckoned with flashing emergency vehicle lights, Sanctity knew she was just scratching the surface of the possible erotic possibilities as her current mates didn't even survive her labia. Still, with many escape routes already decimated by her body, Sanctity was about to visit the main northbound and maybe wash up before she brought her beautiful body downtown. As Sanctity neared the river, she did not always follow the highway's curves, taking a straight path which ensured maximum building destruction. She made sure to drag her knees through several big box stores on approach. The solid walls of ebony flesh made short work of an Ikea, Home Depot and their adjacent parking lots before she came upon the economy parking lot of the airport. Hundreds of gleaming, parked cars and pickup trucks were decimated as she purposefully dragged her legs across them, flattening almost 500 vehicles in a single swath while her hands cleared the last parkway before the waters. The Columbia River was understandably shallow, not as deep as the lake she ingested earlier. It was however still appreciably wide, almost six times her own body length she estimated from her half mile high perch. The boring concrete bridge just bustled with eight lanes of stalled traffic, likely teeming with microscopic people all scared senseless at the sight of her titanic naked body. Sanctity noticed the first span was almost an identical length to herself, which would make for a lovely dance partner. She was unsure if the structure itself was able to withstand her moves, much less those hundreds of hazy polluting cars and trucks ferrying terrified, fleeing citizens. They were all trapped for over two kilometers in some fashion from land as Sanctity grew excited to close the gaps.

As the giant host of his battered SUV desperately clung to returned to her hands and knees, the bruised middle-aged man had his pov normalize, and it was about to get closer. He suddenly swooped down, as Sanctity whispered loudly before engaging in a destructive kiss with a crowded freeway. It had been a while since his suspended, seized and encoiled wheels were so close to where all 50,000 previous miles traveled under his Ford. Now attached to the unaware giantess, the man's fate would be sealed by her actions. The next sickened him while partially obscured it was heard, felt and smelt. The heat already rising off her enormous, aroused cunt was overbearing. The SUV was forcefully thrust down towards the highway as Sanctity leaned it to talk to her captive audience. The middle-aged man could see people cowering in her shadow as she spoke seductively, then sealed it with a deadly kiss. After her tongue shunted several cars into her gaping mouth, the little people panicked when Sanctity’s jaws were in motion followed by a small lump. The man knew she was out for blood and was much closer to her other set of hungry, drooling lips. He plummeted at an angle as she suddenly swooped her cunt into the crowded highway moments later. He prayed her course would deviate, his view changed to the giant girl's face and a metal wrenching sound on the ground behind him was the answer. He could hear the sounds between car accidents, crash tests and USHRA monster jam. Looking up at her face, Sanctity’s big brown eyes glared past her imposing cleavage and through him towards her wet womanhood. She bit her lip and began to dab at the roadway with her cunt below him. The heat rose rapidly, causing a pungent dew to hang in the air making the coily hairs wet. Horns, sirens and screams of terror let him know this was a busy highway. One gigantic southbound vagina was about to change that, as he heard masonry and concrete cracking as even the highway could not bear the giantess’s weight. It was an awful sound as he heard the tiny cars and trucks popping under Sanctity’s tremendous cunt, as muffled, scraping metal was heard as she slopped the pile down the road. Through the shattered back window of his battered Expedition, the man could see the fractured concrete soaked in feminine fluids with the occasional twisted metal wreck escaping her grasp as a doomed monument to her sexual prowess.

Looking up at the underside of the young woman's face, the middle-aged man was haunted by the look of pure bliss that overcame her as she found her scratching post. He saw a hint of blue on his fogged-up windshield mirror, and turned around in his seat to confirm that it was indeed a mangled highway sign noting the interchange of interstates 84 and 205 that Sanctity had arrived at. The giant woman ground her aroused pussy back and forth on the spot, concrete, metal and plastic scraping sounding as if it were underwater, and with the volumes of fluid she was releasing it was not far off. All around his SUV, the beads of sweat formed into droplets, soaking him and his vehicle as Sanctity got close to release. The salty, pungent liquid was splashing off her huge body, impacting the untouched suburban surroundings as the giant woman started to moan signifying her satisfaction. The man heard many grinding crunches and felt a small shift in his position, as the overpass completely dissolved and was ground into a goo by the horny ebony goddess. He was thankful to not be stuck under what was surely a true mess of death and destruction, though he was not spared the smells, noise and heat from them. He only wondered how much longer this torturous affair would go on, and if it would even be worth surviving. Still at Sanctity’s mercy, the satisfied giantess peeled her labia away from thirteen lanes of ruined highway with a slurping velcro like sound. The giantess was on the move again, and she continued to rain maximum destruction down by crawling on her hands and knees, unfortunately with her suspended captor hanging upside down from her pubic hair watching the mayhem from his jostling vehicle. As Sanctity held her hot cunt up high for the world to see, the tiny, trapped man was just happy that most of her wetness above had been sopped up by the mashed roadway and traffic. Her aforementioned limbs plowed through several big box retailers down below, and her left leg noisily mashed up a crowded parking lot on the edge of the airport, but soon the waters of the Columbia River came into view as the giantess crawled towards it. Along with nine lanes of stopped traffic stretching on for a couple miles who tried to run but could not hide from the horny goddess bearing down on them. He had a bad feeling that himself, the excavator and the train were about to witness something truly horrific in a short time, even if getting clean was Sanctity’s original idea. Only a few smaller vessels were on the river as well at the time, as these bath toys reminded him of his own boat, he was supposed to be falling asleep on with a fishing pole tied nearby at this time on a different waterway.

While the first casualties on their train ride were the quickest when the giant woman squashed the lead and tail cars together to crimp the entire commuter locomotive as a piece of jewelry, this only prolonged the torturous affair of having to witness her laying waste to their city while being unwilling participants. While Sanctity purposely spooked them by making them think they were about to end up in her vast, flat stomach, she kept them waiting too long to see what would have been in store for them as she put her massive mouth to work. Watching her devour an office park full of buildings with little effort worried those on board the displaced train strung around her neck, as they heard her massive jaws chewing up entire multi-story office buildings with no more effort the tiny people would put into a candy bar. As Sanctity swallowed down the last structure with ease, the tiny commuters saw as the lump vanished past them in her throat, surely heading down towards a horrifying fate as food for the goddess in an untenable stomach. As the giant woman started to walk again, the entire train slapped against her skin, cracking windows and tossing the tiny commuters about. While some jostling was to be expected on their rides for the suburbs, the metal grab bars were not angled correctly since the wheels were not facing downwards, and another factor was at play too. The heat being generated from the increasingly horny ebony giantess’s skin enveloped the helpless train cars, making all metal dewy and hard to grasp. Her booming steps were suddenly stopped when she arrived at a busy highway that the tiny train riders thought they were avoiding by riding the rails, but instead the giant woman had other plans and they involved one of the large dump trucks stuck to her nipples below them.

The whole world shifted, breaking a number of limbs and even dumping some terrified riders out shattered windows as Sanctity slammed onto her hands and knees. She seemed content to crawl, straddling the panicked interstate highway before the tiny people slipped to the left side of the train as she leaned in with her hanging breasts towards the overshadowed roadway. As the giantess looked past them while the train hung low off her neck, the tiny commuters heard the sickening sound of the dump truck crushing three lanes of traffic a few dozen feet away from them. Big brown eyes glowered down showing no concern for the lives lost as Sanctity began to drag her tit forwards. Helpless people on the train watched as the screaming commuters had nowhere to go while themselves, their cars and trucks were smashed by the heavy-duty machine, itself completely at the giantess’s mercy. After taking out a few highway signs, the mining equipment met its match in the form of a crowded overpass that crunched loudly on impact with the machine. The giantess for her part only looked slightly dismayed, as she backed up over the path she had just taken and bore down on the infrastructure using her teeth. With a metal wrenching sound, the young ebony woman lifted the roadway in her mouth, as the tiny people on the train heard horrible sounds from inside her active oral cavity. Metal scraping up the back of her incisors represented the last moments of the tiny people and traffic trapped on the bridge as Sanctity’s tongue lapped them up, licking the overpass clean. She placed the glistening pavement and metal infrastructure down on a busy bar district, before titboxing the roadway once more. To the supreme disdain of those stuck on the train, Sanctity let the highway bear the full weight of her naked breast this time. The nearby sound of entire vehicles popping and crunching under the weight of the giant woman’s firm tit flesh meant looking away would not shield them from the fact that she was killing so many people for her own pleasure. Unfortunately, as the weight of Sanctity’s rack spread across the roadway, the train cars themselves began to flatten a row of traffic too. Looking out the windows they could even see hapless commuters who were dumbfounded as their escape route was sharply cut off. The ground receded rapidly as Sanctity peeled her torso from the devastated interstate. On her jiggling left breast were countless silhouettes of flattened metal wrecks surrounded by the red splotches and tattered clothes of those who were crushed to death by the horny giantess. As the giant ebony woman, they were trapped on continued her destructive crawl straddling the highway, the hopelessness of their situation was reaching new heights. When she leaned in to whisper more words, they were too small to understand, her next erotic actions would cause a flood far below, along with the heat and humidity, and angle to cause her necklace train to lose a few more passengers.

Sanctity was satisfied with her progress so far, but another taste of her sexual organs against the tiny population who opposed her was on the cards. While they were too small to see, hundreds of tiny vehicle doors swinging open on the bridge ensured even more obstacles along the two-mile, ten lane span of concrete over the Columbia River. She looked down on the glimmering waters, then up at the twin span running from underneath her body as she towered over the highway on her hands and knees. She knew that it was a long way for the thousands of people probably stranded up there before they hit dry land, their exposed state making her wet and dawning a self-revelation on her. She scanned her own beautiful, gigantic body and from what she could see, she was a mess, tiny automobiles squashed all over her left breast while her train necklace dangled close by. She could also feel a number of mangled, gritty crushed highway travelers all over her oozing pussy lips. Still, all the tantalizing traffic below meant she may just end up getting much dirtier before she was clean, not that she minded in the least. Having been over the bridge a few times while her size was able to be handled by any one of the hundreds of tantalizing vehicles below her nudity, she had gone through Washington to Vancouver a few times, but had always wanted to visit Manitoba for some reason. Today would not be the day but she would still be quite well traveled as would some of the deceased stuck to or ingested by her lovely body. Crawling forwards into the river, Sanctity was impressed with how shallow it was, water not even wetting the tops of her hands until she was a little further out there. The bridge itself ran over a small island spanning over a 1.75-mile length of the wide Columbia River, with the north side of Portland to the island being a half mile stretch like her own body. It was almost too perfect for her, so many tiny people trying to escape from her would instead become part of her sinister play as the little ripples on the water as it got a little deeper, spread across the waterway. At the midpoint of the southern branch of the river, it was finally past her wrist as her great shadow now covered most of the bridge she crawled over. Still, Sanctity realized that the deeper water on the other side of the river past the island might suit her better for her cleansing. Looking down at the waterway, she recalled from one particularly interesting history class about how in 1804 the Lewis and Clark expedition passed by this very spot, even though the state of Oregon at the time was still claimed by the empires of Britain, Spain and Russia. She had no intentions of claiming it for Liberia now, as Sanctity spied the panicked traffic below her. Deciding to have a little fun with her latest quarry, Sanctity serenaded them with,

“Aww, are you cute little buggies trying to run from little old me? I was kind of hoping we could still be friends. But if you insist, it looks like I will have to make the first move. How about a nice hug? Would that warm your spirits? Either way it's gonna happen, I cannot wait to feel you all in my tender embrace.”

Once again, Sanctity could not see what effects this had on the stranded populations below as the news helicopters continued to share her malicious acts for the world to see. Still overshadowing a third of the entire bridge, Sanctity decided to get a closer look and hug it out. Delicately, she sank into the river to her right side, thankful it was not too cold on her smooth skin nor rose far up her left shoulder or thigh and breathed easy. It was deep enough that as she laid on her side, she was able to sidle up close to the concrete span and have a close look at her blurry insect companions. As her long, beautiful body neared the roadways, Sanctity was pleased that it was near the perfect height for many of her more enviable features. Her big, brown right eye was close to the roadway, as she tried to squint to pick out some insects amongst the tiny cars and trucks. It was hard to see anything, but she thought she could see a few colorful glints that might have been clothing. Nevertheless, this was far from the last sense she had, and Sanctity decided to see what scents they had. Her right nostril was a void capable of swallowing a truck or two, and she was cognizant of this. Inhaling as gently as she could, she felt a few tickles on her nose hairs, but focused on what she could smell. It was so faint it was hard to tell, but she thought she smelled a little salt and some exhaust fumes. This caused her slight dismay but having to walk on smoggy city streets for years, Sanctity felt she could take one for the team. Feeling one last item brush against her nose hair, she let out a polite snort, expelling whatever had the misfortune of landing there. Like a big reveal, she slowly opened her mouth next to the roadway, exhaling gently over the masses frozen in fear. Out emerged a tongue that was otherworldly. It covered all four lanes in a pink writhing mass as she felt tiny vehicles crumpling and popping. Sanctity slathered her oral muscle across the bridge deck, dragging flattened cars, SUVs and busses, adhering several more before withdrawing her pink appendage. A pool of searing saliva awaited dozens of squished and intact commuters along with some crumbled concrete as she swallowed all whole. Like an anteater she had seen on safari she repeated this motion, though these termites were much tastier as she felt the mass of mangled flesh and metal struggle down her throat. To drive the point home to the frozen insects watching her on the bridge, Sanctity rubbed her taut ebony stomach as one would after a yummy meal. Her next actions only upped the atrocities with both her skin and orifices.

First responders were kept very busy by Sanctity’s antics as a crowded interstate became a trail of destruction and rescues. In the surrounding neighborhoods, every handprint and dragged kneecap for the crawling giantess straddling the highway brought scenes of devastation. Minutes before, an entire office park had simply vanished, the only traces of it left were carried inside the belly of the beast, as the ebony giantess continued to be a menace to society. One Ace hardware store was caught under her pinky as she crawled by, half of the store collapsing under the weight of her single digit trapping several workers and shoppers on the edge of where her fingernail struck. One of many desperate scenes faced by local fire departments, trying to get people out from the rubble before the rest of the gravely damaged structure inevitably collapsed. They were able to pull several people from the rubble which shifted every time the giantess set her knees down in the distance, sending the victims off in ambulances which were in short supply, or any available SUV with the seats folded down. Some survived their injuries, but many died en route to the over-packed ICUs at area hospitals. Doctors could only triage so many clinics and medical facilities that somehow had power that were not impacted by the nude black woman rampaging across the metropolitan area had serious staffing problems and were running out of all sorts of supplies quickly. Luckily, she had stuck to main roads and had only squashed a couple clinics so far and no major hospitals, but the damage done to infrastructure meant most ambulances that were still upright and not flattened by a female body part were stranded by foot shaped pits blocking many roads. Life flight helicopters were in high demand, but the city only had a couple, as military helicopters proved hard to fit on the hospital helipads. There was also the half mile high hazard proudly rampaging through the city who had already proven what she could do to even the most powerful of aircraft earlier. As many rescue squads descended onto the highway, they were met with horrific scenes of destruction as she dragged the large dump truck through and over stalled traffic, crushing many dozens of vehicles as smoldering wrecks still held entrapped, injured motorists. As the jaws of life were dispatched frequently along the linear roadway Sanctity pushed her titanic nipple down, the path of destruction ended abruptly where a highway overpass had been. It was conspicuously missing, having massive teeth marks on the sides of it in its new location. Almost a mile from the interstate where it had been placed into the city many years prior the overpass came to rest completely devoid of traffic which had been there aside from a dented fender or wheel with the concrete still glistening with saliva from the giant woman when she licked it clean. The city street the giantess placed it on was not meant to host a highway overpass, as all the cars parked on the street, the trees and sidewalk, along with several bars and restaurants were partially crushed under the heavy piece of infrastructure. The only saving grace was that the area and eateries were not very busy mid-morning on a weekday as the first responders went building to building, trying to rescue any patrons, cooks or bartenders trapped by the carnage. Anyone who was driving in the wrong place at the wrong time could not believe their eyes as they had to turn on their wipers under a deluge of saliva dripping from the floating roadway via Sanctity’s snack, as the sun was blocked out by the metal girders which ultimately flattened them in their cars.

Back on the highway, several hundred feet passed unscathed other than those traumatized by the naked young African woman who crawled past them for several seconds before she unleashed her hanging breast once more. Unlike the last line of devastation, this one was much more localized, but the impact crater was all the more powerful. A terrifying scene awaited those further down the highway as the raw power of the giant young woman showed what her hanging tits could do to the tightly packed traffic. Over ten car lengths and all nine lanes of the interstate were simply erased from existence by the mammary flesh of the black goddess. Ninety cars, vans, tractor trailers and well over 100 tiny commuters were flattened by the uncaring girl as she even took several unwilling souvenirs from her titboxing. It was abundantly clear to those who arrived on the scene that there were many more missing vehicles and bodies as there were over 50 grease and blood splotches on the cracked road where Sanctity’s perky breast assuredly stole whatever she crushed there along with her jiggling boob. In the epicenter of the carnage was a three story deep fifteen-foot-wide pit with a managed mass of black and yellow metal in the middle that was properly identified as the former dump truck she mercilessly crushed along with so much traffic. Some people were more fortunate than others, as only half of a few cars and trucks were flattened and flung about. In one fortunate red Hyundai Sonata sedan on the edge of the impact crater, the entire hood and part of the dashboard were mashed into the ground by the giant ebony rack as their roof bent down towards the passenger compartment making them think they would be just another pair of victims in the mess. In a moment of clarity, the calamity stopped as the tiny trunk and rear axle of the car pointed straight up as the giantess finished pressing her perky breast into the roadway. As she peeled herself from the chaos, the commuters thought they would be along for the ride but instead the decimated vehicle did a flip and slid on it’s roof across the flattened remains of other cars and trucks until it came to a rest in the depression caused by Sanctity’s perky breast. The helpless people in the light green Subaru Forester next to them weren’t as lucky as the front half of their car was stamped flat killing the driver, as those in the rear seats had many broken bones as they were stuck to the giant woman’s jiggly tit and lifted aloft. Miles away they would plummet back to earth to their deaths as more victims of the unaware giantess as she gave the responders several more scenes of utter carnage before she crossed the bridge off the map.

Hearing the pathetic protest of metal against moist skin, to the victor went the spoils. A beautiful face of the young African woman bracketed his view from the lone serving dump truck Sanctity's nipples hosted. He was in a more normative orientation, but his heavy vehicle was suspended hundreds of feet in the air and shunted at near aircraft speeds. Big box retailers had major shrinkage as she obliterated the large buildings with ease using only her thrashing knees. Her eyes darted about, taking in the airport to her left, and downtown over her right shoulder, but the path never deviated from the fateful river-way. Purposely dragging her long-left leg through a packed long term parking lot, Sanctity gave little regard to her loud actions as the helpless driver heard her hand splash into the water. He could see waves already from what she displaced and immediately worked on exit strategy should his heavy machine make a splashdown. Her disappointed voice rang out again before the giant woman's action spoke louder than words. She dove her left crushed traffic covered breast into the soothing waters and laid on her side, as the shovel truck laid passenger door facing down by the river. While he was glad his harness was on, all manner of loose items in the cab slammed open the door and fell to the waters far below. The dive might end him, he thought and decided to wait it out. A creak from the strained metal around him had the operator feeling nervous. Another soft speech and snort later, he had to hear the awful sound of the giant woman's predatory mouth catching traffic and letting her digestive system sort the occupied cars and screaming bridge farers. This was the closest he had been to a wave of destruction yet as her right breast dangled above the roadway in the shadow of the valley of cleavage. Unable to see what came next the audio was nearby and he easily felt it. Her breast landed with a cacophony of twisting metal until it shook his metal shelter, landing on the bridge. Sanctity was so large that he was just clear of all nine lanes of roadway thanks to her tall tits alone. A reverberating creaking spooked him as her jiggling nipple was hardening. Making matters worse, muffled scraping metal sparked along the cracking concrete as the giant ebony woman chased down scores of more victims with her assets. Overshadowing this was her other savory bits grinding against the over-matched infrastructure. He thought he could hear a wetter, muffled squishing but this sense was overwhelmed by a sinking sensation. All hell broke loose as the back-and-forth motion of the giantess worked the entire engine and cab off the bucket that was still stuck and molded to the giant woman’s hard nipple. The cold snowmelt in the river slammed into the twisted truck, as he only had seconds to escape. Cutting the twisted harness, the worker swam for the passenger door towards the churning river. Over the fishy smell of stirred sediment, he thought he sensed another; that of female desire. Struggling for several minutes to make it to shore of an island in the river where the bridge crossed, he was thankful that February was abnormally warm. He still had to strip naked to dry his clothes, as Sanctity continued to toy with the crowded bridge.

Even with the chill, the sexy human skyscraper flipped her body lifting an entire third of the bridge causing him to be slightly embarrassed about how turned on he was by her sadistic actions. He could hear spilling traffic before she got really naughty while her hill sized body faced the city. The ebony giant slowly sat up, apparently enjoying the sensations of the traffic and people she spilled onto her naked body helplessly rolling down her smooth skin. Even with her back facing him, the man of the island could hear the distant sound of breaking glass, twisting metal, and a few horns and screams that cut off sharply when their bodies were smashed by rolling debris. As the giantess sat up straight, she easily cast off the crumbling span of concrete that was the bridge from being caught between her cleavage into the waters of the river with her left hand, while she continued to use her right for something by her hips. He could tell by the movements of her wrist along with the rising volume of wet grinding metal along with the focus of the news helicopters that the remaining bridge traffic was likely entering a vast tunnel. Shuddering at the thought of going out like that, the dump truck driver had to turn away as the giantess finished pleasuring herself laying there. A large distant artillery blast landed on her wrist prompting her to crawl by overhead. Her great body brought with it a dangerous rain of debris that snapped some trees on the island as the man raced for cover. Mainly crumpled vehicles, some soaked in feminine fluids as well as some unfortunate bodies. She continued to toy with the rest of the span closer to Washington state, but then the navy arrived. The dark-skinned goddess used her body to ensure they soon departed before setting off into the city, leaving him and utter devastation behind. Stranded on his slice of land, the man watched as Sanctity finally got her release at the expense of something large downtown that was likely a building. Her attention was brought to a blimp of all things, as it slowly whirred nearby her. Incredibly enough, she followed this contraption and crept onto the west side of the city and from his sights. He was still stranded on the quiet island as he heard the sirens all over the city as evening approached and the smoky fires raged. By nightfall he was cold but luckily his thick clothes dried enough to make a decent blanket to stave off hypothermia. He was starting to lose hope when he finally saw some coast guard boats patrolling the next day in the river. Thankfully, he was able to get their attention as he climbed into the orange raft. The man shared his incredible story from the quarry to the island with his vehicle stuck to the horny giant woman’s breast. He was one of very few who would survive their encounters with Sanctity that day, as she continued about her business, and he arrived back to a changed world.

While Sanctity could glide with ease at hundreds of miles an hour through the city, the Goodyear blimp was agonizingly slow. It ponderously made its way from the vast hangar, vast now being a relative term as Jeremy’s friend Sanctity could now open her mouth to a similar size. Hundreds of people, some in vehicles and several buildings, found this out the hard way as they were forced to tour her expansive digestive system. Those on the dirigible hoped their craft wouldn't serve as dessert. Luckily, as the airship slowly listed and lumbered from the hanger towards the taxiway, the crackly control tower radio an all clear before relaying their departure vector. Once clear of the large building and in the air, Jeremy could see all manner of aircraft on the tarmac below. From the largest regionally produced Boeing 747s to single engine Cessnas, all crowding the taxiways until given the ok. With the giantess in town stretching over half a mile into the sky, planes had to be protected. Air traffic control had third hands full with all the activity coupled with the military and now this strange scheme to intercept the giant woman. Only those in the know up to the highest levels of government knew and had signed off on the plan. There were many who had their doubts about what was happening, but everyone who was not onboard the blimp had to wait and see. As Jeremy and his lab coach looked down at the scene, for the first time they could see the path of destruction left behind by Sanctity. On the outer part of the vast expanses surrounding the airport, a long-term parking lot in the opposite direction of their current heading had taken a direct hit. Twin channels had been scoured from the large swath of asphalt, with rows of neatly parked cars and trucks glinting in the sunlight were cut off sharply with smoldering, twisted wrecks on the edge of this cataclysm. Even from the height that the blimp was already at, Jeremy marveled at how deep the chasms were where his friend’s knees had made contact with the scoured asphalt leaving only a few black, cracked patches behind along with a few bits and pieces of multicolored metal. His eyes followed the path of destruction through several big box retailers that were devastated, looking like they had been hit by a tornado when Sanctity plowed through on her hands and knees. His professor and himself were both thankful that they had passed these unscathed minutes earlier as their paths had crossed already. As they gained what could charitably be called airspeed towards the stadium to test the electronics, they could only see a glimpse of what the ebony giantess was up to as she was getting dirty before cleaning up in the river. He was fortunate he was not in a window seat on an airliner as the blind spot was almost non-existent in the passenger cabin of the ponderous airship as those on the airliners below were surely missing a show if seated on the wrong side of the aisle. Unfortunately, so would Jeremy as the lumbering contraption drifted away from the action before he could have a good live look at her beautiful brown breasts and only could really enjoy the view of her ass as she crawled into the water. It took several minutes where Sanctity was out of sight to calibrate and sync up the device on the blimp to the scoreboard of a stadium, he knew it would be hard for her to see. The stadium speakers were also tested though it reminded him of the Seuss book ‘Horton Hears a Who’. Still, it was their best shot, and just in case they used several other area stadium scoreboards were added to the signal, should the giant woman move away at great speed from her current position. Little did they know how much they would need it, as she was only warming up in the river, as her inhibitions were fighting a losing battle for her already well wired brain. It took many minutes before they reached the chosen scoreboard and several more before it displayed the desired messages. Mikes checked, one and two, the airship slowly reversed course for another long journey back towards the horny goddess. They could only hope that she could read the blimp’s LED words on the side, or all on board knew what death and destruction she already caused. Onboard the craft there was also a radio line open directly to Washington D.C. as Jeremy was surprised that he would have an audio line to the president, but since his friend could not hear him, mainly silence came through either side. Air traffic control was the only guidance given as Jeremy and his professor had the knowledge and were given carte balance over the messaging. This mission was low risk for lives but high reward, though was still to be a costly gamble. It would pale in comparison to the estimates put on a single footprint running well into the hundreds of millions in damage. Not to mention loss of life, but while they calibrated there was plenty using her entire body to dole out the pain for pleasure. As the world watched many leaders started shoring up their defenses, even nearby Canada. Few knew it would be needed but wanted to be ready, or so they thought. Most efforts went to evacuation plans, though the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Jeremy could see as he approached that those who planned on using the bridge north out of the area would be in for a sexy surprise, as most had vanished as they puttered back. Unfortunately, his friend worked hard and fast and over a mile of bridgeway was hardly a good cuddling match for a giantess who wants to be loved, but Sanctity utilized it anyway.

Not letting the traffic she had just ingested settle down her throat, Sanctity gently moved her hand from the flat foreboding plane of her stomach to her perky breast. They were only slightly larger than normal for her 5ft height originally, but now they were simply massive. Darkness fell on all eight lanes, as she was perky enough that the tons of flesh hung in place, while her right tit was dipping into the diverted river. Sanctity simply let gravity do the rest, as she leaned her mammary over the crowded highway. It was something else when she felt trucks and buses, then bitty cars and pickups all dimpling her smooth black skin before being pressed into pancakes. She smirked as she knew that the wetness spreading under her boob must have been more than just various oils and gasoline as she wondered how many had to reverse course as the entire bridge was cut off. Cruelly, she decided to chase them down before they got too far, but first another area of moisture beckoned her attention. Sanctity felt as if her cunt was on fire, she had never been so aroused in her life, and it caught even her off guard. Her smooth inner thigh barely cleared under the bridge as they bracketed the span with her other looming above. To the tiny people scurrying in its shadow, the radiant, pungent heat given off by the seven-story chasm was apparent to anyone on the northbound lanes. Unable to resist the urge any longer, Sanctity pressed her labia horizontally into the bridge deck. It was amazing as first the fence and barrier were enveloped by her ravenous cunt, as her slurping skin hopped the curb and began to interact with traffic and terrified micro people. Those making a run for it were smeared between the concrete and the titanic pussy, while the first lane of cars and trucks were shoved into the second. One crumbly pop at a time she felt the tiny vehicles get trapped and smothered by her sensitive sexual snatch. Within seconds she had reduced fourteen helpless automobiles to scrap metal smeared in a heaping portion of her love juices. Not content to rest on her laurels, she rubbed her breast against the roadway while her pussy ground against it. Back and forth she chased a number of people down, caught between lanes of traffic, they were easy pickings. Some were still trapped in their cars and tractor trailers, hoping these flimsy metal shelters would somehow protect them against many thousands of tons of Sanctity’s flesh. It stimulated her graciously as dozens of lives ended under her firm skin, pops and tingles were nice, but only on the surface. A nice wetness splashed her cunt as her juices spread as she closed her thighs together. Dozens or trucks and vans were all flattened between her unyielding skin. Pressing her top breast against her other and the riverbed grasped the bridge deck firmly between her cleavage, her legs felt amazing as smooth thighs crumpled much metal. With her right arm lifting the roadway from below and unseen to the tiny people, half a kilometer of stuck traffic was about to go on an everlasting journey. Sanctity was impressed that the concrete bridge held together as she wrenched it from its foundations and tipped it on its side. The hundreds of people and vehicles however were sent tumbling onto the left side of her body, tickling her beautiful dark skin. During this process she made sure to open her mouth and close her eyes as some tiny cars were in for a big surprise. Hundreds of little plunks from the metal machines and micro men and women were felt from her forehead down to her wet crotch. She lifted the half dozen cars that landed on her tongue to her back teeth and wasted no time chewing the mass of metal. This quickly proved unwise as the vehicles were too small and got stuck in her teeth. As she picked a dollop of metal that was a van out of her molar, Sanctity decided she would just swallow any other unfortunate little treats. Opening her eyes slowly, Sanctity felt her natural eyelashes crumpled a couple automobiles. Over 700 intact cars, trucks and buses as well as over a thousand would be evacuees spread out on her body. Corralled over the left side of her lovely body by the upended bridge, Sanctity felt little tingles in her skin as the teensy people and upright vehicles tried to explore their expansive living surroundings. For a few minutes, she was content to lay back across the river as the mid-afternoon sun warmed her skin. Still, these tiny people had attacked her at every chance they had, polluted her beloved planet and wished ill will towards her. Maybe she would address the yearning desire to end her intrepid explorers' bodily expeditions. Some enjoyed the peaks of her perky breasts, but Sanctity wanted them all to become cave spelunkers instead.

Those civil servants on the job were fully activated and dispersed to many fruitless efforts. Few knew what to expect, nor that they too might be putting themselves in the line of danger. Everyone from ambulance drivers to police helicopter pilots and fire crews battling blazes would face possibly being extinguished as the day progressed. Those going by highway did not have to travel far, though the scenes that happened were grim and mentally scarring. As final tallies of the long list of casualties were accrued, a pattern from the skews were noticed via the data points coinciding with footage. Her footprints covering a number of suburban blocks were seemingly aimed at crossing blue lights off into the malleable ground. Sanctity was targeting all first responders, but police with the highest frequencies. Regardless, it was many days before this fact was fully understood along with some upsetting close up footage of the callous look on the giantess’s face as Sanctity enjoyed her actions. Still, the soggy scenes many had to attend were nearly impossible not to gag at either due to the carnage or the hazy mist of pungent love juice in the air. Partially buried in creamy plumes of Sanctity’s bodily fluid was a field of colorful metal and concrete rocks that were formerly dozens of cars, trucks, roadway and worse was what else was there. Shreds of clothing, rarely whole garments, blood stained and tattered and sometimes sticking out from the pulverized vehicular remains. At the former interchange of two major interstate highways, only the severely twisted and bent girder from a highway along with a few boulders. These misshapen blobs were of her orgasmic goo bonded to melted concrete with metal inside almost making for a hard to move structure that would have to be demolished to get inside. At first, they were pick axed but quickly realized no one could have survived in the area and moved to the edges. This is where the great number of injured were and had their tales of survival. Some were slammed backwards by uncaring labia, as the cars in front of them were flattened then dragged off by the drooling immense sexual organ. Another fortunate truck driver had her uncaring clit bump into the roof sleeper cab and shove the engine and passenger compartment of his Kenworth sideways into the jersey barrier. His trailer was not as lucky as his cab and was grabbed by the sticky skin. It was a tumultuous ride as his dash cam recorded the truck bouncing helplessly off the wall or more frighteningly off the mountain of a woman attached to her pubic area. He could hear her capturing, slurping up and dragging the flattened cars and SUVs on the roadway. Finally, just when he thought the next bump would pull him under Sanctity’s impressive body, the Yellow trailer sheared off, leaving his cab behind next to a pile of sheared metal. He was trapped and could only watch her settle and masturbate by sticking his head out of the broken window as the rear-view mirrors blasted off the side's moments earlier. A few other cars were stuck to the remains, with a few injured survivors, not all of whom would make it to nightfall. He was lucky enough to be found early and taken via stretcher to an ambulance. The hospitals had a long line for entry and a high denial rate as beds filled up quickly. Minor injuries were soon to be treated at the many clinics as these two started to be in way over their heads. As Sanctity moved on from the highway, the trail got a lot more spotty but no less devastating. Big box retailers were decimated by uncaring hands and knees, needing multiple triage sites. Roads and homes affected by an errant foot or Sanctity’s smooth shins were treated to a quick death, with those tasked to pick up the pieces and find survivors being assigned overwhelming search areas. Neighborhoods both urban and commercial were in a broken line to the water where the most difficult crime scene would unfold. Unfortunately, the giantess watched them all there gathering in commanded centers hastily raised on the shoreline river roads. They were wise not to approach the waters, as even though she was a ways out, the river had waves and rose rapidly along her damming body. Coast guard boats and helicopters were mustered but would not be dispatched until the giant woman had cleared the area, and she was certainly taking her time. For those on the bridge, these would be rescuers would come too late for all but a select few, including one who was found on the island the next day who had the longest journey of all riding Sanctity’s erect nipple in his stranded dump truck. As the giantess made waves with her next actions, the first responders waited on shore as she noticed them and put on a macabre show.

Traffic was bumper to bumper on the four-lane bridge over the Columbia River as hundreds of citizens tried to make their way over the water to Washington, but very few would reach their intended destination. Adding to the confusion was the vehicles stuck on the southbound side of the bridge could see something in the distance that had them reworking their routes much too far into the journey. While waiting in the hopeless lines of cars and trucks, they listened, raptured to the radios or read the sensational live news feeds of the giant ebony woman laying waste to the surrounding area. Trying to make it to the roads to relative safety only put them further in harm's way as the giantess advanced in a meandering direction when the ears of those listening perked up. She had just entered the highway after she spit-balled a tank in the direction of the roadway a few miles to the south. The tension was palpable now as they heard she was crawling north in their direction, as people looked in their rearview mirrors or out their windshields trying to get a glimpse of the horny goddess. Sanctity was in no rush to get there, as she made several pit stops to pick up some train passengers and help ease the congestion with the help of her ample chest. Hearing that just her perky breast alone covered and flattened all eight lanes of traffic caused some to contemplate an escape, but they and their cars were helplessly stranded above the churning waters of the river far below. Suddenly in the distance, the natural black hair covering Sanctity’s scalp appeared bobbing in the hazy distance. Panic had started to spread as people slowly meandered, mainly in the wrong direction from safety. The giant woman was taking her time as her face appeared next on the horizon. This was followed by what few could grasp until seen for themselves, but the jiggling, twin perky peaks pointing down mockingly at those below. One seemed far dirtier than the other, testifying to the section of highway the giant young woman had sensually titboxed into a crater. The angle and expression on her face suddenly changed, as the dark brown nipples also pointed straight at them from several miles away. Her huge brown eyes were looking down at something as she bit her lip, not only was the giant woman nude but she was also being crude. She seemed to be working up a sweat as she ground herself against the roadway, the stunned population watching in horror. After she finished minutes later, those on the bridge knew she was on the same highway as them and traveling fast on her hands and knees. Shock absorbers shook as she approached, devastating businesses and neighborhoods with her hands and knees. Sanctity made it to the river at breakneck speed as many tried abandoning their vehicles while others tried in vain to push stalled traffic forwards. Not even the large municipal dump trucks could gain ground before the huge woman straddled over them. Her body darkened the sky as the view of her naked form was imposing and detailed. While the look on her face was proud, her booming voice spoke words that were too loud to hear in a mocking tone. She was almost as long as the entire span from shore to the island, and she sank into the water on her right side causing a huge wave. The seismic shock almost knocked several tractor trailers on the bridge to their sides. They could feel the warmth of her nude body as she tucked herself in real close, as some parts of her form were both above and below the bridge. While her face approached first, it stopped just before colliding with the roadway as Sanctity craned her neck a little showing off her commuter train necklace as huge brown eyes beamed down at them. Her pupils dilated wildly as the crowd reacted in sheer panic. Moving her house sized nostrils above the roadway, she began to inhale gently, though at her size even a whiff could be deadly. A few people close by tumbled into her mucous covered nose hairs, screaming as they hoped desperately not to meet this cruel fate. Instead, a Chevy Spark hatchback had its rear lifted by the unseen force and rolled her way. It smashed into the giant woman’s nose hair, killing two stuck people, before Sanctity snorted lightly. This shot the tiny car out of her nasal cavity like a cannon smashing it into the guardrail into a wad of twisted metal. Without warning, a wet whale sized pink monster emerged from Sanctity’s smiling lips, gathering dozens of screaming people and micro machines. It rested on top of all five lanes with some half-flattened cars and trucks sticking out from the other side. A few unfortunate people were also caught there as well as crushed lower torsos with blood coming out of their mouths or just lifeless pairs of legs buried by the giant tongue. Sanctity moved seconds later, trapping more victims who rushed over to try to remove those still alive, as well as the tiny cars and trucks. The sound of tires skidding on wet concrete, crunching metal and screams of terror rang out as those who still could run in all directions. The giantess then withdrew her tongue to reveal slick concrete, twisted metal wrecks and mangled corpses all soaked in her saliva. Moving her hand down to her taut tummy, she rubbed it tauntingly as the same hand moved towards a much bigger batch of flesh. Jutting her tits out towards the roadway, those who ran from the tongue twisting suddenly found themselves in the shadow of a great brown orb. Many froze in fear as a gigantic, stranded quarry dump truck sailed above them stuck to her aroused nipple. They could feel the roadway rise a few feet as heat radiated off the horny young woman’s bosom. It darkened all ten lanes as the Sanctity held her breast up with her left hand, with a devious look on her face. You didn’t have to have the pedigree of Sir Isaac Newton to know the gravity of the situation but dozens of people on the bridge feebly braced themselves or hid in tiny SUVs and trucks hoping for safety as the giantess removed her hand and let her cleavage bounce closed. Tens of millions of pounds were about to rest on some overwhelmed traffic.

The sun warmed Sanctity’s skin, but little chills and tingles were stoking a fire down below. Micro people and the wheels of upright cars and trucks tried to explore the landscape of her dark skin. Not all had landed so square or got the chance. Dozens of people outside of their vehicles were killed by tumbling traffic, as the rolling tractor trailers mashed smaller cars and trucks in the mini massacre. Crinkling metal on a nanoscale touched her naked body as movement occurred moments later. She looked close at the traffic as only a few sideways specks of blurry cars remained stuck on the jersey barrier, and if she squinted, she thought that there were people too, though one made the five-story plunge it looked like. Even if her eyes weren't playing tricks on her was unsure if she felt it, but the wetness gushing to her loins was harder to ignore. Hundreds of tiny cars and SUVs pelted her body from her forehead to her pubic area, many of whom held explorers. These soon would be thrill seekers, if not by choice, as she decided to wrangle up the herd the mass of metal and men. As a third of the concrete bridge remained uprooted and held tightly between Sanctity’s closed cleavage and thighs as she laid on her back, she decided to give her mites a little pep talk.

“I hope you bugs are enjoying the much wider span over the river after my hasty deconstruction work of your pathetic bridge. I enthusiastically inform you that many of you will now be rerouted into a cozy tunnel, so for those of you still in your cute cars I suggest you fasten your seat-belts, not that it will matter in the end. Bon voyage!”

With her words of warning lost on the tiny crowds gathered on her curvy body, Sanctity learned some lessons from moments ago and closed her eyes again, opening her mouth. Her left hand also instinctively went for her pussy lips, parting them exposing sticky inner skin poised to grasp any metal or clothing exposed to it. There were a few unfortunate travelers on her forehead as she slowly began to sit up, who started to roll across the thick membrane of her eyelids as the first of many to come. She could feel the tiny mites struggling with her smooth thick skin as tiny tires lost traction and started to slip. A few small objects tumbled past her eyelashes as one beefier trailer landed square on the bridge of her nose, splitting in two as she opened her mouth wide. This time she made sure not to chew as several vehicles, micro people and the contents of the tiny tractor trailer landed on her tongue. Unfortunately, the only hints of flavor from this were cardboard like as the contents were nothing interesting, but more debris gathered steam as it slid down her chin towards her clavicle. The tiny tumbling objects picked up momentum as they headed past the train necklace towards her natural hills. As they held the crumbling remains of the de facto drawbridge up further, Sanctity’s breasts controlled the flow of traffic. She opened her eyes from her facial barrage to witness several tiny cars and trucks get funneled through her cleavage, as well as a few less fortunate people and vehicles flung off the shelf of her rack making tiny splashes in the river below. Never the biggest in the room, Sanctity was still happy with her tits and none of the men she had been with registered a complaint, as she looked down at her erect bosom as she slowly did her sit up. On the top of her breasts precariously balanced, a few tiny cars clung on for dear life, as the water's surface got further and further away. It was a stampede of twisting metal down the flat plain of her tummy now as the tickling sensation of itty-bitty things breaking against her skin raced toward the finish line. No checkered flag would greet the drivers and survivors here, as instead these two finish lines were sopping wet with steamy arousal. Sanctity even witnessed a couple tiny travelers land in the small pit of her belly button, with pinprick headlights illuminating the rim, but knew she was surrounded by water and would deal with these cling ons when she freshened up, after she got a bit dirtier of course. As she completed her sit up, Sanctity held almost 2,000 feet of the crumbling bridge between her thighs and cleavage as the last few tiny vehicles and people crashed hard into her smooth skin and pubic hairs. Watching a gathering contingent of flashing lights on the shore roads, she could feel their tiny resilient puny fellow citizens trying to explore her lap. Sanctity was about to stir it up and make the rescue into recovery efforts, but first she decided to shed the dead weight of the bridge. With a simple flex of her arms, she cast the vertical structure aside, watching it collapse into the river waters as some jagged pieces remained above the water line as a grim reminder of what once stood there. Not fully satisfied, she looked down at her beautiful skin, licking her lips in anticipation as the mites tried to escape from what was their final stop. Numerous people and cars had already landed in her mighty cunt, struggling and sinking deeper into her folds, but Sanctity felt a little greedy and wanted more. Continuing to peel herself open with her right hand, she used the left to gather a crowd of micro citizens and vehicles and herded all towards her waiting womanhood. A few were in flames already from crashing hard into her firm skin, but these would easily be extinguished by her gushing vaginal fluids, as her own fiery passion built.

In the valley of the shadow of Sanctity’s perky breasts, dozens of screaming people were unsure which way would lead to safety, and this indecision would cost them their lives. Without warning the giantess removed her left hand supporting her breast and it landed on the roadway. Many tons of unyielding flesh touched the metal roofs of dozens of vehicles, spraying broken glass in all directions as they crumpled. People inside and running between them were cut by these shards though few had time to register this thought as more pressing matters were at hand. Tiny commuters braced themselves against the sinking metal roofs of their cars or the tons of flesh pressing down on them. None were pleased to be able to cop a feel on Sanctity as her unstoppable mass started to snap bones and reduce the tallest of trucks from feet to inches. Soon, her supple skin smothered all caught underneath flattening many screaming commuters and traffic as stunned survivors looked on in terror. Some rushed to help those trapped in their half-flattened rides, struggling to reach screaming victims from jammed doors, as inverted rear bumpers pointed up and four tires uselessly hanging. They say only fools rush in with the best of intentions and were rewarded when the giantess dragged the metal carcasses forwards, causing a few automobiles to tumble into the bloody oil slick left behind the giant’s breast. A massive brown pillar of toned flesh darkened the direction left towards safety but had no time to cover the distance of three football fields between stalled, crashed traffic and many hundreds more trying out for survival school. Half of the lanes would be snuffed out before they landed. In the same area many people were too afraid to abandon their whips as a seven story long drooling horizontal slit capped by a wet, engorged clit suddenly manifested in their proximity. After a loud crash further ahead, one unfortunate businessman in a Volvo XC90 had the misfortune along with dozens of others losing any visual outside their windows when Sanctity peeled herself open. The heat and humidity rose fast enough to fog even his glasses, as a familiar but pungent odor filled the passenger cabin. The opaque windows were darkened as people screamed in terror all around his trapped vehicle while his light sensing headlights clicked on. Sanctity blocked out the sun as her free hand released her latest weapon. In an inward explosion of glass, the giant girl's vulva seemingly removed the man's Volvo from all the people and traffic around him. The truth was that most were smothered and flattened by Sanctity’s libidinous flesh. He wasn’t far off either, as his vehicle was shoved into a fold in her pussy walls, and sheet metal caved in all around him as most of the airbags went off pinning his crippled vehicle. It was a dark, dank cave and he had his limbs broken by the collapsing vehicle around him. The engine was flooded and crushed making it pitch black as his other senses were overwhelmed with the giant woman’s lusty odor and moisture. Hot, pungent death came quickly for the stricken office worker as the giantess began to grind her stiff upper pussy lip against the road, flattening the overwhelmed CUV into a soggy blob. Screaming people were trapped and sucked under her labia as Sanctity’s cunt dragged back and forth over the bridge deck. Soon, a long stretch of roadway traffic and commuters were all reduced to specks of cloth and metal lodged in cracked concrete under an accretion of cum. The giantess was yet to be sated, and the towering legs would come together with thunderous force. All nine lanes were covered by Sanctity’s muscular, smooth thigh as hundreds of people and tiny vehicles were flattened between them. Those narrowly missed were either trapped by her breasts sandwiching the roadway to the north or her ankles grabbing the south end. All told, close to 700 vehicles and a thousand people were fully at the young ebony woman’s mercy, and she wanted to bring them closer. An uneasy cracking as tiny cars and trucks started shifting as the roadway started tilting to the right. A high-profile Sprinter van tumbled from the furthest lane by the flat plain of Sanctity’s stomach. Crashing over eight lanes of traffic, the barrage was only beginning as people started dying. The wise ones hopped over early onto vast, flat areas of her skin. Up by her facial features this was a risky proposition. Many stayed in their hundreds of vehicles, belted tight the motorists hoped ready to roll. For many who survived the fall to the ebony skinscape, this was far from the intended destination Sanctity had in mind for them. She had her methods of persuasion on where she wanted them to go and would use gravity as her aid.

The navy ship captains and engineers were used to navigating the open ocean but could manage the rivers in a pinch, and with the attacks near the inland city of Portland nearing the river many vessels made the journey. While most of the American pacific fleet was still located in Hawaii, South Korea and San Diego, smaller contingents dotted the coastline. There was little if any action for the sailors anchored in these locations, mainly busy work as smugglers would be unwise to go as far south as Oregon. As luck would have it a dozen armed battle cruiser gunboats were heading back south from a training exercise near the Puget Sound when the ship's alarm rang out. All available hands rushed to the deck to hear what the superior officers had to say. This early February morning would turn out to be anything but normal. They were told rather than continuing on their way south, that instead they would be taking a major detour to the port side in a few miles, which started rampant speculation among the sailors. In the end, all would wish that they just continued with their starboard heading, as the garrison would ponderously line up and make their way down the Columbia River. Some of the bends and shoals could be tricky, but the journey took a couple hours, so it was ample time to be briefed on what lay ahead. More specifically, whom. At first, many of the cadets thought it was a joke or prank but were soon shown video of Sanctity from multiple angles, and the atrocities she had already managed. They examined what effects the helicopters, tanks and artillery had on the giantess, seeing if she had shown any weakness. They were oblivious to the psychological option that was also being executed, as they were set to reach her first. The sailors knew that the outlook was bleak. Still, they performed their assigned duties, getting many rounds of heavy shells loaded. Many gazed longingly at shore and the lifeboats and rafts, riverside buildings were a tantalizing escape from the fate that awaited them. Top military brass knew these twelve iron battleships would be Sanctity’s strongest opponent yet. By now however, even most of them had resigned that the odds were against them. Since the mission had sprung from a training exercise and not a battle, most sailors still had their phones on them, watching the news unfold as the giant black woman devoured office buildings and wore mass transit vehicles as jewelry. Long nights during journeys on the open ocean meant weeks or months between shore leave, so what Sanctity did next caused more than a few to retreat to their bunks to watch. It was incredible seeing what the horny ebony goddess could do to civilian infrastructure, using it to stir her erotic desires. Watching hundreds of people perishing under her perky breasts and ground to bits by her wet pussy, the thought crossed their mind that if the battle did not go their way, how the young giantess would deal with them. The ships were still navigating a few bends when word arrived that she was nearing the river. This came as a pleasant surprise to commanders and generals who were still almost 30 minutes away, as they could now face her head on. This would not be good news for those on the bridge Sanctity arrived at, as her lusty embrace was about to bedevil the structure. Rounding an elevated riverbank, the back of her natural hair came into view. It was clear the young African woman was sitting, though the view was from her torso up. From her shoulder to her upper arm, they could tell her right hand was stirring, and the video feed from shore gave them the full frontal view. Most sailors' mouths were agape as her fingers forced tons of mangled metal and bodies about her sex. Those on deck tried to hear her actions from miles away, but the loud engine on the battle cruisers drowned out whatever noises the masturbating goddess was making. Slight twitches in her muscles under that perfect ebony skin basking in the sunlight were all their view provided, even if those huddled around phone screens had the rest filled in for them. Once Sanctity was satisfied, the view was partially obscured as she crawled into the deeper portion of the river alongside the rest of the span, and soon vanished. She was not being bashful, as all the sexual play made for a messy goddess, so while she bathed a battleship to their rear of the flotilla suddenly let loose a cruise missile. There was some confusion from high command as targeting coordinates were given but not a command to fire. If it was an overzealous ensign or a hardware malfunction the end result was all that mattered. The hundreds of sailors on the boats heard the distant explosion as those with the monitors in the command centers of the ship showed a direct hit, but not the intended result. They were still a few minutes away from the bathing beauty, but their actions altered her intended course, and those on the remaining span of the bridge, the heavily armored boats, and especially the city itself would suffer the grim consequences.

Sitting in an upright position with her pressed together with many colorful specks tarrying about them that she was proud to show off, Sanctity got to work and it was a pleasure. Using her right hand, she had peeled open six stories of wet flesh, capturing many tumbling vehicles like a sundew plant with insects. However unlike the botanical hunter, her enzymes needn't break down their victims for digestion, but she did have room to spare. It felt amazing, so many weighty metal shells breaking and tumbling over her nude skin, along with a few infinitesimal spindly people trying desperately to find a grip, or getting rolled over by a tumbling truck as all fell. The rough landing from a pile of mashed or intact traffic on her smooth thighs was not the end of things as Sanctity was just getting warmed up. After tossing the interfering remains of the humbled bridge, she smirked smugly at the gathering crowd of emergency vehicles and stranded people on shore as she gave them a show to remember. Using her left hand, Sanctity shunted along countless little cars, trucks and more than a few screaming victims. She herded the smoking, writhing mass onto her spread labia, smearing them up the length of her vulva to her engorged clit. Sanctity’s eyelids fluttered as it felt like hundreds of grains of sand that were soft and yielding rubbing against her most sensitive skin. Fully opening her eyes Sanctity gazed longingly at first responders and hovering helicopters all bearing witness to her sultry actions. As salacious as this was, a few thoughts crossed her mind. Those of how pathetic this world was now, so many things stuffed inside of her were not as filling as she could have hoped. Her fingers could only make up so much difference, but those taller buildings downtown were only a few short miles away through some densely packed neighborhood. Had she become a monster she thought? Well before she finished this thought she rode her climax to clear her mind. She was surprised by the decent orgasm she experienced, as Sanctity wondered what to do next. Pulling out her sticky fingers, she marveled at the tiny rainbow sprinkles plastered to her digit. Sanctity sprung a slight leak between her thighs, causing a few blobs with bitty chocolate chips to raft down the river. The sheer volume of her nectar was enough to cocoon and float flattened metal shells for miles. Quickly, she realized it was bath time, trying to free her mind for a few moments from all her pussy alone had just killed. Hours earlier she had just accidentally smashed one sedan inside her cavernous cunt. Had she been aware of this fact may have saddened her, but this was also before these mites had attacked her. Strike two were the tanks, and the clueless boats at bat were about to be sent back to the dugout. Looking down at the pathetic masses gathered to watch her erotic display, Sanctity returned her gaze to her beautiful body. Her dark brown skin was speckled with tiny bits of broken debris, smeared with all manner of oils and other fluids, and missing one of her accessories. Looking at her perky breasts, she realized the dump truck she placed on her nipple a while back had jiggled off in the commotion. All as well, it was so hard keeping track of these tiny toys, and she returned her loving stare to the commuter train necklace. It was battered with many windows cracked or missing from the bumpy ride, and it was covered in beads of her sweat. Addressing their tiny ears in hopes a few survived, Sanctity spoke to them,

“My little fashion accessories, it seems your goddess has gotten a little dirty. While I spy with my little eyes a suitable bath, y'all might wanna be prepared to remain wet. At least the river water will help wash away the salt water I soaked you with, what's a girl to do?”

With that, Sanctity pressed her arms into the riverbed and prepared to move to a deeper stretch of the waterway. For now, she decided to ignore the last mile of crowded roadway spanning the waters to Washington state. Turning herself to her hands and knees, she felt some clinging micro vehicles, chunks of concrete and smaller debris Sanctity hoped to be people tumbling into the river. Not dwelling on all the tiny things falling off her thighs, perky breasts and even her hair, she crawled around the island in the middle of the river. Sanctity made it to the deepest point she could find, getting wet up past her wrists, this was a spot a young goddess could bathe herself. Privacy was not an option but Sanctity didn't mind. Cupping copious amounts of water and splashing it at her glorious body, it was a truly amazing sight as she got herself wet. Gleaming, proud breasts were kneaded to work off all the clinging bits of metal and most of the oil and blood still stuck to them. Next she went after her thighs as they were similarly smeared, though Sanctity also probed her deeper folds, removing globs of her love juice smothering metal wads that were recently bridge traffic. A lot of these were surprisingly buoyant, some bobbing on the surface while others rolled for miles, even into the sea. But as they drifted away from the gleaming wet giantess resting on her back, she was unaware that these mini mites would be fatbergs that those on the navy ships would be wise to heed. In the minutes before these gruesome remainders of her fingering hundreds to death reached the oncoming fleet, Sanctity began to really think about what she was doing. It was as if the cool river waters slowed her burning desires, but did not completely abate them. Maybe she should stop now, she thought. Sanctity knew consciously that she had gone too far, was fully cleaned and maybe should somehow try to turn over a new leaf. Maybe gently traverse the river, maybe sinking into the water if the urges brought on by a bridge or highway overtook her loins. Probable fires extinguished with something other than hundreds of commuters, maybe then find her way to the wilderness to try to live in peace. It is not like an apology would do much, and maybe then they would stop attacking her. Sanctity knew it certainly hurt them a lot more than it hurt her, but she could still feel some fury in the back of her mind. Unaware of the oncoming flotilla, she let her hand skim the water, at peace when her plans changed the instant something flicked her wrist. A small, orange cone expanded slowly as a ball of fire danced on her skin. The cells jumped into action, as they hushed any slight pain receptors, while her nervous system shot signals to her brain and loins. Arousal, anger and much destruction would follow shortly, but first she simply wiped away a black circle the missile made on her beautiful brown skin. Looking up at the rest of the bridge, the place where the smoke trail came from, then downtown, Sanctity licked her lips and said,

“OK, let’s do this.”

Orders for navy vessels to slowly navigate the Columbia River waters came from the president himself. He was aware of the other ‘blimp’ plan but wanted to give the greatest squadron of armed forces in the world one more go, as there was a lot of capital spent on the massive, powerful destroyers. Still, even his cabinet knew that estimating her size and the way other heavy weapons could not even scratch the surface of the behemoth, that it was good that the airship was still being sent her way. However, they made sure not to tell them about this part of the plan, as they created a diversion to the stadiums as a way to buy the big boats time. While he considered himself lucky that the ships were just in the area at the time to be able to divert from their routes, he along with most others on Pennsylvania Avenue were happy to be over 3,000 miles away. Anyone who came within 3,000 feet of the attractive young giantess were in imminent mortal danger. By now the president was aware that when attacked the giantess tended to prolong her rampages, so those on the Goodyear blimp would have their work cut out for them. But still, from what he had heard from the intelligence community so firmly reminded him, it is not always firepower that wins wars, and psychology would be an asset they could ill afford to ignore. They were stunned with the manor that such a normal seeming 23 year old Liberian national was lashing out with. While the battle cruisers he dispatched had a decent range for their artillery, he knew it would take time to arrive at the giantess. Another item of dumb luck occurred as she lazily followed and fucked the highway until she put on her grandest exhibition yet with a multi-lane bridge. Soon after, they were granted early access to some of the dashboard cameras before the broadcast media splattered the images all over the world. One of the most harrowing was from a UPS truck which was sitting in traffic when the driver abandoned it due to an unseen force. The underside of an ebony breast slammed down onto traffic a few car lengths ahead of the truck, bouncing it causing the camera image to skip a few staticky seconds. The big boob ground the flattened vehicles back and forth for a few seconds, then after more squishy grinding further down, the whole world inverted.

The box truck was suddenly passenger door down on the vast plain of the young woman’s skin. All around were displaced, upturned tractor trailers and SUVs. A few stricken people wandered briefly, but suddenly all scraped and tumbled into a splash of fluids smearing the windshield. For the viewing audience a few seconds lapsed when the world around the now opaque lens became clear once more. An upside down shot of damp, dark folds held dozens of tiny vehicles in their grasp, viewers had to digest what they were seeing before it registered that the diminutive truck was stuck to the giant vagina of an aroused woman. The giantess’s smooth thighs rose from this, coming together with a number of smoldering wrecks scattered about. Some people were there too, though not all were moving. Four brown pillars of flesh swept over the injured masses, shoving men and machines towards the base of her wet pussy. The whole war room felt queasy when a wad of traffic and commuters was shoved past the fleshy curtains, and into the woman’s vaginal canal. When her slick fingers emerged, they lifted towards the helpless UPS truck, showing off its fate. Globs of her nectar smeared husks of twisted metal along with something far more frightening writhing away. The camera cut out sharply as a gooey, accordionned pickup truck smashed into the front of the delivery van, demolishing it. Jeremy and crew did not get to see these details until weeks later, as they were engaged with their task. Still, they watched the live feeds of her handling the bridge, and wondered if maybe they had the wrong idea. Sanctity was no longer the young woman who he held an unspoken attraction to, even if he was unsure if it was reciprocal. However, at the same time Jeremy could not let this cloud his judgment, as only he and his professor knew what truly was responsible for her mega stature. As they did their best to complete the seemingly tedious task at the stadium, they thought they heard an explosion from miles away near the river. Indeed on their phones as they finished calibrating the scoreboard, they saw on their screens that a cruise missile had struck the unimpressed giantess. They were not too far but at the speed of the airship it would take over 20 minutes to reach her, and in the meantime it was unwise to have interrupted her bath.

In the uneasy peace of the intense hug from the giant woman, close to a thousand stranded souls wandered about between mountainous thighs and a terrifying tit blocking the road. Four to five lanes filled with hundreds of vehicles all trapped next to the ebony giantess was nerve wracking, though they were about to get a lot more real estate to roam, much to their chagrin. Finished with her daily grind, the towering torso of the giant woman still loomed next to the concrete bridge, but a shaking reminded many of an earthquake, as the pavement cracked and bulged. The roadway suddenly surged upwards, tilting at a ninety degree angle onto Sanctity’s vast body. A thousand screaming people over a quarter mile stretch of road were dumped along with hundreds of cars and trucks onto the spongy ebony skin. Others fell further into churning watery graves as the giantess stirred the river into eddies and whirlpools with her body. Passengers and pedestrians alike landed on the alien landscape from the firm skin of her forehead to nearby towering smooth thighs that stretched high above their heads. Those on Sanctity’s brow who survived the harshly tumbling cars and trucks were worried about her wiping it and smearing them like bugs, but they should have been more concerned with something brewing a thousand feet away. Another unfortunate pair in a VW hatchback rolled into the top of the soft dark skin of Sanctity’s closed eyelid. A RAM pickup next to them was slammed and crumpled into the lashes when the giant woman opened her big brown eyes again. Stranded there for the moment afraid to move, her eye socket rose to a rim, or more frighteningly an gargantuan wet surface of the lens on her eye rising like a hill above them. She may have felt them there if they moved but aware or not the giantess would move them with gravity. They would join the fray with dozens of others as they rolled towards their much slower ride. One unfortunate red Mitsubishi SUV landed next to her nostril as the giantess exhaled, and rolled onto her moistened upper lip. Sanctity knew they and the others were there, as the great chasm of her mouth opened, as she simultaneously lifted her head. A few dozen vehicles and people rolled down the steep surface as the giantess wisely shut her eyes for the moment so as not to get them caught in her lashes.

What a feeling it was as tiny, grippy, spinning tires revolved uselessly on the imperceptible oil we have on all our skins, or rolled end over end towards her nose. Many crashed into the bridge, hilariously crumpling against it as the concrete bridge was not faring well with this motion either. While the tiny gray automobile just missed getting sent into a spiral by a nostril, neither driver nor passenger in the V-dub were able to avoid the massive tongue trapping the passing vehicles in sticky saliva. The impact was not too bad but body panels bent inwards as Sanctity caught a few more morsels dragging the tiny vehicle against her lip. Daylight vanished in a snap but as they were all embalmed in saliva, their headlights bore witness to the other vehicles on tongue, and that some had red stains, and there were bodies. Also, multiple injured people stuck on the sticky appendage, soon to be swimming as the giantess simply swallowed all of them down. Able to open her eyes again, her great arms moved forwards, tossing the crumbling remains of the quarter mile span of bridge into the river. The concrete crumbled being vertically stacked instead of horizontal and a third of the structure was wiped off the map. Dozens of people and a few trapped vehicles clinging on to the maligned remains lost big time as unsurvivable chunks splashed huge jets of water upon impact. Her right hand went further along the trail as another herd of tiny tumblers rolled by a train that had become a necklace for the sadistic giantess. A few smashed down seconds earlier onto pillowy hills that were her breasts hoped after the oily mess of flattened metal rectangles was bad, but their trips only began and ended in the same place. Some unfortunate people on the bridge who were outside their cars became stuck in the goo, most getting smashed by rolling and plummeting vehicles. Some of these ricocheted off Sanctity’s perky chest into the cold waters below, even impacting the twisted remains of the bridge exploding on impact. Most vehicles were channeled through her cleavage as a straight shot down her flat tummy. More and more tractor trailers, buses and CUVs all made the trip down, banging off each other or impacting and deforming against the young woman’s thick skin. A concentration of metal slid down a bloody oil slick, all leading to an area those familiar with the female anatomy feared visiting most at this relative size. A couple fell temporarily into the pit of her belly button, but a much deeper, wetter hole was where she intended to place them.

The man in the SUV stuck to her pubic hairs for what seemed like hours was about to have his closest call yet as the giantess reached the river. Crawling above a crowded, major interstate bridge he had driven on many times before, the giantess seemed disdained that the overshadowed traffic was leaving. In a sudden test of his strained harnesses, Sanctity laid down on her side, as all loose items tumbled to the passenger side of the vehicle. Looking right ahead at the underside of the bridge and her great breasts underneath it, he heard a sickening crush as she let her perky boob flatten the tiny vehicles. Watching her right arm curling under the bridge as her huge palm pressed against the roadway, the danger snuck up on him. Sanctity suddenly began to grind her pussy lips over the close-by roadway, hearing wet scraping above on the concrete surface. He was very lucky to have not been crushed by the guardrail, as the pubic hair that entwined his trapped vehicle matted down against the doomed thoroughfare. Missed by mere feet, the man was still close enough to be splashed by her pungent cum as the giant woman got intimate, and this would just be a taste of what she had in store next for the span he could not see. Frighteningly, he could hear the horns, skidding tires and screams of those trapped, but it would not be long before the victims were revealed to him. After a few minutes of the colossal vagina smearing the bridge, the trapped middle aged man heard some cracking by Sanctity’s arm as he began to feel his SUV shifting. Another loud set of loud smashes rang through the interior of his upside down vehicle as loose items smashed about the headliner. To his right was the now upended, horizontal bridge, spires and supports sticking out uselessly as the giantess was more than capable of supporting the tipped over roadway with her beautiful body. The scraping and crunching metal on the other side of the bridge-way also signified that Sanctity easily held the other tiny vehicles as well. For a few seconds as they settled, he heard voices murmuring fearfully, engines revving and tires spinning without traction. The whispers became screams of terror, and began to move past. This was followed soon after by the sound of multiple car wrecks flying by. A large crack in the concrete roadway appeared, and soon he was tilting back into an up facing position as the beautiful ebony body rose.

All at once, her toned forearm launched the helpless bridge into a pile of rubble causing a massive wave in the river. Once it settled, only a few jagged spires of roadway were above the water surface. The other chunks of concrete and a few mangled vehicles and corpses were on the riverbed found weeks later. The vast majority of them were a horrific sight to watch, as Sanctity completed her sit up. Most were herded through the valley of cleavage above him and were spinning, rolling and congesting towards her pubic area below him. Headlights and taillights twirled down her taut tummy, a few even captured by her cut belly button. It would be a safe place to ride out what came next, but they would not survive in their shelter for long. As Sanctity’s torso became horizontal, the hood of the man’s battered Ford pointed skyward to a face who seemed to be lavishing in the attention her vaginal cavity was receiving. It was a bit frightening as cars and trucks fell past him, landing on the skin of the giantess. This proved fatal for anyone who did not land in the soft, wet seven story curtains of flesh. Firm thighs and even the hair surrounding the middle aged man turned vehicles into pancakes spurting oil, blood and flames, as a few incinerated too close for comfort. The pubic hair above him was a lifesaver this time as a small sedan was sent spinning over the edge of her belly button and was torn to pieces by the sharp hairs. The man was appalled at the sheer destruction the unaware, horny giantess could bring. Another black Jeep Grand Cherokee missed him altogether as he tracked it from her scalp down the full quarter mile to her right thigh. The instant the rear end of the SUV hit, It crumpled into a pathetic coin before it was immolated in the fluids squeezed out by the fall. Sanctity never even flinched her legs, as her mind was on hundreds of sensations in her intended destination. He was pleasantly surprised by the smoldering car pieces not catching the hairs around him on fire, one of the few benefits of her humid arousal soaking everything. A few tiny vehicles from the bridge did join him, but most too far to see if they were occupied, abandoned or simply crumpled into a ball of dead metal. Looking through his shattered rear window, he could see her building sized labia greedily covered in many screaming people and dozens of frantically signaling vehicles. The huge fingers simply let her lower lips shut on their victims as the venus fly trap of a cunt consumed all. Cries of terror, car alarms and motors were replaced by crunching metal and slurping lust. A soft moan from above was followed by tree trunk sized fingers stirring up the melee within her wild sex. The moisture content around him would peak within minutes as Sanctity got to work.

Just when she was pondering getting out, finding a pathway to minimize casualties and maybe, just maybe, end her raid on humanity, Sanctity once again felt she had to defend herself. In her mind she could tell her anger quickly sowed arousal as she wanted to teach them fear and punish those who cheered the military actions against her. I mean, sure, she had just used hundreds of people and vehicles to masturbate, but between the tanks and helicopters, it pulled on her defensive nature. Lifting her torso out of the cool river waters, Sanctity looked downstream at the pathetic gray boats. They looked to be little longer than her feet and slow compared to how she could glide across the land. So it was a fight they wanted? She had time to play first as they crept along. Sanctity would show them what she thought of the puny human insects as she let her beautiful black body do the talking. Now that they had her attention, she threw her sanctimonious side out the window in a fit of hormonal rage. Watching the debris from her encounter with the first section of the bridge floating downstream towards the approaching ships, Sanctity decided to make quick work of the rest of the span adding more victims. This time she crossed all the way over to the other edge of the span, crawling by a full mile of trapped citizens. Right near the edge of land, Sanctity stood to her full height, her back and booty facing Washington state as she decided to walk the tightrope. Her cute feet were just as wide as the crowded nine lane span, and were easily nimble enough for the task. The first step ended the escape route of all remaining people on the exposed bridge-way who may have lingered too long watching the bathing beauty. Thousands were instantly trapped other than the 500 who along with over 150 cars, trucks and buses were driven deep into the riverbed by her naked sole. Such concentrated destruction drove Sanctity wild, and she gladly repeated this heel to toe for several steps before she realized she would soon run out of bridge. With only a three quarter mile drag strip left, the ships had rounded the corner and she could clearly see all twelve of them now having only fired the one warning shot. Dropping to her hands and knees, she once more got down and dirty with the helpless survivors. Lining her breast up with the edge of her last footstep, she proceeded to let her globular fleshy tit smear the tiny traffic and screaming people into another gooey mess. The bridge itself could not even support her weight as he dragged it along, as concrete support beams crumbled and would have failed Sanctity had it been her bra. The draw of those high powered navy vessels grew overpowering, as she gazed down at the last survivors on a sliver of bridge remaining, lifting the puny 200ft span out of the river and to her beaming face. She proudly walked right up to the navy vessels to say hi, knowing her hostages would buy her some time before they opened fire, but these were not really her captives. Standing at her full height and opening her mouth wide, she tipped the tiny bridge portion into her wide open mouth, chewing the contents loudly before looking down at the alarmed ships while rubbing her taut tummy. They did know this meant war, as the full firepower of the vessels was lobbed at the amused giantess before she put her best foot forwards. Although it was slightly shorter than the marine vessel beneath it, Sanctity’s foot was wider and had a lot more weight behind it. She brought her foot down with a fury yet seen, flattening the boat in an instant as every gun went off at once. From small arms to the mighty swiveling turrets, nothing seemed to affect her as she stood over them in an imposing, if not frustrated manner. Sanctity was surprised herself how little effect they were having but decided to vent,

“You fleas just couldn’t let me finish my bath, could you? Well, your life jackets won’t save you from where you are going now. Just when I was thinking about taking pity on you, here you are again just begging me to react in kind, so here it is, get ready to serve your goddess wants and needs!”

Swiftly, she brought her gleaming ebony ass down three of the eleven remaining warships, burying them and their firepower into the riverbed. They crumpled nicely under her sweet cheeks, as her labia were just at water level. The ships lost their formation as the confused fleet continued to fire and tried to scatter, but with her long, slender torso rising high about the river, Sanctity easily had them all at arm’s reach. Plunging her palm under the hull of one puny boat, she lifted it towards her face and prepared to swab the deck. Nothing onboard could withstand the mighty six story pink mass, as dozens of sailors, turrets and the bridge would be imprisoned in her mouth. Deciding she wanted a cleansed palate for the next one, she simply closed her fist around the remains of the boat making sure to wriggle her fingers until it was an unrecognizable ball of steel. Sanctity joked to herself that this was the second time she had swallowed seamen today, though these were notably more tasty. Letting the crumpled steel ball drop into the cold river waters to its watery tomb, Sanctity lifted the next boat from the churning water and brought it to her face once more. Flashing her bright white, devilish, ravishing smile, instead of letting her tongue emerge, she decided to bear her teeth in a predatory manner. Lifting the helpless navy ship into her waiting maw, she bit down on the thick hull, easily bending the metal like it was made of Play-Doh. Shaking it violently back and forth like the misunderstood street dogs she would see in her home city in Liberia, Sanctity watched as tiny specks of anything not tied down were flung off the deck in all directions. Pausing, she let out a guttural growl, lifted her chin up, then threw the stricken battleship at her nude thighs. It landed with a crash, smacking her firm legs, splitting the metal hull, surely killing any little sailors who thought it would be a good idea to attack her. For good measure, she separated her sizable smooth legs, letting the severely damaged vessel splash between them, before bringing them together, smashing the thick armor into a flat gray mess. She then let this sink to the bottom of the river before Sanctity began to shift her body to her hands and knees again. Half of the naval fleet had already been sunk, and the rest of the overmatched ships trying and failing to make a hasty retreat allowed Sanctity to continue her game, but knew the endgame would now likely involve those tantalizing gleaming buildings a few miles away in downtown Portland.

After watching a hit on their monitors, it took another couple river bends before the target became visible from the superstructure of the navy ships. Her radar signature was not pleasant, and the visual of the scowling giantess did not bode well for them. The commanders decided not to fire until she was closer, so as to concentrate as much firepower at what they hoped would be her vulnerable areas. The tiny sailors worried there would be none, as the giant ebony woman suddenly began to move about the waterway. They were told to man their battle stations and prepare for anything as the horn sounded. Nothing could prepare them as the giantess plopped down a few nautical miles away and began to bathe. There were countless smudges and dots being cleared off her smooth skin. Looking through his binoculars on the bridge, one commander watched as Sanctity’s fingers lumbered down near her labia, beginning to dig and splash. Her huge fingers retrieved sizable blobs of opaque love juice from the black abyss of her six story fleshy curtains. Focusing on the finer details he was shocked when he saw what the dark specks were, clearly a set of tractor trailer wheels sticking out of a large concentration bent at an angle. As the white goo moved downriver, the gleaming clean young woman stood to her full height. Sanctity truly towered over the pacific northwest landscape. The fleet did its best in the river to assume battle positions, but with a few minutes left until they reached the beauty, she finished what she had started. For a second, they thought the buxom giantess was walking into the next state, but instead made a beeline for the portion of the bridge she hadn't hugged and humped. Her feet looked to be proportional for a five foot woman, but buried the entire roadway with a sickening crunch at her current height. What was more haunting was as she walked, the giant woman was staring menacingly right at the ships. Just as Sanctity held their attention, a loud clunk against the hull snapped those onboard back from the unfriendly skies to the dark river water around them. All sorts of unnatural flotsam was colliding with the hull of the ship. The countless huge white blobs were bigger than yachts, a couple true log jams resulted in a small barge or ferry. Like a real ferry, a few of these held multiple vehicles, but most were unrecognizable. Sanctity’s powerful cunt muscles hid the identity of these round grayish blobs, but the occasional wheel or emblem gave them away. A few got close enough to the bow before the ship sliced through them that redded shreds of clothing showed off the giant woman's ferocity. Hitting the remains of multiple tractor trailers, buses and cars was slowing down progress. Some even wondered if they should make contact with these giant buoyant globs of vaginal juice to look for survivors but none would be found by these bludgeoned wayward wanderers. Through the grotesque minefield, the giantess was distant but towered over them, watching their pathetic progress as she finished off the bridge.

She started to crawl, letting her ample breasts point towards the river. She dwarfed the roadway, and quickly dropped her right tit with a metal wrenching sound that could be heard by the boats. Taking her rack for a concrete crumbling roll, Sanctity swung her perky cleavage back and forth blasting huge, obliterated chunks of the interstate splashing into the river. The shocked sailors on board the gunships watched in horror as a young ebony woman lifted the last remaining chunk of the bridge with ease. She brought it over like a prized possession smiling down upon them. They had trouble describing her massive scale over panicked radio transmissions as in no time she towered into the skies above them. Right when the river-wave hit them, Sanctity tipped the crowded concrete span into the void of her mouth. 2,000 feet down on the water the armada heard her noisily chewing when commanders realized this was not meant to be a hostage situation. They opened fire but this only encouraged the beautiful student to open herself up to a nice dinner and a show. A sole that could cover a football field was lifted above their heads as murky water cascaded of twinkling toes. Climbing aboard the navy vessel, those on the remaining eleven were stunned and nearly capsized. When the waves settled the heavy warship had simply vanished, replaced by the toenails rising another the water connected to a foot that was barely smaller than their entire ships. Swinging turrets around, the remaining boats fired upon her shins, knees, and even lower thighs, but her angle made it difficult to even touch her torso. One cruise missile did manage to nick her breasts, but thick black skin deflected this harmlessly into the water. All this firepower and the only reaction was her booming feminine voice mocking them before she took a seat. Sanctity’s ass though proportional for a petite young woman her size darkened the sky over the doomed ships. Her cute black ass shoved three battleships into Davy Jones locker, crushing all on board before they could so much as exhale. A much bigger wave nearly sent the ships aground as the remaining eight boats worth of battered ensigns regained their bearings. Her shapely torso towered over them, toned arms with them all easily in reach. Sanctity’s big brown eyes looked like those of a kid in a candy store, and little did the tiny ships know many of them would be the sweets.

Every second for those who survived onboard the commuter train Sanctity wore as a necklace was spent in complete awe at the young woman’s actions. Her gratuitous disregard for human life was sickening as were the sights, sounds and smells of her salacious behavior. Having just touched down on the roadway, the trapped passengers bore witness to the giantess using her rack to demolish rows of traffic. This would be the closest to the ground that they would be for several hours, except for those who were unlucky enough to plummet there from any broken windows of the train cars as Sanctity plodded along. The giantess was becoming quite aroused, as the tiny people were drenched in her aroma along with the pungent sweat streaming from her body as she had started to drag her nether regions along the interstate. From their lofty perspective, stranded commuters could tell by the crunching metal that the hundreds of vehicles were no match for her mighty pussy. Finding a particular spot that scratched her itch, their horny host dragged her cunt back and forth, smacking the train cars off her wet, sticky skin as she approached her orgasm. The rapidly beating gigantic heart behind them and her feminine moans above finally finished off the remains of the roadway in a small spurt of fluids. Even from a thousand feet above the carnage, hearing her peeling her pussy off the ruined highway was still enough to make most wretch, as their new goddess started her seductive crawl once more. Dangling from the neck of the mighty she beast, they swayed along as her hands and knees wrought jarring impacts on the city below. She seemed to be crawling along the highway as micro people tried to hang on to the slippery rails while already doused in her humid, feminine moisture. Looking beyond the cracked windows on the right side of the crippled locomotive, the Columbia river along with a wide concrete bridge was shakily approaching. To their left directly below the jiggly mounds of her beautiful breasts, the scale of destruction was unimaginable as whole streets were ravished by her upturned palms and smooth legs. As she took to the waters, the giantess’s big brown eyes seemed to look right at them, as she addressed them in her booming voice. Sanctity was up to some mischief, and tiny headlights on the darkened bridge below were sure to be on the receiving end. The wide river couldn’t seem to get much of the giant African woman wet, as her body straddled a third of the concrete span. The commuters view was much more in depth as the huge young woman suddenly tumbled to her side, having many thinking she was simply laying down on the structure and would drown them and the traffic while simultaneously flattening them with ease, but her wicked mind had something much more devious in mind.

With a great splash below them, Sanctity now layed on her side, causing a mini catastrophe onboard the battered double decker commuter train. Being strung around her neck, the passenger cars were tilted vertical, and the humid moisture made gripping on any metal surface inside nearly impossible. Some seated suddenly found themselves up to five stories from the end of the car facing straight up and hoping the giant woman’s jostling would not send them down a painful or fatal tumble through the metal tube. Others weren’t as lucky as many were piled into writhing masses at the bottom of the rail cars, some lives even ended as their skulls were cracked by the bars or necks snapped by a chair on the way down. Falling backpacks, laptops and bicycles were deadly as well, as the moans of the injured made the situation all the more desperate. The giantess was not finished with her games as her chin above them unleashed a slithering tongue, scraping up and devouring the tiny traffic as the train passengers watched helplessly. A doomed lump passing by her delicate throat saddened many, but their attention was grabbed next by her multi-ton boob which was dropped onto the roadway. The sound of crunching metal as well as the nearby screams of those who were simply crushed as Sanctity swept her breast forward along the interstate. The giant woman’s motion caused the suspended train cars to sway back and forth, in unison with the grinding metal flattened by tons of titflesh. This action was begat by another one the ebony goddess seemed to relish more and more, which was that of feeling the woefully inadequate cars and trucks popping against her insatiable pussy. This continued on for what seemed like an eternity to the suspended train riders but in reality lasted for only a few minutes before her long arm snaked under the bridge, signifying something was afoot. Sounding like nearby gunshots, Sanctity began to lay in the river on her back, taking a huge section of the bridge with her. While the people of the train were relieved to no longer be stacked vertically, there was the matter of the heavy concrete bridge itself heading straight towards one of the unlucky passenger cars. As people and vehicles from the bridge tumbled all around them, the double decker train cars settled and rested on Sanctity’s smooth ebony skin around her neck and clavicle. This fortunate placement meant the bridge span itself resting on the giant woman’s body passed harmlessly above them, as the train passengers now had a choice to make as their horny host rested on her back in the Columbia river. Many of them stuck in the humid, crumpled train necklace were too gravely wounded to be able to venture an escape, as those who were still able bodied did not have an easy task to try to climb out onto the giant woman should they so choose. As Sanctity continued her sensual play, the flea sized people would only lose either way they went, as her dark skin supported the bridge and she moved her hands further down her beautiful body towards her love tunnel.

A few last straggling vehicles tumbled down the bloody oil slick between the almost ninety degree angle of the giant woman’s chest. Gone was the bridge which they had been collected from, pushed away into a crumpled heap by the horny goddess. Her huge right hand was purposefully creating a chasm with wet walls that was grabbing dozens of men and automobiles at a time. This was her intended target, and while not all survived the journey down, most would be mulched as fertilizer to grow the arousal of the horny young woman. As more traffic reached her vaginal tunnel, some tiny people screamed in vain as their rides were pushed deeper within the giantess’s folds from those landing above. It was a dark, humid world down there, well past the 98.6 as Sanctity worked to a frenzy. A few stragglers got caught up in her pubic hairs, but even these were a danger. The coiled tufts of follicles sliced and asphyxiated anyone who landed in the tangles. These were so sharp that even sheet metal on many vehicles was ripped as small cars and trucks could be crumpled and torn to pieces by falling into the hairy jungle. As Sanctity sat up further, tiny cars, trucks and injured bodies picked up speed as they fell from ever greater heights towards Sanctity’s lap. The hard surface of her firm thighs was a death sentence from hundreds of feet as even the sturdiest of machines crumpled or exploded on impact. Only a few would survive the fall to the next phase as her belly button actually captured a small CUV along with a sports car, though her motions would doom several other unlucky riders caught on the shelf of her breasts. Others were piled up in writhing masses facing the sun, but suddenly it went dark. Sanctity instinctively rocked her hips forwards on the riverbed, leaving her palm in place as it swept through the masses of metal and gore. Fingers that rivaled an office building’s facade swept through the ranks dragging crinkling metal and agonized victims towards her steamy pussy. The mass was smeared against her engorged vulva as the giantess cruelly turned out the lights by removing all her fingers. The last thing hundreds of people saw of the outside world was Sanctity’s big brown eyes, pupils dilating wildly to try to see what looked like colorful sprinkles on her cunt. Sitting there a moment, the giantess used her sense of touch as acres of skin grabbed and isolated the pathetic bridge traffic, as some people were crushed outright and even car roofs caved in by the force of the inner muscles. The giantess not only felt their struggles and demises, it stirred her on to send more little tenses through her vaginal canal. Minutes were spent in this dark prison, every quiver the horny woman had translated to broken windows spraying glass onto mortified passengers with gallons of searing nectar following. The giantess did not make them wait much longer, as she started to stir her hot womanly volcano towards an eruption. While stuck in the darkness many people did not have the fortune of seeing their demise coming, the walls closed in all around them, as there were a half dozen plastered to Sanctity’s clit who could see the wave approaching.

Her fingers were simply huge, and near the bottom of them they swept a roiling wall of motor vehicles that was six car lengths in places. That was until these began to be plastered to her wet, peeled labia. The dark steaming skin started slurping up the metal prey, but still after they were pulled up her vertical cunt there were still a few remaining machines to meet those on her sensitive organ. One person in a completely mired SUV slammed through the gears, the lights and horn hoping to even scare the towering digits off, but only served to further stimulate his host’s house sized clit, as a tree trunk of an index finger folded his vehicle on her rubbery skin like so many others silencing it for good. Working her fingers back down her soggy pussy, Sanctity began to shove countless trucks and vans into her moist folds. Many who had been mired near the surface of her vagina were plunged deep within her expansive womanhood and torn to shreds upon impact. Other commuters and passengers in ride shares and buses had gallons of hot cum pouring into their shrinking steel cages. Some were suspended upside down in their vehicles and drowned early on, while others were tortured in the steamy, pungent hell hole before a merciful fingertip turned them and their cars into a dollop of oozing debris. Riding her fingers, she did not even notice as the tiny riders on her breasts fell off their fleshy perches, and were sucked under the churning river waters along with their tiny autos. The sloshing fingers blasting caused concussive waves to ripple past internal survivors as the rhythmic booms of the horny giant woman’s heartbeat increased in tempo. A soft, feminine moan was the last warning they got as a mild orgasm for Sanctity was a gushing flood followed by her grasping vaginal walls reducing all the remaining cars and trucks into metal pebbles. Much of this debris was squeezed into the water, as she lazily moved on for her post orgasmic bath. This also dislodged several dozen several more sweaty cars that were in her belly button, sending the few survivors to a murky grave. As Sanctity cleaned off as much of the carnage as she could, she pulled more globs of her pumice and magma generated by her horny escapades and released the mess into the river. Many of these were floating blobs copious amounts of cum, twisted metal and corpses floated for miles, days and even weeks. Some would reach the open ocean where the currents would deposit them all over the west coast from Alaska down to the Baja Peninsula. There were even reports months later out to sea of some ghastly ghost ships floating past vessels carrying car fenders and chilling bones. A few were confirmed to have made it to Asia, as one famous example was an Oregon driver’s license washing up in Russia, but by the time it was found it was a changed world. The large headlines printed in all languages were talking about not only Sanctity and her atrocities but the next big things as well.

The mood was tense in the oval office, as there were multiple monitors set up to view the progress of the two plots revolving around stopping the giant woman terrorizing the pacific northwest. Like a trio of workstations, each area has it’s own staff and task. On the left, the slowly evolving plan to bring Jeremy in a blimp to try a psychological approach. On the right, the naval fleet was nearing the target after being diverted from a training exercise. In the center was the young ebony giantess herself, and her nautical nonsense. As most eyes were on the black giantess while she figured herself using hundreds of citizens as sex toys from a variety of angles from shore or news helicopters. She certainly wasn't bashful, as her luminous brown eyes stared down at the masses gathered on shore whilst she bit her lip. The helpless feeling of those in power was only magnified when several news vans zoomed in on her great ebony fingers at work. At first in what could have been any porn video turned much more savage when in the globs of cum on her fingers and soggy pussy lips were the outlines of mangled cars and trucks, dripping down into the murky waters along with copious amounts of cum. The giant woman’s eyelids fluttered as she had a mild orgasm gasping in air as those watching around the world also forgot to breathe at this point. The situation room snapped back to reality as she crawled over to a deeper point of the river, sparing the rest of the crowded bridge for the moment showing off her wet, gleaming ass for the cameras. As the black beauty began to bathe the president's attention returned to the left bank of monitors. It was then when an errant cruise missile was sent out by one of the twelve battleships slowly making their way upriver. At the time the giantess seemed to be peacefully entranced, but the explosion awoke the resting girl with dire consequences. Chatter over the naval communication channels increased as Sanctity rose from the waters gleaming and beaming. After looking around she walked to the end of the crowded bridge, causing most members of the cabinet to cringe as her huge feet tight-roped the span into a watery grave. As she did this, naval commanders on board the ships were given the order to assume battle formation as the white house were forced into one more showdown with the horny menace. This one missile impact had cost immediate lives on the screen as the giant woman didn’t let the last section of the bridge go to waste. Lifting the concrete section of roadway to her face with ease, she brought it over to the naval vessels she was staring intently at. The only convenience of this in the situation room was that three banks of monitors became two. Sanctity unintentionally helped eliminate a third of them and the court martial was never to be enacted as the giantess was about to have the sailors all meet the new boss.

Her scale was on full display as she made the iron battleships look like bath toys barely longer than her proportionally normal feet. She tilted the concrete bridge remains into her wide-open mouth, not even bothering to chew on the tiny morsels as she glared down at the armada. This prompted the commander in chief to give the order to open fire but was not pleased with the results. At her close range the munitions couldn’t get much past her thighs, and soon she started to eliminate the fleet with ease. After swallowing the hapless motorists and rubbing her tight belly, the giantess simply stepped on one of the boats, flattening it on the bottom of the riverbed. The view on the boats nearly capsized when she brought her curved ass down covering three ships, scuttlebutting them. She was still unimaginably huge while sitting down, as her torso carrying her rounded breasts bracketed her face high above. Sanctity’s gently swaying arms could now reach any ship they desired to, looking like dark brown, toned skyscrapers moving independently. With weaponry on full display for the world to see, the utter ineffectiveness had not only some ships trying too late to escape, but world leaders going into uneasy phone calls and countries panicking. The battle, albeit one sided, could be heard for miles, like popcorn in a microwave the volume of explosions shrunk with time as the colonels were burned. As Jeremy and his older lab coach headed back towards the airport and bridge, they weren't surprised to learn it was gone as had been her general behavior on the day but were shocked when the explosions started to be heard through the thin skin of the basket cabin. Occurring in the direction they were heading in, they had made good progress back when an official finally had to sheepishly inform them that they were plan B and A got F’d so they would be getting a promotion. He also mentioned over the radio that his friend was now more angry, aroused and unpredictable as she was turning a fleet of hardened battleships into playthings. Jeremy and the professor exchanged angry looks at the field agents who honestly answered after shutting off the hot mikes that off the record, they did not know about this plan as no one signs up for a suicide mission. They pressed on towards the diminishing battle, as it wound down, Sanctity was getting wound up.

If only these fleas knew that every volley of gunfire and bomb exploding against her body was making her less rational, hornier and with their cohorts slowly digesting, Sanctity used this to begin to go after the remaining boats. This would almost be too easy as the goddess dropped to her hands and knees in the shallow water. She purposefully Buddhist palmed one of them deep into the silt. Wriggling her fingers against the stricken ship, it felt like she was kneading soft clay. She was astounded as her fingertips found and burst inner rooms in the battleship, as it was an intricate and tiny thing. They burst out in bubbles as anyone trapped down in the bowels of the boat were surely being drowned as she imagined. Served them right for attacking her Sanctity figured. Looking down at the remaining five battlecruisers, it dawned on her that her hands could use a rest after taking out a couple boats and fingering an entire bridge full of traffic into her horny pussy. She could feel two of the three heavy vessels stuck flattened to her ass and thighs as they gleamed in the sun. Lining up one pathetic cruiser trying to slowly chug away from her gargantuan body, Sanctity aimed her cleavage at the naval vessel. Making sure not to sink it she held her left boob up in her hand as she cuddled up against the cool, wet steel with her right. Instantly, Sanctity felt the tiny turrets bending and breaking in protest, as some bitty lifeboats burst against her skin. There were also tiny tingles that could have been munitions exploding while crushed or hopefully small arms fire, but she was simply too large to differentiate what if any they were. This world was becoming so pathetic she thought, as she let go of her tit-flesh and let her perky rack snugly grasp on. The boat had no chance to defend itself from what was coming, as Sanctity lifted herself from the water sitting upright on her heels. She held her left boob pressing the boat until it was vertical when she grabbed her other perky breast and slowly squeezed them together. Her warm, overwhelming dark skin was much more than the ship could handle, and it started to deform against her on both sides. She loved how it felt as it gave way, resistance only felt when it was already mostly flattened. Her cleavage was almost half as long as the ship and breasts themselves were taller, as Sanctity crushed the cruiser. So much so, she peeled the gooey flat portion up and folded the remains in on themselves with her hand. She then placed the untouched portions of the battleship back between her breasts and shoved them together again. The remains of the bow and stern were obliterated, as she caressed her breasts together shredding the remains. As the decommissioned ghost ship fell and crashed against her wet cunt, she decided that she would partake in the latest dance craze of 2018 and decided to floss.

With only four boats to choose from, the unlucky winner chose itself by firing off the rest of the missiles it possessed at her underboob. Sanctity decided to return fire by first snatching the tiny ship up from the calm river water and returning to her feet. Holding it with two hands she raised it between her thighs, marveling at how the entire vessel seemed to vanish between them. Bringing the doomed ship up to her snatch, Sanctity licked her lips in anticipation of what came next. Moving her hips, she brought her dance partner into position and felt it melt against her. It was wild, definitely more feedback that she expected as the superstructure and smashed into her labia first. The rest of the deck was dragged around her wet pussy lips, taint and ass as the entire vessel started to bend and conform to her shape. Continuing her dance, she could feel the entire thing coming apart, as she felt deck after deck collapsing against her body. As satisfying as this was, the yielding metal was struggling to really stimulate her cunt. Mid dance she gazed longingly at the buildings in downtown Portland, as these might be the only thing in the region that would aid her ultimate pleasure. Sanctity realized it was useless to get any more pleasure from the flattened sliver of metal oozing with blood, oil and her own vaginal fluids. Looking down at their fleeing comrades she wanted to make quick work of the last three. Bending down the magnificent goddess picked up the remaining three ships with ease. Jeremy had introduced her recently to American football and the Seattle Seahawks legion of boom. Deciding to try out some of the moves he had shown her on her new toys, she dropped the ship in her left hand towards her foot. Doing a dropkick, the vessel exploded in a fireball of shrapnel, twisting metal husk twirling and trailing black smoke until it crashed into an industrial park further downstream. This caused a number of secondary explosions afterwards, as she prepared her right arm for the next toss. With this one she uncorked an imperfect spiral that traveled dozens of miles towards the horizon and unlike three years earlier would not be intercepted by Malcolm Butler. Instead, it landed in another fireball destroying countless buildings while she decided to unceremoniously toss the last battleship straight up. It went pretty high into the atmosphere, worrying commercial pilots as the no-fly zone already in effect paid dividends. The ship ignored these regulations and without oxygen masks it was hard for a few weightless seconds for the tiny sailors to breathe. Sanctity continued her game until she decided to go back to her Liberian tradition and do a header on the ailing ship. She could feel it crumple into a heap against her forehead and scalp, ending her game with a score of 12 to 0. Looking down at the tiny airport on shore she winked and blew them a kiss making them think she intended to visit them next. As several massive fires raged on another in her loins was becoming unbearable, and while the larger commercial planes had the right shapes, her experience with the ship proved these may be too flimsy for the fucking she wanted. Only feeling a little sad from the pollution, the whole ordeal had caused to the river ecosystem, she decided she might just catch a flight out of town in a few more hours. Sanctity first realized that she had a date with downtown and was freshened up enough to get very dirty. There would be the matter of getting there, and while she could follow the long, meandering river around there in several minutes, where would the fun in that be. Instead, she went as the giantess walked, in a straight line. Sanctity looked at the densely packed suburbs and highways laid out before her and smiled broadly.

The middle-aged man in his SUV trapped in the unaware giant woman’s pubic hairs may have had company around the dewy forest for the first time in a while, but he was unsure if they would have staying power and most had already been killed by the horny giantess. His flimsy metal shelter shook as hundreds of tiny vehicles like his were bashed and battered to bits in the pungent blast furnace driven by ferocious fingers. With the young African woman’s upturned palm hovering nearby, she finally came in a mild orgasm as he could even her sexual fluids bubbling from inside his ruined truck. A whitish fluid poured out of her pussy-lips with steam rising from it like a waterfall out of a tunnel. Upsettingly, the gooey chunks held massacred bits of machinery, sometimes entire colorful metal boulders where several former vehicles were fused together. As Sanctity removed her fingers below him from her vaginal void, they were covered in a viscous fluid with many bumps attached. Her post orgasmic bliss lasted for several minutes as she sat there, causing the man to almost pass out in the pungent heat rising off her steamy lower lips. While he was a mess and his upholstery dripped and hung soggily from the dented metal of his Ford, the giant woman was about to help him wash up a little in the worst car wash he would even have the misfortune of visiting. Leaving his upright position and the now very empty river behind, Sanctity returned to her hands and knees. Helplessly, the man also saw clinging vehicles and people plummet into the river from her beautiful body. Instead of heading for the rest of the bridge as he thought she would, the ebony giantess crawled past a river island to the deepest part of the waterway and cupped her hand in the water. The man felt pretty gross from all the steamy orgasmic juices that soaked him and his stranded SUV, but a sudden deluge of chilly river water slammed into the undercarriage. Luckily the thick pubic hairs prevented him from being jarred loose, but now he was truly soaked as Sanctity began to bathe herself. He heard her hand caressing and cleaning her smooth skin as she worked herself over, soon flipping his vehicle upside down on the matted hairs as she laid down on her back. Her huge fingers sailed past him again, though this time instead of pleasure the giant woman was simply cleaning her crowded folds. Preening her pussy, he watched her pull out globs of cum with mangled masses of squashed bridge traffic, all unceremoniously dumped into the river. Once the young giantess finished excavating her vaginal cavity, she just rested there on her back. Looking at her through his upside-down shattered windscreen, the middle-aged man noted she had a stoic look on her face and wished he knew what she was thinking. Whatever it was, a loud explosion on her arm grabbed both his and her attention. Stoicism abated, the giant expression changed to that of disdain, as her torso rose once more, as her perspective was higher than his own, and she looked around at several things before the giantess got on her feet. As his mangled truck assumed an upright position as well, the man could see downriver out his driver side window as several battleships approached. Instead of heading in that direction right away, the ebony giantess took her time first, walking over to the other end of the bridge.

Heavy footsteps shook a good amount of moisture off of him as the giant woman tight-roped across most of the remains of the bridge, but she spared one last sacrificial section as he watched her bend down to retrieve it. The man could see it was crowded with traffic and hopeless people, with the 150ft concrete span lifted to near his level in her palm. He saw the panic and despair that took hold of her hostages as she finally strolled downstream towards the naval cruisers which fired at her a few minutes before. The entire time her unbroken, horny, intimidating gaze was focused on the fleet of battleships which even from his quarter mile high vantage point were still very intimidating. Much larger vessels than the one he was supposed to be piloting earlier in the morning, instead of a rod and reel their weaponry was state of the art. Without a word exchanged, the ravenous giantess lifted the bridgeway of screaming people high above him to her mouth, and tipped them into her waiting gullet swallowing the lot. Rubbing her tight tummy and smiling widely, all hell broke loose below him as the ships opened fire on the giant woman. His fears about the huge guns pointed at the giantess he was trapped to proved unnecessary, as the firepower had trouble making it to her firm thighs. Returning fire, he felt his truck's frame rattle as Sanctity planted her foot on a doomed ship. Watching the bubbles rising from the depths around her toes were the last the battlecruiser would be heard of. As her cute ass plunged into the water crushing three more naval vessels, he was afraid he would be next but even sitting in the river caused nothing more than the bottom of her pussy lips lapping the water. Thinking he would be in the line of fire for the eight remaining ships, they instead focused on the huge torso of the woman who had them at arm's reach. Those toned brown skyscraper shaming limbs were in motion as she grabbed two more ships, one in each hand. Her booming voice mocked them as she licked her lips and what she lacked as a cunning linguist her tongue more than made up for as the man by her crotch watched from below. As the hull dripped water from the river it was far removed from, the pink squishy monster spilled over both sides of the deck, surely taking many dozens of victims into her digestive system as she swallowed. The marooned man watched as she simply balled up her hand into a fist, fingers running through thick naval armor like silly putty. It was no laughing matter for the boat in her left hand, as she bared her bright white teeth in a sadistic grin, before he heard the sound of metal being pierced by the building sized incisors. Sanctity rapidly shook the whole warship like a dog with a bone, even letting out a low, guttural growl as she did so. Unfortunately, he could see all manner of debris including some very doomed sailors being flung from the deck, as she lifted her chin up to finish the job. As she swung her head down, Sanctity opened her mouth flinging the mortally wounded battleship towards her firm thighs. The explosion was terrifying as he could feel the heat coming off the blast a few hundred feet away. The giantess simply separated her legs letting the smoking hulk of wreckage slip between them, before she slammed them together, flattening the mess. One more opening of her thighs finally let the whole vessel rest in pieces.

While many of the sailors would have been killed for such a vast target as the giant woman sat down next to them, most of the captains were trying a retreat much too late. Watching three of their fleet get flattened under the ass of the sitting giantess nearby was enough to make many stomachs turn. The biggest stomach of all though was several of their intended destinations, as turrets were turned towards the lofty tits and torso. The sailors on two ships suddenly found themselves at the center of a cage made up of five gigantic fleshy pillars. Leaving the choppy river waters behind them, they heard the engines droning in vain, massive propellers only catching air. A smile as long as a baseball diamond opened eight stories tall, as the ship was attacked by a fifty foot tongue. It made a sloppy touchdown on the bow, smothering a couple struggling sailors before it swept forward. The giant woman's appendage seemed unaffected by small arms fire and even one turret whose last shot sizzled as it exploded before she mowed over the structure seconds later crushing it into the ship. The commander on the bridge watched helplessly as he saw his men losing their lives and being swept along by the pink, bumpy monster. Pretty soon it was his turn, the superstructure had the windows implode in a shower of glass before all the electronics on board shorted as the entire tower tilted back at an angle. He held on to the instruments as her mouthy muscle swabbed the deck clean. Even a couple lifeboats were swept up in the fray as those who made it to relative safety below deck heard Sanctity’s tongue scrape past. Finally, when she made it to the stern she lifted her tongue back into her mouth as the humid darkness overtook dozens of injured ensigns. The light left for the last time, sealed by rows of house sized teeth, but the pooling of the young woman’s saliva washed everyone down her throat as Sanctity tilted her head back. Many sailors stuck to the walls of the giant woman’s throat in mucus but most were washed down into the pit of her stomach along with tons of debris for digestion. Those who survived the fall lit flares which burned dim if at all due to the lack of oxygen as her enzymes broke down their uniforms and skin. A few already deceased bobbed around, some in useless life preservers which could not perform their primary function along with dim bobbing headlights from the slowly sinking bridge traffic. Outside they could hear the futile, muffled blasts as in the belly of the beast, there was no escape other than eventually being digested. Some tried to grasp on the tiny cars and trucks that bobbed around but these were sinking quickly. The superstructure sank like a rock taking many lives with it, as one lone lifeboat was overcrowded with survivors trying to grasp the situation. In the darkness and despair of Sanctity’s stomach the only light was from pointless gun blasts as the acids dissolved the glues holding the tiny boat together. Desperately trying to bail out the stomach juices pouring into the vessel proved futile as the small sailors slipped beneath the waves. The last thing these doomed survivors heard was the giant woman’s booming heartbeat as their lungs filled with the stinging acids ending more lives as the giantess moved on. Those below deck were spared this cruel fate but Sanctity spared none as she balled up the battleship in her hand like it was made of putty. Those watching their doomed comrades on the river and in the palm of the giant woman’s hand, as her mischievous grin returned, baring those teeth once more. The giantess rapidly brought another ship up to her face, biting through thick armor with her canines and incisors. Three stories of lips above them held jaws that held the entire vessel in place, those exposed on deck holding onto railing for dear life over a thousand feet about the water. Quickly proving that she took no prisoners, Sanctity ensured no one would make it off this ship alive. It was a quick end as anyone onboard not popped against her intruding teeth was flung off the ship at hundreds of miles an hour or inside suffered an even crueler fate. The G-forces threw sailors against steel walls, controls and furniture, bashing everything to pieces.

It was a bloody mess but the survivors on the six remaining ships could only listen to the crunch the large battle cruiser made when it hit the ebony girl’s toned thighs. A small wave hit them at the same time she separated her legs only to bring them together, flattening the remains. Not giving them time to reload, her huge palm shot one into the river bed as she returned to a crawling position showing off the corpses of their sister ships stuck to her vast ass. It was hard to imagine how much weight it took to compress the huge vessels flat. Another boat was about to find out as those onboard witnessed twin depth charges sink into the river around the. With her cleavage closing in, all on board felt the jarring impact on their right before the dark brown curvy skin wall joined on the left. Sanctity’s breasts encompassed half of the entire boat as sailors made a mad dash towards daylight. It was too late for most as she squeezed the fleshy orbs together, ending hundreds of lives at the very heart of the ship. In the lower decks, loud metallic groans of flexing iron inwards, bolts and rivets blasted off walls, ricocheting. Some of these found flesh as they were like bullets, but the wounded sailors had scarce time to react. Using her free hand to fold the remains in on themselves, some were crushed like sardines between the flooding metal while the rest in interior cabins were inverted and then joined their flattened brethren. Those on the final four fleet of ships were treated to a dance those on the other boats knew, but the giant woman using one of their boats as a prop was mystifying. As the giantess lifted them up, the commander in the superstructure continued to sound alarms and bark out orders. His final decommissioning came seconds later when a corner store sized clit melted the metal around him like chocolate as more hot chocolate oozed over the deck with force in the form of Sanctity’s labia. All lives were lost as she ground hard against them; those on the lower decks could feel her omniscient presence. Her pheromone riddled lust permeated down through the cracks in the rapidly deforming metal, as her heavy labia caused the upper levels to fold in on themselves. In the bowels of the ship, the last lives were taken as the giantess literally flossed the now curved bow of the once proud naval craft across her drooling slit. The last three got off almost easy as Sanctity seemed to be in a sporting move. But the flights or mainly the drops onto her kicking foot, forehead and passable spiral ended in weightlessness followed by flattened metal and explosions. Generals on bases were stunned as were viewers all over the world, Sanctity had emerged unscathed and the entire fleet was a casualty with no survivors. Many were also killed on the ground, and those numbers were about to rise substantially.

Sanctity was coming down off the battle highs from her complete annihilation of the naval fleet, but sitting there she knew she had some decisions to make. If she did go up river, and try to slink off, they would only keep sending in waves of attacks. She was a little sad that she could not communicate with her intentions and did miss being small, but at the same time something inside her spurned on her inner woes with the harsh new reality. If these fleas wanted her dead, she would turn their blood lust against them into her own arousal. Looking around her, she began to plot out a new course, one that would let her ride on these feelings if not ride something else. First she looked down at a locally sourced Boeing 777 sitting on the tarmac behind her shoulder. It was so small, but might have some use. Still, even though it was painted in the United livery with it’s tiny blue and yellow fin, it reminded her of when she arrived years ago in the country. Leaving her home behind in the similar Air Canada jet was a harrowing but exciting opportunity, now the same plane a very tempting size. Rather than have another flimsy toy inserted as easy as it was to bend those ships made her think those taller buildings would be perfect for that task. But only how to get there. One last look at the airport made her wonder what people now thought about her, if she was a monster. She left her friends and family behind and did have many acquaintances here as well. But for all intents and purposes her mind kept floating a thought that almost felt like it was alien or being inserted, that the Sanctity they knew is dead and this new being rose from her ashes high into the sky. She was no longer just human, she was now better than human, and if the lesser beings were going to threaten her, then maybe she should give them reason to reconsider their actions. Standing back at her full height, Sanctity felt something stuck to her butt. Running her hand down her backside, she dislodged the flattened remains of a naval vessel there, their fall from glory adding insult to injury. Taking one last look at the river, the only thing she was really dismayed at was the amount of petroleum products she polluted the waterway with when she squeezed the life out of the fleet of ships before once again seeing the airport. Maybe she would catch a flight out of town later on, but first her gaze wandered back to the hazy skyline of downtown Portland.

At her size traversing the river would have been an easy enough task, but the damp conditions might extinguish the fires that burned brightest inside her from the latest attack. To teach the tinies a lesson in equal and opposite reactions, she decided another physics lesson was in order. Sanctity wanted to go in the quickest route from point A to point B, which was in a straight line. Unfortunately, there were some of the most densely populated portions of the state along this path, but she had abandoned her cares at this point. Some suburban renewal was in order, and she was more than happy to be able to bring it. Looking around the airport runways at the expansive industrial facilities leading into the city streets and interstate highways, Sanctity prepared to take her first step onto dry land since her self pleasuring, bath and play. Her glimmering dark brown skin looked amazing as millions of gallons of water cascaded from her nude form as she felt her barefoot crush a factory. Never much of a runner or gym rat in the past, she still did her best pantomime of a sprinter stretching her quads before she set off. Planting her feet square on the squishy ground, she bent into a stance letting her cleavage and helpless commuter train dangle down towards the rightfully fearful suburbs. She willfully ignored the many yachts she had just stepped over and exhaled slightly. Then, pretending to hear the starting shot in her mind, Sanctity sprung to her feet and took off in a dead sprint towards downtown Portland. She knew she could have gone faster relatively if she was at her normal height, as the wind resistance was a bit more substantial in the lower atmosphere where her head now resided, but still made it to a busy interstate highway quickly and followed it towards the taller buildings rising around her feet. She thought maybe the tiny people would appreciate her more scattered footfalls causing less damage to the neighborhoods she was passing by, but she was unaware of the ultimate devastation her size and speed brought. Each footstep she took caused an unprecedented seismic shock, even for that in the fault line riddled pacific northwest. Houses, businesses and streets exploded under her feet, but the shaking brought down many more for miles. The worst however, was why she felt the air holding her speed down was displaced behind her causing a wind to blow hundreds of miles an hour in her wake. This completely devastated the areas she thought she had passed as the only clue Sanctity got to the utter destruction behind her was the tiny grainy pieces of debris stuck to her soles being flung all about. It took barely a minute to cover the 5.5 miles from one river to the other, as she towered over the skyscrapers downtown. Slowly dipping her toes back into another shallow river, Sanctity looked back at her path expecting just her dainty footprints to show destruction but gasped when she saw that these were not the only impact zones. Billowing fires and rubble wafted all along where she had been, whole neighborhoods seemingly leveled. Sanctity at this point only reacted with a shrug of her shoulders, if only these bugs who were so keen to attack her had built stronger houses. She loved to play the big bad wolf, but the need for fulfillment in her loins and she was not done huffing and puffing yet. Looking at all the sudden commotion by her feet brought by her presence was unclear from this height, so she looked for somewhere to sit down. The perfect seat presented itself to her and hundreds of people on Fremont Bridge had little time to comprehend their fates as a perfect black ass as long as the span dropped from the sky while those on the lower deck wondered why the sudden darkness fell so early today.

All around the toppled commuter train turned necklace those who survived were mainly wounded, some mortally. For the first time in over an hour when an exit presented itself to them, not all the cars were upright on the giantess and for most wasn't as easy as stepping off the stairs onto a platform. Hundreds of acres of soft, curvy, warm ebony skin that could shift at a moment's notice to a sharp ninety-degree angle greeted the few passengers who made the tough choice. Still, dozens couldn't or wouldn't leave the relative safety of the battered train cars as nervous people from the highway bridge tried to extricate themselves from overturned vehicles. The gathering sound of metal crunching above started along with a woman shouting that Sanctity’s face was lifting, and her neck and shoulders were next. Those still on the train felt the cars start to tilt and topple as a lucky few rushed back onboard. The less fortunate tried to hold on to goosebumps but the true danger quickly arose. A foolish young couple sheltered behind an upside-down Sedona minivan when they heard slippery tires spinning. An F-250 Pickup that landed on its wheels was losing the battle with gravity when the laws of physics won. The young couple caught between the tumbling automobiles lost, as the fused mass of metal rolled past the rising train. Ears popped as the giantess’s neck gained elevation watching as the entire mass of metal shot off her perky breast. It seemed to fall in slow motion until it sank like a rock after a splashdown in the river far below. Most of the other vehicles and people kept tumbling towards Sanctity’s intended destination for them. Her huge finger peeled the ten story labia open, exposing some sticky internal flesh. Most train passengers who couldn't bear to watch, heard some squishy plunks and twisting metal. As the giant woman in her twenties pulled her fingers out, she closed her eyes in bliss momentarily. Those on the train thought they heard some muffled crunches, coinciding with slight facial twitches of a satiated goddess. A few correctly surmised her vaginal muscles were making their decision to stay put all the wiser for the time being, as her pussy crushed the tiny people to pulp and motor vehicles to wads of metal. Then tree trunks of sized fingers sent her over the edge. They could see the last moments of several flailing people in her goo, before they and their puny cars were smeared and spread deep inside the horny woman’s cunt as sticky fingers emerged empty. On the train the temperature rose rapidly, as the aluminum crinkled with the rising pulse of the ebony goddess. Huge beads of sweat rolled into broken windows, drenching many survivors in salty sweat. The harrowing experience only ceased when a few speckled blobs of cum emerged as the mild orgasm caused Sanctity to bathe herself in the river. This baptization brought a calming effect on the people, though she also splashed a lot of cold water on herself, getting a few passenger cars wet. Laying there for a spell, most nursed injuries or tried not to think of their survival chances when an explosion nearby on the giant woman’s arm rocked the locomotive.

The giant woman now seemed on a mission as rising to her full height again, they could feel the trembling steps as her dainty feet tight-roped the bridge into splashes in the water. They would cringe as her proportionally size 7 feet covered all eight lanes of the concrete span under each heel to toe step. Sanctity wouldn't even flinch each time her foot flattened around 150 vehicles with ease, surely ending hundreds of lives as paste on her soles. Having walked over a mile on the final span, only a small section remained as the commuters on the light rail necklace were suddenly tossed around as Sanctity bent down towards the crowded concrete island. With the greatest of ease, their giant hostess plucked the concrete span from the river. To the horror of those aboard the train, they could hear the screams of those commuters who were at the mercy of the giant woman’s whims. They could see from the lofty vantage point around Sanctity’s neck where the blast was fired from, and the giantess sauntered over to the source. Looking down at a dozen drab gray naval ships felt bizarre enough, but the giantess’s big brown eyes glared down at them too as she suddenly tipped the section of roadway at her mouth opening to the size of an eight-story building. While the people on the train could not see down this new tunnel, the metallic impacts coming from her soft palate went on for a few seconds. Splashes followed by a muffled gulp saw a small lump vanish on Sanctity’s wide neck behind the commuter train. The passengers had their hostess show them and the world where they wound up as the loud sound of her rubbing the skin of her taut tummy below. Seemingly enraged by this murderous act of snacking, loud explosions, orange flames and puffs of smoke emerged from the boats far below. Those on the train were worried at first as if the giant ebony woman was taken out at the knees, they had a long fall below. The lack of munitions clearing her gut showed that even some of the country's greatest firepower only made her angrier and aroused. The torture of having to watch the actions of the young giantess was a torrid affair when you are trapped in mortal danger of her proximity. Without asking permission, the train crew watched her climb aboard the battleships.

The middle-aged man in his SUV was mired in a sticky situation. Over the few hours since he left the shattering remains of his apartment parking garage and had his Ford tumble into the pubic hairs of the giantess, he had seen death on an unimaginable scale. The torture of the unaware giant girl’s actions made him wonder if those flattened, devoured or inserted into her body were the lucky ones for having the end come so quickly. At times it would have seemed that this would be favorable to the situation he was presented with. He witnessed a number of neighbors come and go, in various transportation equipment. A few even on foot but they perished the quickest when her body turned to go on the move. Unlike the tiny motor vehicles from the bridge, it seemed the train necklace far above him had been around the longest. Her thick hairs helped mitigate some of her more jarring motions, but every step or grind Sanctity took, some of the middle passenger cars wobbled like crazy. Her current bridgework and subsequent naval battle was yet another disparaging affair, one that seemed to risk his life. But again, the rope like black tufts of musky hair around him actually helped deflect the incoming bombardment. After she halved the number of heavy boats with her body, the last six tried to escape from her. He watched the motors loudly chugging in vain to outrace the firm arms of the giantess and ceased most of their firing, but Sanctity was unamused. Having finished her light snacks, the giantess returned him to his upright position, but sunk a battleship under her palm. In the blur of motion, the man in his SUV did not even see it go down, as five boats remained, but he would have a full view of the demise of her next victim. As his giant host got back on her hands and knees, he dangled from her rope like hairs as another naval ship was under Sanctity’s shadow of death. The valley of her cleavage hung ahead of his position as the giantess leaned her torso towards choppy waters. The huge steel vessel made a loud thunk as her dark brown hill sized breast impacted the right side causing the boat to list left. Sanctity held back her other boob momentarily, but the loud groan of protesting metal rattled his truck when she let it go. Leaning forward with her perky breasts, the enormous orbs held the battleship in place as he witnessed a horrific sight from his vehicle. Several hundred feet away he saw a few sailors firing weapons in vain at the fleshy attackers, but Sanctity had the upper hand and used it to press the meaty portion of the ship between the hill-sized mammaries. The gunfire stopped momentarily as the ebony giantess flattened the heart of their vessel with a sticking crunch.

Despondent over what to do, their fates were sealed by the aroused goddess as she stopped squeezing her tits long enough to reveal what happened to those who got between her impressive breasts. The carcass of the middle portion of the gray cruiser was a flattened mess of iron stuck to the young woman's rack. Picking up their small arms again, others hurled themselves overboard, hoping to somehow survive the fall from the ship. Even with life vests this was hopeless as the huge shins turned the calm river waters to foamy currents dragging them to a watery grave. The remaining sailors had no time to reload as the man in his truck heard the iron straining as Sanctity folded the remains of the ship in on itself, then let her boobs finish the job. His giant host had four ships left and easily snagged the next before the flattened remains of her last toy splashed into the water. His ears still ringing as the ebony goddess stood at her full height with her latest prize, he was astonished as she brought the huge warship towards his proximity. Even the guns on the deck dwarfed his full-size SUV, but with the giantess starting to gyrate her hips to an unheard rhythm had them all outmatched. The fisherman could hear the frightened shouts of the sailors as Sanctity brought the vessel towards her six-story cunt, as a few brave men fired fickly at her. The micro man struck in her pubic hairs needn’t worry as her wet labia touched down on the battleship near the back of the boat, and she dragged it and herself along with the deck. It was horrific hearing the mortal yells being cut short as she womanhandled such a heavy piece of machinery in her dance. Having completely gone across the deck from bow to stern, the helpless man watched her drag the ship back and forth against her wet labia. The vessel itself was steaming, slathered in her nectar as she continued her motions, as he could see the steel bending into a crescent shape below him. Finally, the young giantess ended her dance, letting the ruined ship hit the waves as her heated, pungent pussy bathed him in her fragrant aroma. The last three ships were a breeze, as she simply threw, kicked and headbutted them into oblivion. The battle was over almost as soon as it began, and the micro man in his trapped Ford was only somewhat happy to be on the side of the unaware victor. The spoils were now smoldering wreckage scattered about the river below as Sanctity stood there gazing around. He had no idea where she would be off to next but could only hope it would be a leisurely stroll somewhere less populated. Instead, he would have to endure a dead sprint through the heavily populated suburbs at speeds far beyond the design of his trapped vehicle before his giant host had her grand climax and later sealed his fate.

The tension between the cabinet members, five-star generals and naval brigadiers could be cut with a knife. They watched speechlessly as one by one; Sanctity took out the naval battleships with the ease of a child with bath toys. They were desperate for more information about this young Liberian national and why she was acting in this manner. Her social media, search histories and any data on her childhood across the Atlantic were being poured over. Still, she was a seemingly clean, decent student, an upstanding citizen with dual citizenship. There had been one or two harassments reported to the campus police, but nothing seemed to come of them, now she alone was responsible for the mass torture and murder of tens of thousands of innocent civilians. And in the oval office where this data was being disseminated, they had open mics right to the ships themselves until each was sharply cut off. Live video feeds showed how the black giantess was accomplishing this, the latest victims on the superstructure of the vessel colliding with a multistory tongue. It was hard to bear watching such a big piece of the military budget being snacked on by the young woman. Shaking the next boat between her teeth like a dog in heat, the questions about engaging her were already starting to fly. The president himself, always seeking the approval of his constituency, was livid, even though he himself hours earlier listened and demanded this option be exercised. Still, he would have one of those commanders who were quite red in the face call plan B aboard the Goodyear blimp. A microphone on one of the ships caught the bloodcurdling scream of a lieutenant being flung off at high velocity, before his speck-like form was splattered against the acres wet ebony thigh. The whole severely shaken battlecruiser was not far behind, landing in a puff of black smoke as the impact with her smooth but firm skin split the fuselage. The power the young woman showed upon opening her legs before snapping them shut on the hapless metal machine was dauntingly ruthless. The giantess silenced another vessel off the board in the war room, as her palm sank their battleship in one hit. This also brought one of the most shared images of the day to their screen, as she got onto her hands and knees once more her wet ass brought with it some treasures from the deep. Two of the flattened iron giants she had sat on now took on the shape of her perfect cans. Multiton war machines reduced to scrap metal clinging to an unaware giant woman, as she swooped in with her other exposed assets entrapping another ship. While the teams of hackers who cracked her smartphone were slightly disappointed for no nude pictures, the whole world had already bore witness to her rack and it’s destructive power, and the miniature sailors were feeling their wrath. Her fury at their scorning was a simple love tap to the right side of the battleship, causing the communiques from the water forwarding that their guns were knocked off track and severely damaged. A booming thud was confirmed on the screens once more as the titanic left tit was pressed on the other side of the battleship as some weird sounds were picked up on the frantic radios. Several frequencies could hear between the gunfire, shouting and creaking metal, another pounding. Like listening to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, a discernible heartbeat shook the speakers, and it was racing.

As the horny goddess lifted the boat from the water without using her hands, the thrumming pulse was almost all the people on beard could hear as the radio picked up a sudden metallic whine. Then they cut to static. Sanctity’s cleavage easily flattened the superstructure and heavy metal of the vessel into oozing wreckage. While digging into her past while she was found to be sexually active, the helpless world leaders saw her ingest a large volley of seaman that could not even be hinted at until they saw it with their own eyes. Standing back at her full incredible height, she brought with her another battleship bringing it in between her imposing thighs as she did the unthinkable. In the age of viral videos, a certain dance had recently plagued the world in the form of flossing, and the nude young woman set about it with a prop. Microphones of newscasters on the riverbanks a quarter mile below the action picked up the spurting, crunching sounds as the horny cunt was dragged violently across the deck. Bending metal and popping rivets echoed out as if the battleship itself was pleading for its life to no avail. Soon it was reduced to a crescent shaped hunk of metal dripping with diesel and vaginal fluids along with its fair share of blood. Some intrepid videographers zoomed in on the messy details as several picked out a twisted lifeboat stuck between her slick slit, as Sanctity was in the home stretch. Many noticed next that she was openly mocking the institution of American sports that is football, as she quickly dealt with the final three vessels. The worst one was watching one whole boat get tossed in an imperfect spiral causing heavy casualties to an area miles from where the battle took place. Almost as soon as it began it was over, one sided with a lone survivor being Sanctity herself. For years to come, many high-ranking officials would be questioned about their actions on this day with committees and subcommittees arguing, but the fact remained that a new era was dawning on humanity as a whole. Many were questioned, shamed and removed from office but few charged, as their successors had much more pressing challenges on their hands.

While the officials sheepishly watched their mighty vessels be casually destroyed, there was still the matter of eating crow and letting Jeremy and the blimp crew in on what had transpired. They did so after the battle had transpired, as those on the dirigible could hear the artillery shells being fired miles away. The FBI agents onboard were stunned as not even they knew about what the navy had planned as they sounded tense on their radios trying to confirm the heading back towards the river while the one-sided battle played out. All but the blimp pilot watched on their screens as Sanctity took on battleship after battleship in more devious manners while their progress back in her direction was agonizingly slow. The rigid airship puttered over the suburbs of Portland towards a melee, as the actions of the armed forces were relayed over the radio to those along for the ride. They had missed Sanctity turning a mass casualty event into a small snack and mild orgasm. The pilots were under direct orders to head right towards her current location though the older gentleman behind the rudder had seen some years with the armed forces himself in the seventies and knew better than to approach a battle in the airship. Even he could not have predicted the swift nature the young giantess took dispatching the war ships. Still, he held back on the throttle for a few crucial minutes, at which point a final explosion shook the hanging cabin. Moments later as they watched the acrid black smoke rising from a tremendous fire in an industrial block, they watched the ship sailing through the air on their devices that was the source of the conflagration. Sanctity had finished off the final vessels in spectacular fashion as the grizzled veteran pilot made his final approach. He was still minutes away when Jeremy noted the expression on his giant friend's face in the distance. All at once forlorn her grimace twisted into an aroused smirk. At this moment they thought she had seen them but was instead looking beyond their position towards downtown. Sanctity was becoming less predictable by the minute as the higher ups relayed the plans and approach path, but they were changed in an instant as the talking paused. It was clear why the titanic nude young woman was on shore and picking up steam. She was momentarily heading in their direction but wound up veering in the worst possible direction instead, towards the big buildings in the distance where they had just been. Her speed belied someone who was so incredibly nude, as with little effort at all looked so amazing and exaggerated in her jog. Her feet left the water and the puffs of smoke rose around very flattened rows of warehouses. Rising around her dark feet, Jeremy was alarmed as the wisps seemed to travel in her direction as Sanctity stepped from the devastation as a hint of what was to come.

Picking up momentum like the juggernaut she was had an effect on the ground, and there was an invisible danger emanating off her beautiful body. As the officials explained that she was now angrier, aroused and that their work was cut out for them, this cut into all those onboard of various backgrounds to the way they were being tossed to the lions. Only Jeremy knew he could possibly tame the lioness to join his side as he almost didn’t get the chance. Watching and seeing while following in her draft, the tiny airship would have to wait and see what the new rendezvous point would be, but the casualties were piling up faster than they realized at first. The faster she went through the densely packed neighborhoods, there seemed to be dust kicked up behind her. It was only when some of these tiny specks ignited in tumbling fireballs that those onboard the blimp knew what they were seeing. With a terrifying jolt, the dirigible pitched violently upwards and seemed to almost roll backwards as they changed direction. The invisible winds from Sanctity’s moving body tossed the airship around like a party balloon. Through sheer preservation, the pilot clung on the controls and after a heart stopping couple minutes wrestled the vessel under control. He was only a civilian pilot nowadays but made his anger known over the radio about their current reality riding the skies. As the giant ebony coed clambered downtown, they were once again minutes from where she stood, but would develop a deeper connection to the area. Those on the airship were shaken but seeing the wide damage path of the microburst her body in motion caused, they knew it could have been much worse.

While the navy was en route, the coast guard had to hold back, as first responders were gathering on shore as the highway leading up to the bridge was impossible to follow. The reason why was certainty turning any hopes of a rescue into a hard, deep-water recovery. And those would only be of those who were carried miles inside the giant woman’s body for pleasure or nourishment if not just a silhouette of their former lives stuck to her naked skin. It was hard to take in, though from the sounds of her wet lower lips enveloping and slurping down the roadway, Sanctity could be prepared to try. Triage stations were being set up on shore as hundreds of emergency workers from the surrounding area made their way down towards the waterway. The loud noises of the horny woman splashing on her back carrying close to half a mile of roadway with her was unsettling. The rush of water mercifully did not fully climb the hill, but it made getting rafts to the waterway harder for the time being. This caused minor flooding in some buildings and washed one red metro fire Chevy Suburban along with the boat and trailer into the churning waters. While not quite a reprieve on their efforts, they watched the giant woman sitting up, as a cavalcade of bridge traffic and commuters slid down her chest. Her shapely breasts jutted out like cliffs, and they even saw a few hapless cars ricochet off become compacted in a river splashdown. An imposing torso stretched a quarter mile into the sky, but most eyes were brought down near the water surface. Sanctity made sure her legs would be spread enough and purposely faced in their direction as she began to work her preening fingers into her moist abyss. The sight, sounds and even smells of this young black woman was appalling to most, but a few admit the power she had was a little arousing. Still, with every sloshing motion into her six-story cunt, they knew many lives were ending to sate the carnal pleasures of this being. They couldn’t fathom why with her near unlimited power she had chosen to act this way, but as she finished up, she seemed to calm down momentarily in post orgasmic bliss. As they prepared a plan to coordinate a rescue effort for the remaining mile of crowded bridgeway, the sudden boom of a missile exploding harmlessly on her wrist helped accomplish this in a ghoulish manner.

Her words too loud to understand were still implied in tone as the beauty bathed in the waters of the river. Baptized from sin, Sanctity simply layered them on again as she walked the mile of roadway under her unstoppable weight. Lifting the last bit of roadway up as a midday snack, she approached the naval fleet, canceling plans to land on lemon island in the Columbia River as there was simply not a single bit of bridge left to rescue. This nude giantess simply dominated the landscape, as the sure thing of the firepower was no match. As their rescue efforts would now stretch over a ship graveyard, the woman tossed one of the vessels into a populated area. The fire crews were already desperately busy as one of the biggest conflagrations the state had seen in an urban area was ignited. While climate change continued to affect record highs in the area over the years as the annoyed goddess realized, the acreage of this blaze is not as bad as a few burns in the years prior. Still, many dozens of multistory structures burning at once along with thousands of people in battles with time trapped in debris. Hospitals had trouble finding beds as some were damaged outright if not crushed by the horny giantess. Police were powerless to quell this one-woman riot, as trying to get citizens out of harm's way was their greatest task and was impossible in the face of someone who could move effortlessly at hundreds of miles an hour, and seemingly targeted the busiest arteries in her travels. As hard as all their jobs were, Sanctity left the water and stepped back onto dry land. While she was heading in the direction with the most intense human costs, her purposeful expression was that of someone scorned, horned and determined that she was going places. Unfortunately, it was not just her busy destination but the journey here that would take the most lives and dole the most devastating scenes to that point the world had seen.

It was still a surprise how fast she could move since she had grown. Miles passed by in only a few steps, what took hours before for her took seconds now. Sanctity was now presented with a busy downtown by her feet that struggled to make it past her imposing shins. The curious giantess fresh off her victory over the squashed armada decided this all needed a closer look. She had spent a few years exploring downtown Portland and experienced some good and bad. Unfortunately for the citizens of the city, her altered brain chemistry had exaggerated the bad while burying some of the good, thus passing her judgment down to her more savory regions. Never a fiend, Sanctity found herself insatiable on this extraordinary day, and she was unsure why. She thought back to the day before, and the experiment with Jeremy and several other girls. Things felt a little elevated last night when she went on the date with the guy spending the night at his apartment. Abnormally frisky even then, she still wouldn’t dream of snacking on thousands of people destroying everything around her in a defensive, lusty show of force. So many innocent lives, and she just couldn't be bothered. While she internally struggled with her actions momentarily, those bad memories were played as if on screens in her head, drumming up mixed feelings. Besides, the earth was becoming dangerously overpopulated, and the environment that she loved was being adversely affected by this. Still, even at her size she was unsure if she could put any real change into effect, and therefore was simply lashing out when they attacked her. She felt she would respond in kind to their greatest attempt yet, but the big guns on those ships had no physical effect on her. Sanctity scanned around for a suitable place to sit where she could further examine those who opposed her, and also see how these puny buildings measured up to her. Looking down, she spied many boats and barges on the river that posed no threat to her, but the double decker highway 405 bridge was too tantalizing a seat to pass up. Sanctity could tell the four-lane span was packed with traffic inching along, and she could only imagine what they were thinking as she lowered her perfect round ass towards the highway bridge.

Her keister was almost as wide as the Willamette River itself, as she felt the metal girders tilt and deform against her imposing rump. They kind of tickled her skin, but the real fun began as the tallest trucks touched her rear and started to shift and crunch under her unfathomable weight. Almost 600 ft of crowded roadway bristled against her firm skin as over a hundred tiny vehicles tried and failed to hold her weight. Sanctity soon felt the bursting metal bubbles flattening down as her mass pressed down on the top deck of the bridge. Her weight overwhelmed the thin structure and quickly crushed the four lower lanes, sandwiching layers of oozing metal and concrete. All told, over 250 tiny cars and trucks, many hundreds of people plus a majority of the bridge itself was sacrificed into a pancake beneath her sweet cheeks. Feeling hundreds of people and machines crumpling feebly beneath her body made her predictably wet. That and the river waters flowing around the channel she had inadvertently created. The rest of the traffic was either flung into a pile against her smooth, towering thighs or cast into the torrent below. Sitting on her forgotten throne, Sanctity scanned the area for some more self-gratification. Even sitting down, the view was not all that impressive from her quarter mile height. The tallest of buildings were only level with her flat upper tummy, as even her hill sized breasts jutted above the most rooftops. Squinting and sizing up the various buildings which at best were close in size to a modest milk carton would do her body good. A few tiny logos were hard to make out, but Sanctity would want to take on big energy if she could, but the structure's shapes would be the most realistic litmus test. Her mind raced with her tender actions of the previous several hours, and her loins begged for affirmative action, as tiny insect sized vehicles scurried around the enticing buildings. These would prove too tantalizing as a warmup as she decided on a trio of finger puppets from above to get her going. A darting city bus was mired in traffic, and she knew that big vibrating diesel motor could be put to better use than the fine particulates it was currently producing.

Those riding on the commuter rail were used to frequent stops, but today even though they were far separated from the rails had logged more miles than any day prior. This time the conductor was along for the ride, as a young giant woman had decided to make their heavy steel transport into a necklace to wear during her horny rampage. For the first time those onboard the train saw a side of Sanctity awoken by these battle ships, and it was not the side that they wanted to be on. Having swallowed the last remaining people and vehicles on the bridge, their giant host lifted her foot from the muddy waters, a cascade coming off her delicate foot far below sounding like a waterfall. The naval cruisers looked small compared to her magnificent body, and to drive this point home the tiny train riders gasped in unison as she brought her pedi down on one of the twelve boats. Under her tremendous weight it didn't stand a chance, as the ebony giantess next brought on a vertigo inducing descent. Sitting down, the tiny train riders were hard pressed to notice that three more boats had vanished under her shapely rear, as the greater concern was that they were closer to the line of fire. But of the eight remaining battleships, most had started a pathetic retreat, and turrets were aimed in all directions. One gray steel superstructure rose past them as they had the misfortune of seeing individual sailors in white trapped aboard the doomed vessel as they were about to do battle with an unstoppable tongue. The sound was atrocious as she wiped the deck clean, even the heavy gage iron was no match for her slimy pink beast and gnashing house sized teeth. Another lifeless glob vanishing in her throat was the last hint of anyone on deck, before her thick fingers crumpled the remains of the stricken vessel like tissue paper. Letting the oozing blob drop with a splash in the water below, as the giantess grabbed another naval cruiser.

On the train, they heard the giant woman's mouth hard at work again as she chomped and mercilessly shook the latest vessel. Their unfortunate vantage point witnessed sailors flung hundreds of miles an hour in all directions. Some even impacted her dark skin splattering on impact. These broken bodies stuck for a few seconds before plummeting, but not preceding the explosion below the passenger cars on the giant woman's firm thighs. With half the ships effortlessly dispatched, those on board the train necklace were suddenly flung as the giantess returned to her hands and knees. At the cost of the seventh, her palm splashed down in the water, as explosive decompression bubbled to the surface near her wrist. Their twisted metal prison hung slacked, as a pair of bouncing hills was on their right. While dry the ghosts of collisions past clung to her skin on an oil slick peppered with multi-color fenders and clothing in a trail towards a colossal cunt that seemed insatiable. A sudden drop and tremendous splash showed these getting wet and clasping another helpless battle cruiser. A loud creak and the giant woman's hand brought them together, flattening most of the battleship. In disdain, she folded the remains before congealing the rest. Letting this sink back into the waves, the train cars slapped against her neck again as the heat turned up. Rising off her nether regions was a pungent odor, and more was about to be brought to the surface. Heartbeat rising Sanctity snatched another vessel from the waves and brought it to her pussy as her hips showed some rhythm. Unfortunately, so followed her upper torso, windows shattering inwards against sweaty skin. A couple people who were standing too close were flung onto the sweaty ebony wall, adhering as the train was flung again. Upon the next impact they were smeared between her body and the crumpling aluminum shell. Below them her dance with the vessel was a sickening squishing, as it bent to her whims. For the remaining three battleships it was a breeze as her mind was already on the next expensive thrill. Crushing one in a spiraling kick as flaming debris caused chaos along with one clean throw, as the last couldn't even dent her forehead, as the last slimy metal remains fell the last half mile by her feet. These were about to not only show what they could do, but also propel them past bullet train speeds, and the windstorm would be followed by some fragrant rains that would deluge city streets.

After a few seconds of tingles from the settling ground under her bum covering the once bustling bidirectional bridge, the sensations faded as the cool river waters lapped the underside of her thighs. In between these smooth pillars of firm flesh the temperature rose inside the loins of a giantess still tufted from the belligerent bath toys. While she could feel the cool, yielding touches of tumbling traffic that had been traveling on the flattened bridge seconds earlier piling against the sides of her skinny ass, it was the scurrying insects around the warehouses and offices that had her wondering. They were so tiny, even her docile fingers were longer and wider than any vehicle on the streets. Sanctity also measured up the many buildings, while her beautiful ebony torso was more than head and shoulders above the skyline of downtown Portland. While no polluting diesel motor stood a chance at moving her, the bitty vibrations might move another needle and at least help improve the building climax that surely approached. She would lift the pinky on her right hand up to her brown eyes, before hovering over various heavy-duty vehicles beyond their sight lines. Scary shadows danced around the glass facades and crowded city streets while the giant woman made her first selection. A red box truck was flashy, but she was unsure if the flimsy looking cargo area could withstand her fingernail’s intrusion. Then she spied a reinforced steel cage that not only reminded her of some bad memories, but also something her pinky could likely grasp into. A few months prior, she had been harassed on a similar looking white city bus and had bemoaned the fact that even with such limited routes in 2018 that the mass transit vehicles had yet to electrify. It was time to finally send this bitty bus its final stop. From her sitting position, Sanctity lowered her left thumb and pointer finger to the sides of a white inchworm sized bus. A few pops under her fingernail were ignored as these teensy taxis weren’t worth her time, as was the crumbling facade of a bank her bowed thumb plowed into. She felt the sides of the tiny vehicle bend inwards slightly as it was stuck and laid her hundred-foot pinky down in front of the stricken vehicle. Not wanting to give her little mites time to get off the tiny transit vehicle, Sanctity plunged her finger forwards. Her dark skin was briefly illuminated by the headlights before she felt the impact. The metal bulged on all sides around her as she pressed in as near microscopic things were broken by her small digit, and she was afraid the tiny thing would burst. Crushing the first half of the vehicle, Sanctity was relieved that it held together as the engine was on the back half. While she was certain that many riders and the driver onboard had simply perished and were smeared between herself and the bus's exterior, that any passengers beyond this point now had no escape and would be in for a rough ride.

At first, Sanctity was afraid the tiny bus would accordion against her fingertip but was satisfied as her glossy fingernail sheared through the destination bar under the roof-line. The tiniest of sensations followed as steel seats along with the bodies of the driver and some passengers were smothered and liquefied between her tough skin and the bulging exterior of the vehicle. It felt like a tight, small gum wrapper. Lifting her hand slowly, she flexed her little finger puppet, geeking out a little that this was a full-size city bus. What's more, just along her fingerprint, she could swear she felt the tiny limbs of bus passengers being thrown against her. That or any loose items onboard. Either way, she knew there were no restraints for their upcoming bumpy ride, but first her pointer finger felt lonely. This finger was a bit more robust, and the weightless little bus was nearly splitting with just one segment of her pinky. There were a few tractor trailers on city streets near the warehouses, but the interstate highway also offered a few nice choices. For the moment Sanctity almost regretted sitting on the bridge, as she jokingly thought she must have sat on the perfect convoy nestled flat under her skinny, curved ass. Then, a distinct white, yellow and blue truck was mired in the traffic to her right and she hoped that this big rig would be the perfect finger toy. Leaning to right, Sanctity let her left thumb drop onto the interstate as she laughed at a couple of tiny cars having their front of half ends crushed and sticking straight up under the weight of her pointer finger, as another bug squashed under her thumb. Tucking the trapped pinky bus into her palm, Sanctity stuck out her left index fingers and pinched the sides of the United moving lines tractor trailer with her left digits. Expertly, she felt the rear door smash into the roof of the high-profile vehicle as she once again inserted another finger into a small toy. Against her sideways fingerprint she could feel more tiny things breaking against her, lots of boxes, furniture and appliances she imagined as she had a new destination in mind for this moving truck. She slowly stole the tiny 18-wheeler from the roadway as almost half her finger was inside the bulging trailer, and she wanted to be careful not to decouple the diesel truck just yet. It was snug but she was able to get the entire heavy-duty vehicle off the ground as she spied one more toy in the dock neighborhood and got greedy trying to see if her middle finger was up to the task. Pinching the red Maersk container as minuscule wisps of smoke rose from the smokestacks of the struck truck, this time her finger was too big, and the metal just peeled off on all sides. Disappointed with the last toy, Sanctity simply turned her finger over and plunged the last cab of the clearly occupied semi deep into the asphalt killing whoever was inside of it. Pulling her finger from the ground she continued flipping the bird to the whole city around her, before lowering her hand with its captives towards her glistening cunt and quickly making good on the threat.

Those who had usually taken public transportation noted the uptick in passengers as news of the nude ebony goddess rampaging in the suburbs spread. At first, the driver feared she was making a b-line for downtown but was less than relieved when she instead headed north to bathe in the Columbia River. He had run this route for years and never seen so many people this time of the week or year. On this otherwise normal if not balmy February day, many passengers were regulars, but several more nervous riders just wanted to get away. They all buried their noses in smartphones and tablets or that of their neighbors with etiquette out the window, watching the live feeds as the giant woman used her awesome body to take out whatever lay at her feet. They oohed and gasped as Sanctity devoured or crushed buildings or stores they frequented or blushed some hiding erections as she pleasured herself with objects that seemed minuscule in comparison. The roads were noticeably busy as traffic was snarled, and this only seemed to attract her attention. As an interstate highway bridge to their north was used as her scratching post, most were thankful to be on surface streets, especially as the naval ships engaged her. These should do the job some of the people assured themselves and those around them, as a few grizzled veterans talked about how they had been on board a number of similar vessels. All this bluster and glory sunk fast as Sanctity dispatched the megaton war machines with ease, causing those on board to shrug at her omnipotence. The next stop so many people got on the bus that it was full to capacity, all seats taken along with people standing, the driver counted 38 people on board. Making his way to the next stop, he felt a rhythmic shaking under the heavy-duty shock absorbers, and it was growing more frequent and jarring. A few passengers screamed that she had finished with the last boats and was heading downtown their way at an unfathomable speed for such a colossus. In a flash, she appeared above the roof-line as a pair of churning, smooth ebony thighs carried her overhead. People surrounding the fogged-up bus windows on the streets began to panic as those nearest the doors demanded them opened, but a red Dodge Journey blocked the exit, and the driver had no options but to wait it out. A huge tremor caused the entire vehicle to jump several inches off the ground causing any standing passengers to fall over along with many of the panicked pedestrians as windows on the buildings surrounding them shattered raining broken glass on the streets around them. Some loud splashing was heard from the river in the direction of a highway bridge that those nose deep in their screens soon saw had vanished under the skinny black ass of a looming giantess. What they could not see directly above them were the big brown eyes locking in on their vehicle as a shadow passing was the only warning that they would receive.

Suddenly, a twenty-foot-tall thumb viciously slammed down on the red CUV next to them squashing it flat as another longer dark digit did likewise to a cab next to them. The huge fingerprints pinched the sides of the bus, shattering glass inwards onto helpless passengers as the metal sides bowed in. The driver tried in vain to get the bus in gear and out of the impossible predicament, but pushing his foot on the throttle was the last action he would take in his life. A dark brown pinky that would overshadow most tree trunks was lowered menacingly in front of the mass transit vehicle, as the passengers stared out the windshield in awe. This quickly turned to panic as the huge digit plowed forward, slicing through the front of the bus. It was an unstoppable force as it gave no time for the stuffed passengers to move back as thick skin smushed the bus driver and crushed people into the seats against the expanding sides of the vehicle. The fortunate ones in the aisle were shoved towards the back of the bus, breaking limbs and slamming into fellow passengers until the mass of humanity was pressed between the back of the bus where the motor still droned on. Stuck against windows, warped over seats and beating frantically against the uncaring giantess, there was no escape for the 25 people squeezed together on the back half of the stricken bus. A sudden rush made them woozy as they were lifted from the city streets by the ebony goddess, and huge brown eyes briefly examined them before darting down to the other side of the river looking at the highway. The back wheels of the bus rubbed against her palm as she tucked her pinky in and stuck out her index finger towards another unseen vehicle. They would take little comfort in the fact that they would not be alone for long. The destination bar had snapped off and been crushed against between the roof of the bulging bus and Sanctity’s cuticle, but if it had read where they were going to end up, few if any would have gotten on board in the first place as they would soon pull into the final station.

While the president was fielding calls from world leaders discussing possible options, he was privately steaming mad. This was due in large part to some members of his cabinet and their own prejudices about the race of the giantess who was demolishing parts of the pacific northwest with her body. While many pundits in his party wanted to somehow lay blame on the previous political factions, namely his staple of blaming the former president , he wisely listened to sage wisdom from the previous political appointees that he could try the art of the deal if the blimp strategy worked well enough and still keep face. Blow after blow to the armed forces that he championed in helping him get elected made listening to hawkish advisors seem like less of an option. Two years until the next election he was having his moment on the world stage. More open to second opinions, it took half a mile of flesh wrapped in savory thick skin to finally sway his opinions and open his mind to other points of view as engaging her body was proving to be a fruitless endeavor. The tragedy was an opportunity for the current leadership to eat crow and after so much previous isolationist bluster and rhetoric, other countries around the world struck a conciliatory tone as the US could play the victim for the first time in over 200 years. Some of this was empathetic due to the staggering loss of life from this seemingly unstoppable being, but nobody outside a select few had any inkling how this young woman became so staggeringly gigantic. Therefore, they had to assume that if the US government found out, would they choose to weaponize this to suit their agenda, or were there already more people who would grow stemming from the first incident. Most world leaders had the comfort of thousands of miles between themselves and Sanctity. Still, international borders weren't as visible from half a mile in the air, and the speed she had moved through the neighborhood made it a truly small world for any giant person of her stature.

For now, it was treated as a natural disaster, but one with a soul, possibly an agenda. Therefore they could only hope their stockpiles of weapons could defend themselves, and just maybe try to reason with whatever enhanced individual were to pay their country a visit. As the enthusiastic giantess wiped their military power with her slimy sex and chucked a few more battleships like they were Subway sandwiches, the oval office had their statisticians swamped by her raw speed. Those huge feet returned to land with demonstrative, devastating effect, as even local doppler radar picked up her path. While the scope was not able to see her vast body directly, the outflow boundary from the debris blown by her moving rapidly was easily defined. The view from reconnaissance aircraft, and the later videos of the fragrant windstorm on the ground were awe inspiring. One dashcam in traffic from a city patrol car a quarter mile from the giant woman’s direct path. Seconds after a distant set of footfalls jarred the vehicle, the branches on nearby trees bent and swayed. Panic took hold of stumbling pedestrians as the breeze quickly built into gale as signs, tree limbs and ordinary citizens started being thrown about. A nearby transformer exploded in a white glow of flames as a traffic light crashed down in a shower of sparks. The wind continued to uproot trees onto parked cars as building fragments tumbled onto the roadway as several box trucks and work vans tipped over in frame. One last mighty gust before the feminine torrent died down rolled the camera-carrying police SUV, giving the horrified leaders an up close glimpse of a burgeoning disaster area that would be miles wide. Sheepish communications made it to the veteran blimp pilot about the reroute coupled with possible turbulence just in time, but he was nonetheless displeased. Those onboard the blimp were amazed at the devastation someone Sanctity’s mass had on such a wide swath below. Jeremy and his lab coach looked at black smoke rising from fires sparked by crumbling structures and tossed vehicles as they made their way towards the worst case scenario downtown.

It seemed like ages ago that the battered train passengers had their morning commute interrupted having their mode of transportation turned into a wobbly necklace by the uncaring giant girl. Acres of her dark brown slick skin formed a wall the entire train slapped against on each uneasy foot fall. The view on the other side was breathtaking to say the least, but the sight and sounds of the lethal impacts the young woman was having overshadowed the few soothing aspects of the ride. The sounds of death and destruction occasionally pierced by the tone of the giant woman’s voice vibrating from her building sized larynx were the soundtrack while the overwhelming aromas of sweat mixed with gunpowder and even many wafts of feminine lust drifted by. The power Sanctity so easily lorded over them was alluring and devastating at the same time, as the surviving commuters stared down beyond the ebony hill sized breasts as they bobbed and jiggled with the giantess motions. After she had finished destroying a dozen naval vessels with ease, a great disturbance was set to commence. The shock on the suspended commuter rail train cars when Sanctity stepped back onto dry land meant those who could held on to the bent grab bars as best they could, preparing for whatever whims the destructive goddess had in mind. This time however, each pounding impact on the urban grid below rapidly increased in intensity and succession as a stiff breeze became a gale. The giant woman was upping her pace to a moderate jog and while no one on the train would know the full impacts on the ground below, her wind resistance, broken windows and humid, sweat slicked metals meant it would wreak immediate impacts on their lives. Loose items whooshed about the train cars as booming footsteps carried the giantess at greater speed. The gale and jarring impacts on her sweaty, dark skin tossed the hapless passengers about snapping limbs and making some bloody messes. A number of truly terrified victims lost their grip and were sent screaming out windows as they plummeted to their deaths far below. This torture was thankfully short lived as Sanctity covered ground quickly, but as the dust settled they saw through bloodshot eyes where they wound up. The buildings downtown struggled to make it past her shins, as the giant woman stood tall over the river and dense urban layout. They knew her legs were straddling the river but she was about to give them a closer picture of the scene.

They dropped once more, as there was simply no getting used to the rapid elevation changes brought on when the young giantess moved her body, in this case to take a seat. Any hopes she was simply lowering her skinny ass into the calm river were quickly dashed as once more the sound of things breaking under her smooth skin rang out. Metallic crunches and pops as hundreds of vehicles along with the bridge carrying them stood no chance to hold the weight of Sanctity’s sitting body. On the train the tiny people were relieved the cataclysm of her movement had ceased for the time being. Many recognized the buildings surrounding the giant woman’s body, a few even could see their workplaces. The sharp cutoff between the piled highway traffic and the sides of her glutes towering over them reminded those of the cost in lives the simple act of sitting down had on their community. The horny giantess was not settled for long as her big brown eyes peered past the passengers as her pinky picked on poor puny people once more. Holding a tiny bus in place, they heard a sickening crunch and those with better vantage points could see spurts of blood pouring from the mass transit vehicle. The sides bulged outwards as Sanctity easily lifted the stranded transport after expertly inserting half her littlest finger into it. She swung her hand across the river taking the tiny bus with it going from urban streets to the crowded interstate highway where her pointer found a United Van lines tractor trailer. Pushing her pointer finger into this prize was less bloody but still hard to bear for those watching her latest actions onboard the train necklace. Swinging her hand back over towards an industrial neighborhood by the docks, she tried to put her middle finger into a shipping container loaded onto a truck. Her hand, while still the same feminine form from when she was 5 feet tall, was simply too large, as the tiny train passengers watching the metal peel as the disappointed ebony goddess simply crushed the tiny passenger cab of the stricken truck deep under the pavement. They watched as she continued to raise her middle finger to the city, with an angry and aroused expression, and brought her hand with its trinkets down towards her glistening vulva. Those watching above the action were about to be a little satisfied that they caught the train rather than the bus Sanctity had caught.

It started like any other normal February weekday, as dispatchers relived the graveyard shift and nothing remarkable seemed to be uttered over short band radios at fire stations and ambulance companies. Unbeknownst to them, a storm was brewing to the east of the city as the reports stirred everyone to action, as the ebony giantess laid waste to the landscape spreading disaster scenes as she went along. Spread thin between individual footprints, breast craters and ponds of unmentionable bodily fluids, the giant girl was taking a dip in the Columbia River giving the recovery efforts time to get on the same page. A command center on shore watched her masturbate with bridge traffic, distracting them from their own tasks at hand. Huge sticky fingers begat a look of euphoria in the big brown eyes of the beast as she stood up to go bathe further downriver. There were several boats available, though the prospects of saving anyone in the globs of nectar the giantess was pulling from herself were highly unlikely, as those on the remaining portions of the bridge were slowly directed towards personnel on the Washington side of the span. A sudden boom on the young woman’s wrist changed everything, as an armada of naval ships approached the giant woman. She did not seem irked as her post orgasmic bliss carried with it a stoic expression, but her actions said otherwise as the stampede from the remaining mile of roadway was cut off sharply. One unfortunate fire chief heading towards the part of the bridge Sanctity played too rough with when she was laying down earlier, driving along the shoulder in his Chevy Tahoe. Him and his SUV were buried under the giant woman’s pinky toe as she flattened the span while rescuers on the opposite shore looked on in disdain as Sanctity saved them a sliver of hope by lifting a chunk of the remaining bridgeway. This hope would be dashed as she arrived at the battle cruisers, as any recovery efforts would only be possible after hours of digestion inside the giant woman and surely would not be a job for the faint of heart.

The battle that took place was one sided, though for the first half while spectacular it only affected the river, but soon the giantess began to beach the ships to devastating effect. Mouths were agape watching the young woman bend steel to her whims, after using various parts of her magnificent body to sink 3/4s of the battleships before one found land. Handling the last three, the 911 board would light up red almost shorting out. The cause was the automatic fire alarms triggered by an explosion. A simple drop led to a kick few could fathom that the nude woman could power her slender leg through. A battleship hull instantly exploded from fuel and munitions twisted together sent flying into an industrial area. Black smoke poured from several leveled factories as many fire engines were mustered. Wildfire helicopters tried to scoop water from the river, but had to wait for the African mermaid to clear the area. Moments later, Sanctity sent a much more intact battleship flying for miles, as people on the ground watched the silhouette pass in the sky, drinks were dropped and awe turned to horror when it slammed into dozens of homes splintering them and starting a fiery explosion for several blocks around. Ladder companies and ambulances once more raced for the area. Upon arrival on the evolving crime scenes as the burning jumped house to house, as it had already been a drier than average winter to that point, meant even trying to make a fire-line and get a foothold seemed impossible. Some of the taller fire engines, police cars and ambulances would not make it as a storm was brewing as the giant woman left the confines of the river. Many of these stopped with lights strobing and sirens ringing, as they watched the beautiful young woman rumble onto land. Her towering body moved at a speed too incredible to process as her perky breasts jiggled, but the tremors built each step. Several unlucky first responders' last action was watching the blur of Sanctity's muddy sole as it obliterated them instantly, becoming one with the cracked boulders, shattered buildings, flattened metal discs and tattered pulverized bodies. Cracks radiating out from the cataclysmic footsteps swallowed parked cars and buildings, as many rescue workers thought they lucked out when the giant woman missed them. No sooner did she pass when a stiff breeze rapidly built into a gale. Loose papers and trash bins shifted in the building gusts, as the trees were barren this time of year, suddenly larger objects started to shift in the neighborhoods. It was too late to hunker down as the first responders were caught out in the warpath as Sanctity's shapely ass receded into the distance, the true terror of her mass had tragic consequences. In an American LaFrance fire engine, one crew was responding to a warehouse fire when the ebony giantess crested over the horizon headed in their direction. They watched stunned as traffic was having trouble heeding their horn and sirens. First, just her huge head topped with her natural short black hair were visible, then shoulders and jiggling breasts. As she got closer her height was intimidating as her skinny stomach and finally black, coiled pubic hairs trimmed above a slit that could swallow buildings revealed themselves. Craning their necks it was clear Sanctity wore a smirk on her face. Bracing themselves for the impacting soles, her feet missed them by hundreds of feet as she passed overhead. At first they thought to head to what surely were some very flattened houses in feminine footprints, the fire engine instead was about to be in the eye of the storm.

It is not like she didn't warn them, engaging her middle finger to the miniature masses. Lowering the same hand with her bus and truck finger puppets, Sanctity just hoped the diesel engines would add a little spice. She deftly brushed her two fingers against her clit, feeling the itty bitty rubber tires sliding against her sensitive skin. Sanctity knew she would have to be careful with her toys as they were quite fragile, so as to extract the most pleasure she could. Sitting there on the former highway bridge her skin tingled as her ass shifted on hundreds of flattened vehicles. Rounding the corner after driving over her clit for a minute, Sanctity plunged the tiny truck and bus into her vast feminine tunnel. Closing her eyes to focus in on feeling the trinkets being pushed by her fingers, she could barely make out the tiny details of the cool metal exteriors getting gripped on all sides by her wet vaginal walls. Once her two fingers shoved the vehicles all the way into the dark void of her cunt, she held them steady and held her breath for a moment. Her two fingers were inserted almost as far as they could go, and as she sat there, Sanctity thought she could feel tiny vibrations coming off the tips of each of them. Thinking these were the powerful engines struggling to escape her clutches made her wet as she used her idle middle finger to rub her clit a little. She was careful not to tense her inner muscles, lest she easily flatten her sex toys before they delivered. It was difficult to imagine what the scene was for the passengers on the puny bus but she tried anyway, and subconsciously began to rock in place. The horror that they must be going through along with the tractor trailer, made her decide to ride them out as gently as she could. By now, her pussy was like a blast furnace and the metal exteriors of her toys, while originally cool, were the same ambient temperature and under immense pressure. Continuing to masturbate in front of the entire city, Sanctity worked her fingers back and forth, probing her slick skin with the toys. The bus seemed to flex and bend while it was in one piece, as she thought it occasionally would leave a few specks behind. Whether these are exterior panels, wheels, metal seats or unfortunate passengers, any and all would be lost in the immensity of her horny cunt as she was just too powerful for the tiny vehicle.

The tiny 18 wheeler was also leaving bits behind in the damp horny hole as what she imagined were pieces of furniture or boxes from the trailer along with the flimsy smokestacks of the truck. The pointer finger riding truck however was a bit more flimsy, as the cab jackknifed and poked her in such interesting places on the way in, before falling in line with the trailer when pulled out. Getting a little more careless with her toys, the front part of the truck finally decoupled, leaving the trailer behind and the tiny trinket stuck somewhere in her vaginal cavity. Try as she might with less than perfect materials it wouldn’t quite get to what she called frothing, her big brown eyes took in the scope of her surroundings. So much variety to choose from around her, Sanctity would not dwell or sweat the imminent failures of her puny toys. Playing too rough, she felt a tiny pebble fall off the bus, shake and crumble. It was likely the engine, as the vibrator motor was lost. No longer needing the pinky toy, Sanctity ground it to paste by moving her finger roughly against inner skin. It disintegrated with a wet burst as her juices were flowing. The tiny moving truck wasn’t faring much better, as it too became detached from the little pulsing part, as the semi became detached from the trailer. Sanctity could barely feel it for a few more seconds lost deep within her pussy before the tiny trinket sputtered and died, probably drowned in her cum and lost as the trailer it had once pulled was peeling apart. Stirring away it was soon apparent to Sanctity that her itty bitty toys had given their all and the city would offer something more substantial to finish the job. Pulling her sticky fingers out from her wet cunt, she lifted them to her face to examine the remains. Only the sides of the tiny trailer remained, with chunks of the white panels missing showing windows to her dark brown finger within. The bus was even more pathetic, all the windows missing and tiny sides crumpled around her pinky. The back axle was all gone, forever lost in her horny womanhood as her fingernail was exposed once more. Done with the warmup session, she simply wiped her two fingers in the river as she scanned the buildings below her seated position when she spotted one a mile or so downriver that had the right shape that she was looking for. Her date downtown was about to conclude with her getting lucky, unlike the micro people scurrying below.

The driver of a United Van lines moving truck thought the hard part was over, having left the city streets behind him as the many boxes and pieces of furniture were loaded into his truck from a penthouse heading to a more suitable palatial estate in the suburbs. While he followed the white Range Rover in front of him, the traffic got heavy as the CB radio became lively with tales of a colossal woman. A few issued maydays as they faded to static while it sounded like she was using a bridge across the city as a sex toy. A sudden rhythmic shaking had some people around him abandoning their vehicles as he sat there, when a commotion on the highway bridge he had crossed minutes earlier caught everyone's attention. An earth shattering rumble meant the end of the former bridge as Sanctity’s ass descended with indifference. The truck driver stepped out onto a diamond patterned steel step next to his cab to get a look at the young African American woman who seemed to pay little heed to the destruction she was causing. His eyes were drawn to her perky rack, which looked like they could turn several city blocks into craters should she so desire, but instead her huge, toned right arm shot down into the city streets. Seconds later, he could see something white on her pinky, the scale of her digit almost hiding the fact that it was a city bus. Suddenly, screams of terror erupted all around him as her huge, luminous brown eyes were glimmering down at the highway around him, as he made the fateful decision to dive back into the driver’s seat. Big rectangular mirrors shuddered as a two story ebony finger flattened the empty Chevy Express conversion van in the next lane before clamping on his trailer. On the other side an object, bigger than it appeared in the mirror, landed and shoved a teal Volvo sedan under his loaded trailer chassis, shearing the car in half. Part of the pre-drive checklist was making sure the back door was locked, but no rolling door could stop the psi load it was about to bear. He once had a semi rear end his truck from a dead stop years back, but the unstoppable digit that violated his vehicle jolted far worse. He could hear the furniture and boxes being decimated, turning just in time for one of the trailer load cameras to see the monster for himself. A sofa was being turned into springs, ripped cushions and kindling before the feed went to static.

No sooner did the intrusion stop when he was pressed into his seat blasting off before seeing his new neighbor. His entire tractor trailer was held vertical next to a living wall of dark skin that took him almost a full minute to identify as the giant woman's palm. In the lane to his right was a wretched sight. The back half of a city bus, with half the windows either smashed out with the other panes stained red. The front half was obliterated by a pinky the size of a freight car. They were both tucked together while the giantess attempted to gather a third finger puppet but it proved too small. He could see the nearby terrified riders clinging for life, as others frantically beat against her fingertip. The truck driver just gave up and surrendered to a higher power, as he finally came face to mouth with a smiling building sized void. Unfortunately for him and the back half of the bus, this orifice was not to be their destination. In a blur of motion, the sheer acreage of ebony skin going by was mesmerizing. Landmarks included perky hill sized breasts with areolas sporting convenience store rivaling knobs of rough terrain nipples followed by a flat belly the size of a city park. The true danger caused those on the bus to panic as the rope-like forest of Sanctity’s pubic forest coiled by cracked windows but the surprise was to come. All remaining wheels touched down, as the shocks were weighted down by the tonnage of giant fingers. Thankfully, unlike unforgiving asphalt the surface was softer but hot and moist enough to fog windows with pungent heat. The giantess knew what she was doing, slowly driving the puny vehicles down a parking lot sized clit. His Freightliner truck could easily haul tens of thousands of pounds without breaking a sweat, now mashing gears and the throttle only uselessly spun his tires as his truck and adjacent bus were rubbed back and forth a few times by the increasingly horny giantess. Trying the airhorn and lights only seemed to alarm the nearby bus passengers, as they were soon inverted and plunged into the pungent feminine tunnel where he was separated from the bus and left alone in his claustrophobic torture chamber. The last time they would witness daylight was it illuminating two brown rubbery fleshy sheets of skin, the void between containing their ultimate fates.

As the mighty gale died down, the long suffering man in his tiny SUV had been sandblasted by the speed with which the giant ebony girl moved through the suburbs. While relieved that the heavy footsteps were no longer rattling his bones, the small man realized that the giantess was in the midst of downtown Portland near the river, though he wondered why she had stopped here and where the interstate 405 bridge was. While she was standing directly above it, it would not be for long. A sharp drop followed by hundreds of sickening crunches beneath the giant bare ass underneath his battered vehicle stuck in Sanctity’s pubic hairs spelt the end of the roadway infrastructure as the young woman sat down. While he could see some of the taller buildings downtown down stream, each riverbank was blocked by the smooth inner thighs bracketing him on each side. Sanctity’s torso rising above him featured big brown eyes darting about the unseen portions of the cityscape surrounding her. With a concentration in her gaze, the tiny man saw her using both her arms to attend to some item on their left. Her right hand sailed past him with some white rectangle on her pinky moving too fast to be identified by him as her hands shifted to her right side once more being obscured by the towering dark brown leg of the goddess. As her arms moved in unison to trap some unseen entity, the tiny man looked up at the face of the goddess as she went about her business. A cold, calculating expression with a hint of lust stared intently at whatever it was her hands were up to. There were some muffled crunches and crashing sounds before the hands flew by again. He was astounded to see the underside of what appeared to be a tractor trailer sailing by as it was tucked in her vast palm, and Sanctity seemed like she was going back for more on her left. It was a little puzzling as her huge hand came back empty for this last effort, though a smudge of grease on her middle finger indicated that some machine likely met an untimely demise from this digit as the giantess lifted her hand to her face. As she examined the tiny toys on her pinky and ring fingers, the white boxes started to come into focus. Her right hand was soon lowered from her gaze as it soared past her perky breasts, stomach and soon past his trapped SUV in her pubic hairs. As her huge hand blocked out the sun passing overhead, it became clear just what her latest victims were. On her pinky was the back half of a city bus, bulging on all sides from the large finger pushed into the helpless vehicle. Her ring finger was even more impressive as an 18 wheeler was having its trailer stretched out as these ghostly heavy duty machines were at the horny giantess’s mercy.

Squirming uncomfortably in his cracked leather seat, he could hear the air horn blasting on the United Van Lines truck. He was unsure if the giant girl could hear it too or simply did not care, as her palm settled over his head as Sanctity pressed the tires of her toys against her swollen clit. The tiny motorist could hear the big diesel motor trying in vain to move the stuck truck as the spinning wheels did nothing to help the plight of the truck driver below. The frantic airhorn and big motor churning away was a nerve wracking sound that he wished he did not have to hear, and Sanctity obliged him in the worst way possible. Her hand moved slightly and the sounds were cut off with a sharp slurp as the giantess started the cruel part of her play with her latest toys. He was chilled by the lack of remorse she was showing for torturing those in the heavy duty vehicles for her pleasure, as the inner muscles in her palm twitched as she rubbed her cavernous cunt below him. A few times the giantess paused, which puzzled her tiny passenger briefly until the look on her face with her eyes closed told him she was simply using her vaginal walls to grasp and probe her prisoners. The heat was on the rise once more, as the sloshing sounds increased bringing back a fine mist to his vicinity as Sanctity worked herself towards a frenzy. Overwhelming, pungent pheromones surrounding the trapped motorist were a tad arousing but made it hard to breathe. Fearing for those trapped inside the vice-like grip of the giant cunt below him, the young woman rocked gently as waves formed on the river as a few tiny vehicles next to her thighs fell under her curved ass, joining others in being completely flattened. The motions and powerful stench of her sex made the minuscule man sick to his stomach, but as Sanctity used up her toys, their emergence made him wretch. A few soft moans faded as the contempt she had for the pathetic demise of the steely vehicles was plastered all over her face. Her two fingers emerged from below his battered shell of a truck stuck in the pubic forest. With a slurp there was not much left to see, the entire cab of the tractor tailor was left behind, probably as a flat rectangle of metal amidst one of her folds. A skeletal trailer remains, bare axles sans wheels, and only a couple crumpled pieces of the white walls hid splotches of Sanctity’s slick skin. The bus was even worse; a twisted white shell flattened like a coin in the rear and the rest of the peeling remains had copious amounts of a pink ooze clearly consisting of both the giant woman’s nectar and blood from those who were on the bus ride’s last stop. Gentle motions were not so welcome a reprieve for the past few minutes, but an explosive climax was in store that would see him in motion for the rest of the day.

There were so many disaster scenes unfolding that emergency services were stretched thin. Some thinner than others when winding up underneath the soles of the giant woman running amok. As in many areas, the ebony giantess did not even have to directly make contact to cause extreme devastation. In one LaFrance fire engine responding to the call, those in the ponderous vehicle were at first happy they did not end up stuck to the city block leveling soles that sailed past carrying millions of tons of woman downtown. As her skinny, black ass jostled it’s way towards the tall buildings a few miles away, it brought with it a silent but deadly side effect due to the vast size and speed of her heavenly body. In the red and white truck, the four firemen were gathering themselves after the harrowing experience of the giantess passing by, but little hairs on the backs of their necks stood up as something still felt off as loose papers and leaves breezed past their vehicle. They were nearing an intersection with their sirens and lights going, giving them the green light, but the traffic signal was wobbling wildly as the gusts picked up speed. At first it was thought to be a normal windy day but when large branches started falling it soon became real. Suddenly, larger items were blowing down the streets, like waste bins and lawn furniture. Pieces of debris soon took flight as the gale continued to build, hitting the back of the fire engine square as it rocked on its chassis. The crack of old growth tree limbs starting to snap all around along with showers of sparks from transformers blowing as power lines sagged or had contact. In all the chaos, the musky feminine aroma seemed to be carried on the wind as well, as suddenly a side window shattered making it hard to see. One intrepid firefighter was prepared as he put on his mask and visor and was able to watch the devastation unfolding. A convenience store collapsed across the street as many houses were losing shingles, then sections of roofs. The giantess was miles away already but the peak of the straight line winds was just reaching there now, as any cars and trucks on cross streets rolled into nearby trees and buildings, as piles of rubble formed. Walls collapsed on most nearby buildings now as some were completely scoured from the foundation as the heavy fire truck suddenly caught one side draft giving the rectangular vehicle just enough lift to get it sideways. That was all it took as suddenly the entire machine did a death roll for hundreds of feet. By now, the wind speed was dying down, though some lighter debris would rain down for several minutes after it was carried aloft for up to hundreds of feet.

Miraculously it came to a rest on its wheels, though two were off the ground on a boulder which bent the frame of the heavy steel truck. The air-horn was on constant blast as the driver had suffered a neck injury and was initially unconscious from the crash, but he survived. As the other bruised firefighters nursed their injuries they worried first about their comrade. They realized they had traveled several blocks, off the road into a wooded area. Well, it was a wooded area, as most of the trees were now uprooted and debris was strewn about the area from buildings that were no longer standing. They came to realize the giantess had done all of this damage simply by running by the area, as they found an exterior door blown off a residence that would come in handy. Gently lifting their wounded worker onto the makeshift truss, they triaged him towards pavement many yards away. Upon reaching the road again, it looked like a tornado had blown through the neighborhood, as nothing remained standing for almost a mile around them. Smoke was already starting to rise from the various fires breaking out and still the call of duty was to find anyone who had been lucky enough to survive and needed rescuing. It would be an arduous task and last well into the night as they slowly tried to make their way back to the station with the injured firefighter, as they were joined by more of the walking wounded seeking help. There seemed to be unending collapsed houses and businesses where frantic survivors said they knew for a fact that someone was trapped, along with various wadded up vehicles that had clearly had tumbles of their own and might have been occupied. Upon reaching a working radio they were able to check in with dispatch which was swamped and unable to free an ambulance. Luckily, they were able to commandeer an abandoned municipal Ford F-250 pickup that had the keys left in it, and used the bed to finally get their comrade to a crowded hospital. This only began the first of nearly a week's worth of 20+hour shifts trying to save as many people as they could from the damage done by the ebony giantess, as their district was only one of many with swaths wiped from the face of the earth that day.

In the oval office, the president was already known for being easily flustered, and was none too pleased to see yet another plan to try to stave off the horny monster fail. Now the world watched as Sanctity did not even have to even touch the neighborhoods, obliterating them simply by running past at such speed to cause a windstorm killing thousands and injuring many more. Entering into a major American city, they watched her shapely ass flatten an entire bridge before she ramped up her intimate actions picking off several vehicles to help her finger herself like she was simply sitting in her bedroom with the shades drawn. Her naked body on full display for the world to see, as the one bit of solace the world leader could take in the action was that the horny giantess was on the opposite coast. While certainly not the desired cause, the commander in chief could now ride the coattails of the fact that over the coming weeks he did get one campaign promise accomplished as immigration would slow to a standstill if not reversal. The border walls now in some cases kept people in as a few fled a country containing a killing machine with a mind of her own. Sanctity would end many tens of thousands of people with her actions injuring countless more and not all were documented US citizens. Her cruel body did not discriminate against foreign nationals and resident aliens as all walks of life were crushed or digested all the same. The human deterrent was a boon for the white house, the relief efforts were going to be a massive undertaking, but until they stopped la puta grande as she was being called at the time. In the plans to do so he already lost approval points with the military and civilian losses which were staggering, all hope at the moment seemed to rest with the airship option as Jeremy and crew around him slowly puttered back into the war zone. Sanctity, having sped by them on a mission, theirs was due south again. Not quite able to draft with her large body, it was easy to see the path she took from the smoky devastation billowing below it.

Foot shaped craters were speckled pits with both flattened and blown in debris from the gust-front she dragged behind her, unaware of the consequences of her speed. Far ahead her beautiful, hazy silhouette slowed and began to sit down. While that was good that their slow airspeed that they would make progress again, but still was over ten minutes away from being truly visible to his friend turned goddess. On their phones, they found her location on Google Maps, and the street view didn't come close to the true traffic jam turned turned similarly two dimensional under her skinny butt. Some emerging videos on the news already showed the moment of impact, as the highway went dark before acres of curved brown skin dominated the sky. One dashcam caught the tremendous impact of one ass-cheek while the other landed behind the trapped vehicle. Tiny people on the bridge knew they were out of time, and some tried to rush to jump off the sides. At great speed, row after row of cars and trucks vanished in a horrible sound as people were pulped. Finally the camera is jerked upwards as the back half is squashed first as glass breaks all around when moments later the feed ends with a shot of the void of her crack soaring down. With the entire bridge pressed flat into the river, those onboard the blimp did not need to know what could happen should the giant women’s mood not cheer up. In the distance, her hands at her sides were busy gathering something, as the tense mood in the oval office was not relieved when the giant woman started to use public transit to masturbate. The blimp pilot gained some ground on her while Sanctity serviced herself, but was five minutes out when she rose on all fours. Her spectacular, gleaming tight black ass so close but still so far out of reach began to crawl, as Sanctity straddled the river heading towards a spot where they could finally rendezvous. The pilot could just make out the rows of rectangular undercarriages as well as chunks from the bridge still adhered to her cheeks, and the giant woman was about to put those glutes to work in devastating fashion.

Having dispatched the two tiny vehicles into the depths of the river after squashing them in the depths of her cunt, Sanctity decided to saunter over to her date. All dressed up he was a little on the shorter size, but a bit too tall for the task she was about to put it through. She’d spent a few years in Portland and had gotten to know downtown quite well over many forays into the dense urban jungle. While she had been to the top of a couple skyscrapers, this would be the first time one had been to the bottom of her. Seeing the conical shape of one building in particular further down river even though it did not rise past her shins would be perfect for what she had in mind. Sanctity was on edge now, she wanted to feel these tiny people struggle and sacrifice their lives to yield to her pleasures after wanting to cause her pain. Lifting her ass from the river, she felt millions of gallons of water cascading from her slender body, as her cheeks began to shear on her crawl. Looking over her shoulder, Sanctity scoffed at the vanished bridge as she felt some tiny clinging toys she had squashed from the thoroughfare imprisoned on her perfect rear. Looking down at the crowded streets on either side of the river she was straddling, she wondered what the thousands of minuscule people were thinking while her long shadow darkened overhead as she glared down upon them. Many lives ended around the warehouses and shops lining the Willamette riverfront as her hands and knees landed hard on the populace, as she eyed her scratching post. Sanctity had never paid notice to the KOIN building before, just another soulless office tower as far as she was concerned, as the only times she had been near the skyscraper was when she took in a few shows at the Keller auditorium across the street. Now gazing down upon it from her new vantage point it was hard for her in her suddenly one track mind to not notice the phallic shape of the maroon brick facade. It was a bit bigger than any phallus she had managed, certainly a bit taller at scale than that of the man she had been with the night before he incidentally became her first victim. Still, the way this world had yielded to her body thus far today, Sanctity was confident that she could work it down to size.

She soon found herself over the skyscrapers, parking garages and hotels on the south side of the city of Portland, confined to her shadow. She soaked in how puny and helpless they all truly were to the whims of a 23 year old African woman, she was steaming after her pussy had just consumed a few choice chunks of metal. Sanctity hovered her looming labia over the structure which kind of reminded her of a ziggurat from her history courses. It was constructed in such a way that the upper half was smaller and better shaped to suit her needs than the lower half, and at 500ft it just made it midway up her shin. Coming to a point with a spire on top, Sanctity finally felt as if she had found something to satisfy her suddenly insatiable lust after the naval battle got her fired up, and maybe this show would finally get them to stop bothering her altogether. Letting her wrists obliterate several streets and buildings, she leaned in like a cat to its prey. Licking her lips sanctity looked at her reflection in the tiny rows of windows, and could only imagine the effects her horny gaze was having on the workers inside. Feeling her rack looming about she glanced down at her breasts, erect nipples pointing dangerously close to some rooftops. Using her right hand to cup her breast, Sanctity aimed the shack sized nub of flesh at the glassy facade of some non distinct 15 story building. Pressing her dark brown nipple against the structure, it felt like fine sand as it shattered the glass, as she played a game trying to write on the building drawing a line with her hardened skin. Being so large she was still a little too rough and caused the facade to collapse into the streets below exposing inner rooms and offices to the light of day. She smiled at them and focused in on her left boob, looking down at a square parking garage. Pursing her lips and smugly blowing the rubble from the building she sheared with her nipple onto the streets far below, she took aim at a couple parked vehicles which were fated to have a house sized nipple parked on them shortly.

The rear wheels on the bus sloshed round and round the rubbery, vast clit of the horny giantess as the surviving passengers watched helplessly as their new neighbor in a big rig had just as little control of their current situation. The blasting air horn was like a silent plea to the horny giantess, as suddenly the noise was muffled when the longer semi plunged cab first into the muck. The bus soon followed as daylight vanished beyond the brown hills of fleshy curtains. Cell phone cameras could only help illuminate the small sections of the nightmare tube 23 year old’s vagina. The giantess pauses momentarily, as the beast’s heartbeat was heard through the rhythmic inwards crinkling metal walls of the bus. It was almost as if they knew she was toying with them, using her inner muscles to feel their every move. The tiny passengers were thrust forwards, many slamming into the tall finger jammed into their vehicle. Beating and protesting against her uncaring wall of skin, a slam threw many to the blood and cum slicked seats and floor. They had crashed into her cervix, as the pressure burst many people's eardrums being so deep in the colossal cunt. The giant woman’s finger also burst through several people, killing four against the seats alone as the intruder got closer to the writhing mass. Thrown back towards the engine, the giantess began to use them as a finger covering sex toy, with the nauseating results. Every crash into the wall of inner skin made the bus shorter as the Sanctity’s pinky finger splattered more people. Being shoved around unable to control their short flights, some passengers landed against the mucousy walls of the giant pussy, and were stuck to the grabby skin. These unfortunate people were sucked through the broken windows and were either popped against the bus or were suffocated, becoming blood bubbles under tremendous pressure within the horny goddess. It would not be long now, as while it was near impossible to bring the giant woman to a proper orgasm and remain intact, a loud wrenching sound vibrated the mainly deafened survivors as the engine was separated from the incapacitated vehicle. The huge pinky curled them towards the upper wall of the impenetrable pussy as the bus disintegrated robbing all remaining passengers of their lives. At the same time, the trucker in the next lane wasn’t faring much better.

The truck driver was fortunate enough to have a seat-belt, but once he was inverted towards the hellish void, it would matter little. Blasting his air-horn the whole way into the hole, he quickly ceased when the sky vanished and his dashboard became the only light source. The gps lost service as thick pulsating walls surrounded him, as the cabin thrummed with the young giantess’s heartbeat. He thought the walls sounded alive as they were, tensing and feeling out his tiny truck. Indeed just beyond the flimsy metal and thick folds of flesh there were several living people still thrumming on the bus close to him, but there was no way the screams of torment could be heard. Moment over, he was shoved hard into his seat as the huge finger pushed him deep into a searing hellhole. Here his windshield burst inwards with gallons of foul smelling sexual fluids, soaking his clothing and flooding the foot-wells of his still churning truck. He felt as the smoke stacks got ripped off the cab when she reversed course making the tiny driver thankful his restraints were on. On the next shove, the tiny motor stuttered and drowned as copious amounts of cum flooded it though the gummed up grill. All noises now external, thick skin pressed his puny truck smaller and smaller, in and out of her cavernous cunt. It was getting hard to breathe as the pungent stench of sex was displacing all oxygen. Axles stuck to grippy skin unable to turn suddenly caused his part of the vehicle to jackknife, separating him from the severely damaged trailer behind him. His loads of boxes and furniture were scattered, soaked and getting crushed by the unaware giantess. Stuck deep in the pungent, pulsating pussy, he can hear and feel vibrations from the sloshing fingers trying in vain to reach an orgasm that surely would flatten him and his International semi in his current state. Instead, he suffered the anxiety of being forgotten, as his world shifted brutally while the horny woman got onto her hands and knees. Sanctity did not even care enough to fetch his remains out as he took a ride while she moved her torso about, while more goo squirted all around his prone body. Merciful minutes later that stretched to an eternity, she swung her cunt down, sinking towards his undoing. Something big slammed into the chassis of his truck, shoving it towards the ceiling of the mighty pussy. With a bang, the sleeper cab and roof caved down, pinning the driver against his seat upon reaching the vast cervix. The radio tower bent and strained, unable to uphold a giant woman’s weight upon it as the tractor trailer was shoved down towards another hard place. When the remaining tires landed on the roof of the slickened Koin center skyscraper, the metal frame was instantly flattened and smeared against the cracked exterior of the building. The man’s gory remains were insulted further as Sanctity rubbed it back and forth between her labia and the skyscraper’s crumbling walls. Their rides were over, but hundreds more were beginning thier’s as a lusty half mile of woman needs to get creative to find pleasure.

After blowing the gray rubble off of her nipple, Sanctity spied a parking garage a little bigger than a saltine cracker, tantalizingly closer to her right breast. When her friends drove downtown, parking could be such a hassle, there were some ok garages but most had spots that were too tight. To emphasize this now, she decided to try to park her nipple, but with the bitty cars and pickups the size of rice grains, it would be no easy task. To her delight in the shadow of her great gland was a set of headlights on a minuscule white sedan making for the exit. Sanctity decided to help guide the tiny traveler back into a spot, letting her nub of flesh down as gently as she could. Unfortunately, the bitty car could not take even the slightest amount of weight she could muster and it was simply flattened between flesh and concrete. Her hard nipple was so wide, Sanctity cooed when she felt the back ends of two other adjacent tiny vehicles get flattened, as even her little teat was too large to fit between the lanes. Slowly, she dragged the flattened remains of the automobile around, as like when she used to draw as a child, it was hard to keep between the lines. Still, if the rows of parked machines could not accommodate her width, they were easily shoved aside by the shack sized dark brown lump of skin. While trying not to apply the full weight of her c-cup breast, Sanctity could feel the entire structure wobbling under her small appendage alone. Trailing tiny orange sparks behind it along with a whitish scrape line from her motions, she decided to try to park the shredded car on a lower level. Having already rearranged the helpless parked vehicles into notable piles, Sanctity lifted her nipple from the structure briefly bringing the tattered remains of the shredded auto with her. Aiming at a concentration of about seven tiny rides near the center of the parking structure, she was a little more rough upon impact this time. The yielding metal tickled her sensitive skin as parts of each grain sized metal shell flattened under the force of her flesh. The concrete resisted her mass for a moment, then her hard nipple punched a hole through the parking garage dragging all the tiny vehicles as she pressed through it to the next level. Seven metal trinkets folded against the 25ft tall nub of flesh, as Sanctity felt more hidden cool machines feebly crumpling under her skin. The crumbling concrete got tighter against her tit, until she felt a third layer get punched through. As the fit got snug Sanctity felt a dozen of the tortured transports get pulverized under the bumpy dark brown skin of her areola as it landed on the structure. The crunchy concrete bent and flexed, but held firm and steel rebar now hugged her in a way that gave her an idea. Urban renewal. This was no place for a parking garage, maybe a nice park, this would all have to be moved. It was heavier than the nipple load earlier, but the three saltine sized concrete levels were lifted from the ground. Wrenching her breast from the ground, Sanctity saw a few fortunate gray grains, all cars and trucks covered in dust left behind. A couple unlucky people would have trouble telling where their vehicle started, and the ten parked above it ended where her wide nipple had landed. Her perky breast jiggled a little, but the pathetic parking garage clung on. Looking down at the neighborhoods, Sanctity tried to see if she recognized any areas, and she noticed a familiar district police station. A few blue lights flashed illuminating the underside of the garage under the dark shadow of her hanging rack. She teased them,

“Better get your baggies ready boys, I have something for your evidence locker.”

Needless to say, the parking garage was bigger than the entire precinct police station, but she cooed as the end of her nipple sticking out from the suspended structure started to tingle with useless gunshots which gave off little orange sparks. As these uselessly bounced off her thick skin, Sanctity knew that this was the right place to leave her token of gratitude. What was the size of a couple saltine crackers for her was given another jiggle before she dropped her breast on the officers, building and surrounding streets and shops. Everything the parking garage touched was crushed below the driving weight of Sanctity's breast as the concrete crumbled like fine sand against her horny skin, but the damage did not stop there. As the full weight of her massive boob smothered the flattened parking structure, it spread round crushing everything in her path. It felt amazing, feeling such feeble infrastructure simply vanishing beneath her beautiful dark brown skin. She could even feel it resting briefly between the buildings shattering and every air pocket and item settling as 300 million pounds of tit flesh squashed anything in their path. On the tiny stretches of streets Sanctity even thought she could feel little pops, but was so large she couldn’t be sure whether it was splintering trees, crumpling oily vehicles or the itty bitty pedestrians being smeared against the pavement. Hopefully a combination of all three, and all this death and destruction via a lone breast. After a few sensual seconds she lifted her chest from the smoking crater, almost 100ft deep near the center where the ghostly gray crumbled parking lot wound up. Looking at her rack, Sanctity delighted in the fact she could see a ghostly outline of the neighborhood she just squashed, the streets with lines of flattened drab metal husks. The greatest concentration around her areola, as these had some color as many were flipped by her nipple moments before they were embedded into her skin. The best were the smallest of red splotches that dotted her as well, as focusing on some of these drove her over the edge. With the overshadowed KOIN center teasingly close to her frothing loins, Sanctity knew it was time for her greatest magic trick of all, making a whole building disappear.

As all her fun played out, those aboard the captured commuter rail were just clinging to life. After the dizzying run across the suburbs, the young giantess taking a seat was a welcome break. However, her other recreational activities were a bit harder to adjust to. Ever since the ebony woman had stolen their packed train off the rails and turned it into a necklace, the tiny commuters were leading a tortured existence. At least for those who continued to exist at all, as the body count steadily rose through Sanctity’s extracurricular activities. Many on board had ventured through the riverside parks at some time while they lived in the city, with these now completely buried under the towering smooth thighs and ass of the giant girl. It was a sharp angle but people in the dangling locomotive could sense that she was near the bridge, though none realized at the time that it was flattened by her cheeks. Directly below them, a few wafts of her pungent cunt juices simmering were about to increase tenfold as thousands of gallons of it would be displaced shortly. Huge soulful brown eyes above darted tenaciously around as the city below seemed to freeze in fear. Distant screams, horns and sirens resumed below as her devious hands reached for an item. It only took her a couple minutes for her hand to return to her raw, dripping cunt with some finger toys, as those on the tortured train bore witness to their hostess using the heavy duty vehicles for her pleasure. Over the crinkling, sweat soaked aluminum sides of the passenger cars and the booming heartbeat of the horny giantess, they could just pick up a faint air-horn from the truck before it and the bus were plunged into the monstrous pussy. The motions of her wrist suddenly paused, as the giant woman closed her eyes and bit her lip. On the train they knew the hyper-predator was using her inner muscles to prod her prey and seemed satisfied with the results before her play turned more sinister. Far below in what was surely a torturous cunt her thick fingers began stirring inner skin once more, as the tiny passengers could not be sure how well the vehicles were handling the abuse, but seeing the results of other traffic jams pulverized during the time they had been stuck around her neckline, it certainly did not bode well. A sudden gust from the hot, humid innards of the giantess as her look of pleasure turned to annoyance. It seemed one or both of the tiny vehicles did not make the grade, as she soon pressed them roughly against her tight pussy. They emerged as doomed, diminished bloody husks, unrecognizable to anyone who had not watched them before the lifeless state that they were in. The tiny commuters were even able to pick up the heat lines radiating from her lower lips, distorting the streets below. A plummet forwards and suddenly they were dangling over downtown, as Sanctity began to crawl on her hands and knees. Each impacted with a sickening puff of debris as hands and knees became lethal weapons, but it became apparent soon afterwards that it was not only the injured men on the train with their attention grabbed by the appendages pointing down. One cupped breast led her nipple to carve up the side of a tall building, loudly shattering the facade before an avalanche of debris rained down on the streets. Once down with the first task, she treated her tits as if they were targeting weapons, her hill sized right breast diving towards a parking lot. Some feared she would just lay down and flatten them against her clavicle, but the end was not as near. It was, however, for the multi-story garage.

They could see individual vehicles on the concrete, some in motion with people inside including one Audi sedan. With a sickening crunch, the entire car was flattened under the aim of the horny giantess, as a few could swear the tiny woman screaming as she watched through her sunroof as her demise played out. The young giantess was not done, as she began to use her flesh to smear the flattened remains of the puny automobile around the spaces. At her current size, her simple appendage towered over the parked SUVs and pickups, and battered them around with ease as it proved wider than any of the lanes. Battered machines piled up all about, as the giant woman noisily lifted her slick tit from the pavement. It didn't even make it back vertical with the train necklace passengers, as suddenly it slammed into the small by comparison parking structure. She smashed parts of five overmatched vehicles against the concrete before her hardened skin burst through the top floor and through the one below it too. More metal flattened as her sizable areola pressed down on a dozen doomed vehicles. The whole garage flexed but instead of simply flattening it, they heard the concrete straining and watched it wrenching with a force of unknown torsion. Some cracks formed in the gray concrete, but soon the flexing structure rose with the giantess as the entire garage was lifted with them and the seemingly unstoppable giantess. She crawled a little more before they saw dozens of blue strobe lights on police cars surrounding a station. It was there the horny goddess loudly mocked them before they opened fire. Those on the train were suddenly fearful of being hit in the crossfire and added bullets to their ordeal, as a couple ricocheted off the aluminum sides of the locomotive. Swaying with their neighbors over the rooftops of the city, a sudden rush towards the crowded streets was followed by a thankful end to the gunfire. It was also the end of a nearby city block, as the young ebony giantess used her ample breast to flatten the entire parking lot and police station into a smoking crater. They watched her peel her skin from the ruins, seeing barely any hints of the many buildings that stood moments before as the dust nearly rose to their level. Seemingly satisfied, the tiny train passengers were soon to realize this only further stirred her loins, but the amusement park ride they were about to go on was no Disney park as their small world was about to be rocked after all.

Sanctity had finally arrived and was about to reach her zenith. Having parked the garage on top of the police station and burying the whole mess in a hundred foot crater she created, her pussy was on fire and she hoped the darkened building below her womanhood could help extinguish. The thirty five story skyscraper tapered off to a point but the entire structure looked downright puny next to the dark skinned beauty. Not wanting to lose the fire down below, Sanctity aimed her wet slit at the spire on top of the building. She was astonished having the whole world at her mercy, she could do whatever she wanted and no one could stop her. Inner feelings disdained at the modern world. She could now reshape it via her whims, or more directly by her inner muscles. Lining up her labia, she let her wet drooling void kiss the blinking clearance light on the metal tower. The flashing red light lit up her void as she crawled down the building, feeling something weird on the top of the pyramid shaped spire. She was simply too large to know that the object was the trapped shrunken semi cab impaled on the building, but as it got deeper her inner skin pressed and battered the hapless vehicular remains. Her wet pussy began to envelop the top of the structure, as her wet lips started to take in upper floors along the way. While not as filling as the man she had been with the night before, Sanctity was satisfied that maybe hundreds of terrified unseen citizens were trapped within her latest lover. As the building was forced deeper inside her love canal, she felt something pressing against her cervix being forced down towards the structure. Knowing it was likely the radio tower on top of the skyscraper, Sanctity pressed on unaware that the nitty bug sized truck was running out of room. More exterior walls could be felt warming and bulging inwards with tremendous pressure. Peering around her pussy as it slathered down the skyscraper, Sanctity saw little bursts along the roof-line of the wider construction of the facility with some puffs of masonry reaching the busy streets below. She could only imagine the chaos this was causing as there were only hints of explosions from the clouds of debris highlighted by the darkness under her lowering body’s shadow. Her hungry cunt enveloped a good portion of the thinner upper portion of the structure eliciting a lusty moan. As half the building vanished into her moist void, her labia just kissed the lower portion of the skyscraper.

Deep inside her partially filled pussy, she felt a nice crumpling sensation on her cervix as the mast and dome collapsed under her immense weight. Unaware that the remains of the truck from earlier ended there, Sanctity used her inner muscles to prod and feel her new toy. It felt good but was not as filling as the man the previous night. Still, he could not match the fleeting nature as tiny bubbles and tingles from rooms collapsing inside her were hard to beat. She certainly helped the process along by squeezing a few times as the top half took on the shape of her inner cavity. Top floors feebly compacted under her weight, her eager beaver started to envelop the wider half of the building. Tensing, then relaxing her inner muscles as she went, Sanctity had to make sure she did not prematurely pulverize the entire structure. Sanctity had been wet before when properly engaged but today her flow even took her by surprise. It slathered the skyscraper, soaking and even holding it together in a love cocoon as she watched her nectar flooding the surrounding streets. As her body lowered, she felt the smooth skin of her thighs brushing up against and knocking over adjacent buildings, but her focus came from within. They toppled or simply collapsed downwards under her unstoppable weight as she took in more of the skyscraper on every push. Sanctity felt more and more buildings yielding to her mighty ass cheeks as she rode the skyscraper towards the ground. As the lower portions grew wider, they stretched her out nicely for a few moments, until inner muscles and her own fluids forced air out of the shrinking structure. Feeling the rubble of entire neighborhoods spreading into the streets beneath her thighs, the moving human mountain was almost in contact with the malleable earth below, and the goddess was about to reach her apex.

The order to shelter in place was futile when the big brown eyes of the giantess seemed to lock onto their building down the river. It would have been far too late to try to escape anyways, and many who had were already buried beneath her round, skinny ass along with the highway bridge in the river. The crawling ebony beauty had been the talk of the office tower all morning, as the news stories flashed everywhere, but she was miles from downtown. The hills obscured views of her antics as she toyed with the military, then the navy, but her beautiful young ebony body came into view as she glomped her way downtown. Between rows of adjacent buildings, they could just pick out her face after she sat on the highway bridge with her look of ecstasy as she probed her pussy out of view with some very doomed vehicles. Stunned office workers could not see the frenzied motions of her fingers but the gently bobbing breasts hinted at self pleasure, as Sanctity used up her toys before they had a chance to provide release, as her big brown eyes looked down at them one last time before casting off the oozing blood soaked remains. The young giantess returned to her hands and knees, her soulful brown eyes occasionally glancing their way as she crawled in their direction, but seemed mainly focused on the city below her. It was hard for the people in the skyscraper to ignore the colossal twenty something African girls perky jiggling breasts hanging suspended from her chest. Neither did she as something captured Sanctity’s attention a few blocks away, aiming her massive mammary at something out of sight. The tiny people feared the worst as at her current size those tits could easily bury their skyscraper and the surrounding block. Whatever she was doing they could only imagine as they could see her back move slightly around for a few minutes before she returned to her hands and knees with a surprise prize. The entire top few floors of a parking garage with her big brown nipple sticking out was firmly pinned to her soft boob.

They craned their necks behind the glass windows as the cruel giantess turned her attention to a police station a few blocks from their building. Her voice was so loud it rattled the windows as it also seemed to stir the officers to hopelessly shoot at the fleshy orb. After saying a few words, Sanctity fired back as the stunned office workers witnessed her gigantic breast smother several blocks. The curvature of her breast was lit by orange explosions as fuel tanks ruptured on streets when vehicles were flattened, other smaller buildings dimpled her dark brown skin before they collapsed in puffs of smoke swirling around her massive chest. The helpless tiny people seeing the massacre ending when her ample tit had smothered an interest block surrounding the police station and soon the giantess lifted off from the crater. At this time a few sharp eyed people in the building saw the dangling, dented commuter train cars around her neck and hoped against odds her chosen decor had been empty, but knowing her this was unlikely. The perky breast was covered in rubble and debris, hinting at the shapes of the multiple buildings she had just crushed as well as the lines between with dozens of flattened rectangles from traffic carried aloft by the cruel uncaring goddess. Looking down from the office building revealed an entire city block had vanished, smooth piles of rubble replacing buildings as the round crater caused by the young woman's breast wax all that remained. Those in the KOIN building looked up at the towering young woman on her hands and knees after her horrific act and saw no hint of remorse, shockingly only lust. Panic rang out on every floor of the building as suddenly those big brown eyes locked in on them in an unbroken, sexy stare, as Sanctity headed their way and their business meant her pleasure.

Officials around the world watched in trepidation as the scintillating giant woman got more intimate in her sensual rampage around Portland, Oregon. Those in the oval office had their best vested interest in the most extraordinary form as the blimp slowly lumbered towards the giantess. Onboard, Jeremy and the crew began to clear the massive debris field Sanctity generated by simply breaking into a mild jog, as they approached her from the rear. And what a marvelous bottom it was, though in support of such a beautiful but deadly body, the ebony skin glimmered with wetness and was speckled with countless dots of debris. A big cat and mouse game ensued, as it seems every time they got closer to her, the blimp was left back as Sanctity’s behind crawled about the urban landscape. Still, as the dirigible left the devastated suburbs and cruised towards the larger buildings downtown, Sanctity had begun to get more intimate with her surroundings, slowing her pace greatly allowing the pilot to make headway. As Jeremy watched through the windows of the blimp, he witnessed his gigantic friend as she paused in the distance and lowered her chest towards the city below. Cupping and moving her ebony breasts about, Sanctity returned to her hands and knees, but one of her globular tits seemed a little off. Indeed, there was some object now affixed to the massive mammary and she was not afraid to share it. The passengers and pilot were in awe of this colossal woman when she suddenly slammed whatever the object was down into a densely populated area, obliterating all she touched. It was the first time that they had witnessed her maleficent actions and things were about to get a whole lot worse.

Now mere minutes from the young giantess, Sanctity had found what she was looking for and quickly changed her body position to an upright kneel. The men aboard the lighter than aircraft knew this meant bad things for whichever skyscraper she was aiming at. Still, at least now she would be tethered to the ground in one area, making their approach easier. The plot was now in motion and soon Jeremy and his professor would try to take control of the situation. That is if they could get her attention, and maybe after she worked off some tension as the world knew the young woman was about to scratch a deep seated itch with spectacular results. They were getting close now, one of the benefits of the hanging canopy of the blimp was being able to open the windows of the slow moving craft which allowed some of the smoke from the rising fires to waft in. Another muskier odor would become detectable in a few minutes as Sanctity lowered her torso towards the city, surely not boding well for whatever was on the receiving end of her perky chest. Seemingly satisfied with the results, she continued down the river until she changed her body position into kneeling. Her back cast a great shadow over the rest of downtown as the pilot raced to see just what she was doing. With her next motions it became abundantly clear. Back in the White House all eyes were on the proceedings, as they saw the live feed of the blimp closing in on the giant young woman. The district police chief was already furious that she had just cratered an entire station with her boob, though the busy staffers paid him little heed as many others had also lost their lives on this day and the giantess wasn’t done yet. As she began to position her body to take in one of the skyscrapers around the city, their latest plan wasn’t the only thing unfolding as a fearsome feminine flower did as well. This filling distraction would be hard to break her concentration from as Sanctity climbed and soon rode the hapless structure.

It had been a couple hours since the tiny man had tried to leave his now obliterated apartment parking lot before his SUV became trapped like a flea in the unaware giant woman’s pubic hairs. She had gone on all sorts of adventures without knowing he was there it seemed, if she cared at all. She devoured and crushed all sorts of buildings, vehicles and people in a truly horrific display of raw, erotic power. Being in such close proximity to the largest vagina ever known to man was a terrifying place to be, as he witnessed hundreds of people, cars, trucks, buildings and naval ships go in, and few if any leave partially intact. It also caused him to be blasted with musky heat, becoming woozy whenever Sanctity became aroused, which seemingly occurred on a regular basis. Her latest flood was at the expense of a bus and tractor trailer, both vehicles that could easily bully his full sized truck off the road, and these were just finger puppets for the insatiable ebony giantess. Such immense power in the hands and obviously fingers of the young woman, it was so raw as she rode the bus to a stop. Her eyes said what the light moan escaping her lips before as she then a look of bored resignation with her obviously spent toys. Big brown eyes would soon be on her tree trunk sized fingers which were removed from her wet pussy with a splorch. Breeze passing by from the pathetic shredded metal remains was that of searing nectar from the inner depths of her vaginal cavity. The giantess shook him to his core as she let loose a solid chuckle at the ruined state of her sex toys and proceeded to clean her fingers in the flowing river. He figured the images would haunt him until the end of his days, with what he was witnessing outside his shattered windshield could be any second from now. Incidental contact between his twisted, flimsy metal cage and the acres of bare brown skin would likely mean instant death from the unaware giantess.

Crashing onto all fours had an uneasy familiarity, as his tormented vehicle was upright soaring over the rooftops, wheels facing a road that was hundreds of feet away. Some came closer than others, especially when her upper half lowered down or made contact, but the worst was when her labia splayed themselves upon a highway. The shattering glass, twisting metal and screams all become muffled, then just a solid scraping, grinding sound as her victims are atomized. Finally leaving a pungent, oozing mass, her vast pussy lips pull away from the ruined area leaving specks of life mixed into brown dirt soaked with ample portions of her cum. The only hint this was once a bustling highway was the lines of displaced, sometimes flattened vehicles on cracked pavement sunk dozens of feet into the ground. The heat lines coming off the savory portion of her body passing by obscured his view of the ground as she carried bits and pieces of her play aloft, stuck to her hot cunt. Now this wafted behind her as a breeze off her warm, fragrant body blew past him. Her overwhelming pheromones, and bobbing block sized breasts were a tad overwhelming to bear. Two structures soon found this out the hard way as her hard nipples became weapons of mass destruction. First he heard the distant smashing windows before the sound of partial collapse as he figured she was writing her name or something when the pathetic skyscraper couldn't take the abuse, collapsing into a rising pile of smoke. Next a few small pops were heard when an occupied automobile became two dimensional, a toy for her appendage to play with. The scraping metal sounds only stopped when she lifted the house sized brown nipple from the parking structure, specks of white on the top of her dark brown erect nub of flesh. Swift motion and a metal crunching sound as her whole areola was plunged at the concrete, which resisted for an instant, but the weight of her flesh loudly punched through. Almost like a blast as two more levels were unable to resist her weight, as soon she lifted her slightly compressed breast. He was in awe when the concrete gave way, lifting several levels of tiny vehicles, with some occupied evidenced by the red and white lights being rocked violently by her jiggling tit flesh. Hearing the pops of small arm fire, he realized the flashing blue lights on the ground were a police station which was not the place to be. A sudden motion followed seconds later by the shockwave blasted him into his seat as she obliterated all the streets and buildings for a block around under her bare skin. As she lifted only the ghost of the neighborhood remained stamped on her underboob, as he could almost hear her juices flowing behind his Ford. A slow crawl started a kneel that thrust him towards a tall building he had seen while driving downtown in the past, and while he would get queasy on longer elevator rides, he was still heading to the top whether he wanted to or not.

Lord knows she needed this Sanctity thought to herself as her womanhood enveloped the skyscraper. She was right to skip the airport, there was no way her tight pussy would have let those pathetic planes in, as one of the largest, sturdiest buildings in the city was already struggling mightily. Her internal muscles were not easy to relax, as bits broke off tensing involuntarily at will. Luckily the deeper she inserted the KOIN center in the wider it became. The shape was crude but effective, and gave herself credit for choosing the right building. Still, her thoughts about the tiny people inside, what companies they worked for, and the sights and terror she was causing on them. She almost wanted to lift her pussy off the poor thing to see if the lights were on, but she came here to do one thing, and come she would. Besides, if she were to pull off and accidentally wrench the thing down, then it would be ruined and collapse without the ultimate treat after the navy tried to sink her fun. Choosing this building for a reason, she knew her orientation would deliver the Keller Auditorium where she had recently been the show of a lifetime. Not knowing how much her love juice would affect the neighborhood, she could already feel herself gushing like never before. This made slipping the building inside her a little easier, but also the flood of cunt juices made the whole thing feel soggy and saturated. This did not bode well for a long haul, so she knew she wanted her release as quick as she could muster. With a sigh, Sanctity realized that this whole world was just too pathetic for her now, and wondered if she even could make it a better place, or just being a terror would be better suited for what humanity had wrought to this point. For now her only connection with her former species was the top third of a skyscraper and she was inadvertently shrinking her catch by the second. Even the most mighty of constructs of this world could no longer handle her once delicate body. Now instead of being the 5 foot girl in the corner unable to get in a word edgewise, she was the bottom line in all matters. When attacked, she would respond in kind, but if left alone after she finished her one big misdeed she might take pity on these microorganisms whom she had spawned from. First Sanctity knew she was already reshaping the neighborhood, as the underside of her skinny thighs and ass were touching and smooshing surrounding buildings.

When she climaxed the neighborhood would be forever changed, at least that is what she intended. Sliding her wet pussy down the exterior of the hapless structure, Sanctity felt her cervix collapsing the top floors one by one as she rode it to the ground. Sanctity’s eyelids fluttered, as it was not just the interior building collapsing within her vaginal cavity. Dozens were getting smothered by her firm thighs, as nothing a chance to support her new weight but the ground itself after sinking several meters. No longer the sub hundred pound cutie she once considered herself, Sanctity knew she was an imposing heavyweight who would use her newfound powers for both the business of her defense and the pleasures of her curvaceous form. The skyscraper lost almost the entire upper half, as it was shoved down and conformed to her tight confines. Her long labia neared the ground, as she could feel the tree branches and power lines snapping near street level, she had almost done it. Upon touchdown, countless mini pops against her exposed inner skin that could have been garbage receptacles or pedestrians were difficult to pick out along with many parked vehicles melting at the touch of her stimulated skin. They all compressed flat against sidewalks and pavement, stringy traffic lights tingled with sparks quickly doused by her gathering wetness. Under her thighs and ass, Sanctity accomplished something she was not even aware of until much later. Over six full parking garages, mainly filled with polluting vehicles, were all taken off the road permanently, as they’d be so thoroughly obliterated by her weight to become completely unrecoverable in any way. In some cases only fragments of scraped metal and plastic with the occasional thread or bone chip were all left in the gooey layers. The entire remains of the skyscraper were invisible to the world, as only her silky brown skin remained while legs spread and covered several neighborhoods and roads.

Sanctity realized she would need finesse with her fragile toy as it would quickly collapse if she rode it like a real dick. Lifting herself a few stories, she could see specks of debris lining her labia, as all but the first five or so floors were not exposed to the light. She laughed at the sorry state of things as she moved her hand to start fingering her clit. Of course she knew better than any man what spots to hit, and this skyscraper would serve its purpose rather nicely. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, Sanctity whipped herself into a frenzy, dark digits dancing dizzyingly against her drooling cunt. She felt the finer details of the skyscraper within her shrinking rapidly and changing consistency as her cum flooded the besieged building. It would be a race to the finish with one clear winner, as Sanctity made one final push and brought herself over the edge. An ear piercing moan emanated from her parted lips, as goo flooded out in her biggest orgasm since the previous evening. Instead of ruining the sheets at her lover's apartment she instead ruined an entire neighborhood. Letting loose, Sanctity bore down on the dying skyscraper, tightening inner muscles feeling a satisfying crunch inside of her. Ejecting the flooded remains in her juices she brought her pussy lips down with brute force she began to grind the remains back and forth. Repeating this motion for several minutes to milk the most satisfaction she could garner out of the area was supreme, as soon only a muddy substance remained for many blocks around. Between her tall thighs bracketing the area, the flood of her nectar sullied a large area including a familiar auditorium looking like it had reached third story windows on some buildings. She hoped with time that the protein from her genetic materials would feed plants and microorganisms as Sanctity opened her eyes from her post orgasmic bliss. She was almost proud of herself bringing natural reign out of man’s imbalance, though also a tad embarrassed for once. In time she did not want them to rebuild, and wanted there to be more nature in the urban landscape, knowing her demolition and fertilizer gave the area a great start. Sitting there with the melting remains of the once proud building oozing from her tight vaginal cavity, Sanctity heard a weird buzzing sound nearby. At first unable to find the source, when she spotted it she was in for her biggest shock of the day.

Office workers were dressed in their suits and professional attire, but it was far from business as usual while the apocalyptic pussy descended on their building. Sanctity moved into position kneeling above, it was scary losing sight of someone so large, but several blocks including their own were firmly within her shadow. No longer on her hands and knees like she had been when she used her naked breast to lift then obliterate the parking garage moments earlier, the tiny cowering people had to rely on the tape-delayed news feeds to see where the young giantess ended up. Blood ran cold as speechless managers, workers and custodians froze in front of lobby televisions, desk computer screens and any available window space as the very skyscraper was dwarfed in the presence of the horny black goddess. Looming above in high definition was the long, glinting slit of the enormous slender woman in her mid twenties, and before the image moved on screen a terrible noise above their heads coincided with most screens timing out. Before they could receive the signal watching her huge cunt descending, the giant woman engulfed the transmission tower above the hapless structure ending the broadcast day on all computers and smart devices. A resonating vibration and crashing sound overtook the roof as furniture shook and cubicles clattered. Several office workers were horrified when a steamy fluid streamed past their windows, partially obscuring the views. All their fears about where the giantess was heading were confirmed as a smaller building next to them had a reflective glass surface revealing the top of the crowning spire on their skyscraper was enveloped in the cozy confines of Sanctity’s pussy. It was far too late to try to escape, though it did not stop many from trying stairwells and elevators as the dewy pussy cast the building into an artificial night. Tiny office workers stared in fear as slick, dark labia slurped past their windows, hiding all outside light in her skin tunnel as the beast enveloped them. Ac vents on the ceiling suddenly leaked pungent, humid air as the rooftop boxes were smoothed against the giant woman's inner skin.

Some stood close to the windows, mesmerized as the curtains of moist skin slid past. This soon proved unwise, as pressure from the giantess’s inner muscles imploded the reinforced plexiglass, bloodying dozens as a blast of musky heat radiated off exposed inner skin. As the horny giantess further enveloped the skyscraper, lost pieces from her previous exploits were gifted to dazed businessmen, administrative assistants and CCOs. Crumpled, cum soaked moving boxes, furniture and huge ac units were flung into conference rooms and offices. Nervous employees could feel the heat and pressure rising, with the walls flexing under the tremendous pressure the horny giantess put on them. Elevators were shaken off track, grinding to halts between floors, trapping scores of foolish victims who sought safety from them. The further down the colossal cunt got, the less oxygen the upper floors got, but that was far from their biggest problem. The top floors were getting closer to her impenetrable cervix, and another dire impact of the aroused ebony girl poured in from all sides. Stimulated loins let loose goopy torrents of cum, which flooded in through the broken windows gathering momentum in elevator shafts and stairwells. The aquatic smell was not just the sushi restaurant on the main level today, as trapped people were struggling to catch their breaths as the inexhaustible sexual fluids flowed down. It seemed to seep in from everywhere, as the pressure rose it gathered around dress shoes and heels before reaching to mid shin on most levels, the highest piles of muck in the lobby as elevator doors had goop flowing out. Many had run outside trying to flee, but upon gazing up looking at the dark brown pussy lips descending, it was a hard choice to make. Many were parked in separate garages next door but her huge thighs and ass seemed destined to smother these structures. The young giant woman’s huge pussy was almost fully resting on the helpless KOIN building now though it was only half engulfed as the lower half widened. The highest floors were about to bear the weight of a wall of inner skin bearing down, but the surrounding curtains of her soaked labia were about to tense up and clench, costing hundreds their lives.

At Keller auditorium, the venue was set up for a classical concert set to take place that night with sets of folding chairs and tables in the lobby and workers milling about. While the crews were vaguely aware of the extraordinary events happening across the city, none knew that the young giantess was about to give them all a front row seat to a show none hoped to attend. A security guard working near the door noted a sudden, seismic disturbance as his iced coffee had ripples across the cup which suddenly stopped. He spoke to an usher nearby along with an older woman who was a flutist in the orchestra. All three had heard of the disturbing reports filtering in about the ebony giantess though the recently popularized term fake news also weighed on them as it all seemed too far fetched to be reality. The grand chandelier in the lobby said otherwise as it swayed in motion like Sanctity’s breasts a few blocks away as she adorned her nipple with a parking garage. A boom set off motion sensors and car alarms across the area as a couple more booming impacts had people rush outside to witness the disturbance. The unlikely trio looked up and were horrified to see the big brown eyes staring down at them, or rather the skyscraper next door. The young giantess was a sight to behold, acres of dark skin on a fit body, as she knelt down with no way of hiding or caring about her obvious nudity. With her anatomy on full display, the rumors were true and that the titanic trixie was very aroused by her situation. A seven story slit stared down at the top of the overshadowed skyscraper, as the underside of her ass and thighs surely weighed more than any structure could bear. Her dark brown skin was speckled with countless victims of her play, most notably lines of flattened vehicles from her sitting on the bridge minutes before. These trinkets were dwarfed by the woman who was unaware or uncaring of their presence, as the blinking clearance light on top of the tower was living on borrowed time as the giantess lowered herself at the building. A metallic groan high above stunned the tiny pedestrians watching at street level as soon the vast wet lips parted ways and reached the pinnacle roof of the KOIN building. The trio in front of the auditorium stood too shocked to move as the hungry cunt devoured floor after floor of the building with a trembling, slurping sound.

Like a natural disaster bearing down on them, they sought shelter indoors, but the shaking meant choosing where to go could have disastrous effects. Upper levels shook more and lower had lots of items clattering about. There were no easy choices, but as chunks of rubble pelted the crowded streets for blocks around, these decisions had to be made by hundreds of people. A couple thousand more were already trapped by stuck elevators or in buildings contacting her skin. These toppled spectacularly into crowded streets, obscuring them with dust. Ample, thick ebony skin blocked out the light but still obscured in the haze until it was nearly upon pedestrians in business suits covered in gray dust or in ride shares. All but a fortunate few escaped this fate as the thundering cunt touched down. All at once a thousand voices cried out in pain and were immediately silenced, mind one of pleasure. A trio in the lobby now behind closed doors of the auditorium atrium saw the crowded plaza and intersection before them vanish. Traffic, street and headlights all were replaced by a viscous hot pink slab of flesh, as a quarter mile above a soft, amplified feminine moan meant contact was made. Even those not likely flattened were in for a horrific show when nearby cars flipped from the moist wind from her impact, people on sidewalks maimed or killed and all knocked over by blast. The fate of the building within her was a mystery as a muffled grinding concrete could faintly be heard as Sanctity probed the captured shrunken skyscraper. A notable white froth had started seeping and gushing from her inner skin across crackled asphalt streets and concrete sidewalks. A slurping cleared the air for the moment but put on a gruesome spectacle as it revealed just one lone skyscraper only to the fifth floor and, well, nothing else. Several blocks away was the edge of the crater her shapely ass had left, completely flattening all in contact with her soft skin. It was already a massacre and the giantess above them was only heating up. A few clattering metal carcasses fluttered down, as only a few of the hundreds of vehicles stuck to her dry skin. On her moist labia it was a tad more crowded as in plain sight for the tiny survivors were dozens of crushed taxis and busses, and most terrifying of all were writhing bodies of those truly in the wrong place. Several of these were stuffed between the hardened building exterior and her suffocating vaginal walls fifty feet above the slick, hard ground in a no win situation.

In a moment of bliss and clarity, Sanctity recounted the day in her mind as she closed her eyes post orgasm. Thoughts of what she had done, and why on earth did she do it? She had reduced a neighborhood to a pile of gooey rubble and her own cum. Sure it felt amazing, and yes her plan to fertilize, foster less urban heat islands and more plant life was a benefit, but it was so barbaric too. In her inner struggle, occasional tingles from the neighborhoods still settling under the goosebumps on her smooth skin distracted her as another stimulus was about to surprise her. It was a blimp, saying Goodyear in yellow letters, with something else she had to truly squint to see, but surprisingly they were letters. At first, her lizard brain considered popping the nuisance but the slow screed read out words that she could barely recognize at her size, and the airship was addressed to her.

It said “SANCTITY, IF YOU CAN READ THIS WINK TWICE”.

She was unsure what the ploy was, but after her orgasmic adventures she knew that she held all the cards and figured that she was game. Tingles within her vast cunt shot up her spine resulting in the involuntary expulsion of ground up cars, building debris and corpses from the liquefied skyscraper. The accompanying post orgasmic winks were in light of this fact, as these tinies must be surely aware of what was at stake communicating with a woman on board an airship the size of a piece of candy for her. The rotors were so faint on the bitty toy that she could barely hear it, as usual it was near silence at her height which helped clear her mind a little as she did her loins far below. More words followed, eventually directions that had to be simple due to the limited capacity for letters on her truly captivated audience's cozy blimp. They mentioned a stadium but she was cloy and played dumb, pointing to several purposefully chuckling how much the poor tiny person had to write. Was for a time just considering popping it and going on her merry way, but then it piqued her interest beyond normal. Not just anyone was on board, but it had a quote that lingered as someone was involved who she personally knew. The last words of the third message stating the name of the stadium were,

"FOLLOW US TO PROVIDENCE PARK, SUNSHINE DAYDREAM.”

Almost right away she knew that Jeremy had something to do with this ploy, if not within the tiny blimp next to her. Good thing the entire thing was not cruising through her esophagus right now she reassured herself. Looking down at the puddle between her smooth ebony thighs, Sanctity saw some of the tiny insects in life and death struggles near the edges of her overwhelming nectar, her big brown eyes then darting back up at the blimp to let them know she was aware of what her capabilities were. Peeling her engorged labia and wet skinny ass from the goop she had reduced several city blocks into, the tiny rigid airship was left behind, down by her imposing cunt. She once again thought about smearing them against her inner skin but did not want to hurt Jeremy, as even a playful shunt to her new height might mangle the fragile little thing. Instead she imposed,

“I’m still waiting up here, like I know which way the puny soccer stadium is.”

She was aware of the MLS team but had never taken an interest in sports much, aside from showing off her American football skills earlier using the naval warships. After what seemed like ages the little toy made it to chest level stating,

“WE CANNOT HEAR YOU, USE SIGNS.”

They both knew she had a father who was hard of hearing so she knew a few signs, but her grand gestures would still be hard to understand from such a miniature point of view. While her latest sexscapade put her less than a mile from their desired destination, it was the lumbering blimp listed over some densely populated areas. The LED board read

“PLEASE STEP WITH CARE”

but she made it abundantly clear who was in charge by aiming her 400ft long soles wherever she pleased as she almost shuffled her feet. Smiling intently at her little friends as her peds leveled dozens of buildings, she purposefully buried the parking lot and news vans of channel 8 under her toes while her heel squashed all eight lanes of the busy I405. Standing tall above the facility now, she dropped to her knees in another cataclysm, moving so abruptly that she watched the wind generated from her body cause the Goodyear blimp to bobble and destabilize. Proudly, she felt her soles in the sun, cooled by puddles of red fluids and peeling, silver two dimensional rectangles. Finally at the stadium, her tight slit was aimed menacingly down at the many shops and restaurants as tiny people who were unaware of the government plans were caught exposed as the aroused young woman radiated humid heat from her attractive expansive body. As the tiny trinket finally settled back at eye level once more, she was surprised by the squeaking sounds coming from the stadium speakers, as the large scoreboard also lit up and displayed messages. At first it was clerical, but suddenly her interest was piqued as the mites and those in control changed the script on the bureaucrats and the world itself thereafter.

In the upper floors of the Koin tower, death crept in from all sides, powered inexplicably by the vaginal muscles of a 23 year old Liberian-American girl. As her cervix sank down, the pressure along with the flooding torrent of her inexhaustible juices reached a head, as the ceiling bowed downwards then collapsed. With the brute force of the millions of tons of woman bearing down on them, level after level simply collapsed as Sanctity inserted the building with reckless abandon. As the lights failed and emergency illumination barely offered vision to the horrific scope of the gushing pussy juice, tiny janitors and guards clambered over one another, fighting for air. In the penthouse suite office of one CEO, a gush of the horny titaness’s love fluid tore away the entire corner of the building, smearing the huddled office workers between the cruel girl’s skin and the cracked building exterior. Her nectar rushed down stairwells turning them into searing waterfalls as those trapped in elevators suffered cruel endings. The goop poured down the shafts collapsing the roofs on the seized elevator cars, drowning more victims as other brakes failed and the entire conveyances plummeted to the lobby in sickening crashes. All entrances and exits from the building were quickly being made impassible as well as the gravity of her copious cum broke revolving doors and smashed through glass windows. It was soon a knee high torrent, flooding the surrounding streets in advance of the pussy lips of the ebony goddess. Pressurized pussy juices got into cracks, further weakening the structure as a mighty moan above was immediately followed by inward crumbling walls. Reaching the widening portion of the building, the giantess had less use for interfering upper half of the skyscraper ending hundreds of lives with only a vaginal clench.

Feeling this bigger lower half wobble and drenched as chunky cum boulders broke windows and bombarded the plaza. This also impacted people watching from the sidewalk and roads below. Not wanting to lose the bulk of her toy so fast, she blasted past over a dozen floors blocking the view of anything but her skin for many terrified accountants and micromanagers. An avalanche of nectar covered concrete, furniture and bodies wasn't the only terror, as the vast underside of her thighs and ass obliterated and knocked over blocks of structures. Taller buildings toppled onto smaller ones and crowded streets, the impact zone multiple neighborhoods. Parking garages, shopping centers and shops all met the same, flattened fate almost lost on the giantess who concentrated on the carnage her cunt wrought. As the shapely black butt came in for a landing, dozens of seemingly fortunate people were about to be trapped between the valley between the towering thighs of the goddess. Others who were waiting in their cars or exiting the KOIN center were about to be too close to the action as several were crushed by cum soaked chunks of the building Sanctity’s pussy was devouring. People running between the two lanes of gridlock and parked vehicles looked up in time to witness their demise as the dark pussy lips descended with horny indifference. As her inner thighs smothered a ten story parking garage and several apartment buildings, her wet lower lips finally made contact messily crushing all the searing flesh touched. All the tiny traffic and people were squished under her spreading labia which spilled over sidewalks and hugged the halved skyscraper within her. A tiny couple outside the Keller Auditorium were knocked over by a humid gust of wind when a clit the size of a drug store sloppily landed on the crowded intersection before them. Those on the sidewalk out front of the center were spared by feet as the row of parked CUVs and vans were not so fortunate. A sudden reversal of the winds brought them towards these ghostly reminders of the city silenced as the giantess peeled herself from the ruined roads. Inside the lobby a dewy twilight returned after blobs of her cum invaded from the landing zone. The whole plaza which vanished reemerged as a changed cityscape was seen though imploded windows and doors. The horny ebony giantess above them was far from finished and had more fingerwork to do, as the tide began to come in and the hundreds of people in the skyscraper were about to be flushed out in a cruel manner.

It had taken ages, the journey had several harrowing moments and times of luck, but they finally arrived at their moving target. Some of the routes he had taken earlier while in FBI cars and even one of the precinct stations themselves had been blown to bits by his giantess friend jogging past. When she ran by, the dirigible almost crashed due to the massive amounts of air she had displaced, and now the danger about to reveal itself was the young woman herself. Just in case she got any ideas Jeremy, and the professor formed a plot to let her know it was her friend in control of the board. Finally, the wary blimp pilot approached the towering black torso from behind, as her arm muscles tensed in an unseen but knowable action. Under the dark shadow of her round ass cheeks was only one structure, as many city blocks surrounding it had been leveled by her hovering booty. This tortured monolith had only five floors visible and soaked with Sanctity’s gushing vaginal fluids. A sudden blur of ebony in motion filled their view as the giantess fully inserted the remains of the skyscraper, and started to cum. Loud, haunting moans were heard through the windows of the airship and for miles around, as Sanctity ground whole neighborhoods out of existence riding her orgasm to the detriment of society. The entire cabin crew looked rather embarrassed for what they had witnessed and tepid about approaching such a sensual goddess for at least a few moments. Over the radio, they were forewarned by higher authorities that if and when she could be returned to her original size, the war crimes tribunal itself would make for a good copy. This bothered Jeremy, as the person they were talking about deep down must still be the friend he had before she became a demonic goddess of death and a touch of sensuality stirred feelings amongst other fringes of society. If they were truly insects to her, some were scared into believing that a supreme queen above a matriarchal society serving her might be in their best interests. None, however, could know how or where the unquestioned power could be challenged whether being able to reduce her size or topple her, if not by another being of similar stature.

As they rounded her jutting breasts, bits and pieces of her previous play remained stuck to her sticky, sweat gleaming skin. There too was a bruised and battered commuter rail train, with many broken windows revealing what in a blur looked to be bloodied faces of survivors just clinging to life. All around her skin were the occasional twisted chassis of some flattened vehicle, or the smaller specks of a red spot surrounding twisted garments. Hundreds of people never had a chance to escape her, and worst case they could be next as every inch inside and out of Sanctity’s body was a vista of deadly beauty. Far below at street level the usual hustle and bustle had a snow day, though the white avenues and boulevards were devoid of traffic, or trees, signs or sidewalks. Feminine leakage had completely smothered the roads for blocks around, drowning hundreds in the thick sludge. Finally ready, he keyed out the first words on the caps locked font. He knew he had to direct her back to the MLS park he had heard of but had yet to see a game at. He’d been to a few Portland Beavers games growing up over the years before the team became troubadours to warmer climes in Tucson and El Paso. The first test was her current cognition as the doctor on the ground did his best to relay her vital signs and eye focus along with a lip reader on who did their best to see what Sanctity said but could make no promises on a mouth that could swallow the blimp they rode in whole. He typed a simple test to wink twice, but should the subject feel threatened or simply bored, it would be curtains for them. Luckily it worked, sixty-foot-long sharp looking long lashes bounced beyond an expansive eyelid. Not knowing if she even knew the location of the park, they put the first task they asked of the all-powerful being before them, a simple escort mission to Providence Park Stadium. Next, he threw in a lyrical reference to one of the bands she knew he listened to at the time, he was worried about someone noticing but was able to slip it in and he was in for a treat. Jeremy saw her pool sized eyes light up in recognition of the phrase from one of the songs he played when around this enlarged Liberian American beauty. Her words rattled the instruments onboard, and he asked her to mime signs or just moved her lips and whisper, as unfortunately her vocal cords were enlarged to the point of being rendered useless for anything except the ultimate sonic attack. It still seemed the request that she step lightly fell on deaf ears, as several soon to be flattened victims paid the ultimate price. Once there, the professor and himself would deviate from the script in a subtle manner as they went, maximizing their advantage over the situation as they could, but the ultimate power for now was solely Sanctity’s to wield.

Minutes earlier back on the river, the would-be fisherman was about to have a much more overpowering but similar aroma douse him and his helpless ride. Through a few coiled pubic hairs attached to a young woman unaware of his presence, the twisted shell of his SUV had a shrouded but clear view of the man’s closest brush with death on the day. A strained steel bending sound from below meant the sheagle had landed, namely on the clearance light and hefty antenna above the Koin center building. This flimsy protuberance was no match for the mighty labia below him, as it was dispatched before he heard those soft but deadly lips start to slide down over the roof of the building. From his angle, it was nearly impossible to see the action, but the sounds and smells along with the Sanctity’s expression as she stared past him said enough. That and the sinking motion was all he needed to know that at least one building was having a bad day. Still, the skyscraper was not alone as he looked down at the vast plains of Sanctity’s smooth thighs. Muscles tensed and twitched perceivably to someone who was at such a small scale compared to the giant woman, as the leg smothered familiar neighborhoods. As he got closer to the busy city streets, he could see the mayhem the horny goddess was causing. Swarms of fellow citizens who were on the receiving end of the ebony twentysomething’s love cowered in fear as headlights dimly shone in the great shadow. Muffled under dozens of feet of flesh, he could almost hear internal air bubbles being displaced as the titans' tight pussy convulsed upon its prey. Other structures could be heard now as the giant woman got lower to the ground, from his vantage point trapped in her coiled pubic hairs the tiny man saw that it appeared she would just miss the auditorium, but chunks of the shrinking building within her bombarded crowded streets. Huge puffs of smoke scattered and rolled vehicles obliterating people. It was hard to stomach, but pungent searing cunt juices broiling below had him tearing up for other reasons. A wet thunk was soon followed by a moan and crunch within. This was followed by a sludge oozing down the building below as Sanctity sank. Having just crushed half a skyscraper inside her vagina, the horny woman went to finish the job. The resonance of the windows and exterior were washed over by a steady flow of her bodily fluids, the entire plaza was already buried up to ten feet deep in the gunk. The more filling portion of the building slowed her down, but the streets immediately surrounding her labia were doomed. First the trees splintered but as the micro man neared the ground, he suddenly could hear the screaming. Almost all was silenced with a sickening metal mulching crunch. Several anguish moans filled the periphery, but a louder, feminine one rang out as Sanctity seemed to only have her loins fueled by this carnage.

Peeling her sticky skin from the base of the building, the man could see her labia littered with debris. Mangled cars and pickups, waste bins, benches and dozens of broken, writhing bodies, as the cracked streets were clean outside the occasional cum soaked wrecks and spraying stolen hydrants. The fountains of water could do little to wash away the buckets of mucousy love juice pouring from the giant girl's cunt, as a silent but deadly hand blocked out the sun. While thankful he could not see what happened to the writhing corpses on the giant woman’s lower lips, rubbing her clit nearby thrummed his entire suspended SUV. Her breathing grew labored when something gave and burst forth from within the aroused woman. As the Koin center imploded and collapsed the giantess slammed her slit down onto the carnage and ground out an orgasm turning several city blocks into a muddy mess. In between her towering thighs, another torrent was unleashed upon hundreds of screaming people, not that he could hear any over Sanctity’s heavenly voice. The warmest gush replaced the city streets in a roiling white tide of love juice. It rose to third story windows as it lapped at the walls of structures and buried masses of people. A few tiny box trucks and buses bobbed at the surface, but these buoyant metal boxes soon sank to a damned fate as anyone nearby surely drowned in humiliating fashion. A few smaller buildings even collapsed as a Shell station was overwhelmed following a 7-Eleven across a crowded intersection. He could see the crowd running, many too late or trying to help comrades whose shoes became trapped followed by legs etc. It spread down entire streets, and flowed into broken windows as most stores, shops, banks and garages became death traps. It seemed like the Keller auditorium across the street from where her clit landed had miraculously survived the flood, with pigeons bearing no olive branches replacing the doves. As the advancing sea of nectar slowed, the man soon had one more thing he thought he could hear above questioning his own sanity, before he was forcibly given a better view for a moment. His Firestones had not touched the concrete garage which Sanctity grew out of, or any pavement for hours now being trapped in her pubic hairs, but he had traveled many miles before spotting a Goodyear while still in a daze.

The Koin building had a lobby that was unremarkable in most ways. Small eateries were tenants in lower floors and there were no real underground parking garages as many lots were located nearby. It was built with natural disasters in mind, even man-made ones were within the realm of possibility. On this day in 2018 however, this one-woman wrecking crew ensured that the survival rate would dip below any action previously foreseeable. The highest floors had already taken the brunt, as the cunt greedily devoured them imploding the upper stories of the building into a goopy mass of debris. It squirted down elevator shafts, breaking the brakes sending screaming people down hundreds of feet to their doom. The lobby itself was fast becoming a war-zone, chunks of slobbery debris surrounding revolving doors. The view of the streets was a little better on the second and third floors, as office workers watched in terror while the people on the sidewalks were suddenly cowering. The nearby buildings and parking garages were exploding as the heavy weight of the dark brown skin overpowered them. Even from the smell of their assailant, they knew this easy way out would not be their fates, as they heard elevators slam past. Soon stairwells became waterfalls, doors pushed in unleashing gallons of pungent pussy juice all over the linoleum floors. It knocked over cubicles and computer desks, office chairs were rolled with yard sticks like gondolas in Venice. Suddenly, windows were burst inwards and a pink, writhing mass of skin denied them daylight. Further up in the soggy remains of the building, those still alive would never see natural light again, their world shrinking inwards from the tensing inner muscles of the horny giantess. The fully aroused mountain of a woman was gushing sexual fluids into the upper floors. In the dim emergency light, panicked office workers felt their ears popping as the pressure rose the higher the floor, and that from the busted windows streams of goop wetted dress shoes and heels. Creaks and cracks shook the entire skyscraper as big schisms appeared on drywall and cement columns as the entire structure was under tremendous pressure. After the mammoth pussy touched down on the ground far below, those on the upper floors heard the rushing torrents down stairwells as waterfalls of lust fell down elevator shafts. The walls themselves started to seep womanly cum through the growing cracks, it was as if Sanctity herself was slowly absorbing the entire building. While the thrumming of the rise and fall that was expected ceased while their hapless structure was fully inserted, a strange, sticky, rubbery sound occurred outside the cocoon of fleshy curtains resonating louder and louder, coinciding with a booming tenor of the beast’s heartbeat.

As the giantess rubbed her clit, the terrified people stuck inside the shrinking skyscraper could only hope against hope she would grow bored, but of course this was unlikely as her climax was nigh. In the lobby a crowd gathered as people were unsure if they should stay in the building or rush outside, but a sudden influx back into the building showed the right move for the moment as suddenly the world went dark. With a metal wrenching thoom which shook the entire skyscraper, Sanctity’s thick vulva engulfed the entire facility. A sudden inwards burst of globs of her thick nectar pushed past the tall windows on the first floor and flooded the entire atrium. To the surprise of the survivor's daylight returned but to a vastly changed landscape. Instead of the parked cars, traffic and pedestrians all that remained was cracked, slick pavement, as the giantess paused around the fifth floor the carnage was hanging just outside the windows on dark pussy lips. Those on the other side of the building could see vast distances as she withdrew as the titanic ass had crushed scores of buildings and streets when her vagina touched down. Pausing at the fifth floor above the deafening silence a feminine moan arose. Seismic thrusting and sloshing of her huge pillar fingers rubbing her oversized clit, the young woman worked herself into an orgasmic frenzy. Those workers on the battered fifth floor had half of their views replaced by the pungent feminine skin, oozing with the remains of trapped 2d vehicles, trees, and ghastly twitching people. Sanctity fingered herself furiously, as those closest to the spigot were about to either drown or get thrown out the windows of top floors. Hearing the roar of the giantess cumming, the tide came in through the liquefied center of structure pushing out. In the lobby it was already becoming inundated. Some would drown as love juice poured out of all windows in the remaining five floors, which surely would kill all on the premises, but she made sure of it by grinding her wet cunt into the imploding remains of the Koin center. No longer needing to finger herself, Sanctity removed her finger from her clit as opaque fluid filled lungs, drowning most people but the rest came to a crushing end as all was obliterated under her moist flesh. As the giantess ground her hot cunt back and forth against the source of pleasure, her orgasm subsided but not without a lingering disaster. A few thousand people were flattened in the neighborhoods under her ass and thighs, multiple office blocks, parking garages, hotels, and stores all leveled with no survivors. In the channel between her great ebony thighs, the sudden vaginal deluge had cataclysmic consequences of their own.

The starry-eyed trio of players stood under the awning of the Keller Auditorium watching the horny goddess having her way with a skyscraper. The shadow cast by her heavenly body was imposing as heat radiated off her ample flesh. The building across the street, once an imposing edifice, was showing less than a tenth of its original 500 ft height, as the rest of the structure was inside the colossal cunt if intact at all. The five visible floors were in rough shape, exterior walls cracked and smeared with copious amounts of love juice, windows and chunks of exterior walls missing, it did not take a structural engineer to realize the building was not going to last much longer. Looming above the security guard, usher and flutist, huge ebony fingers stirred an imposing clit as a soft moan resonated through the acoustic halls of the auditorium, they were next to. The streets closest to the giantess were devoid of life, but were alive with Sanctity’s royal jelly, as it flowed freely from the pathetic remains of the neighboring structure. In the valley between the towering smooth thighs, people on the crowded streets were too mystified to run which proved to be a deadly mistake as the giant young woman whipped herself into a frenzy. As thick goop covered the street and lapped over the curb towards the sidewalks, the trio retreated deeper into the building by the folding chairs and tables for the concert venue. As the woman retrieved the case with her flute in it, the walls thrummed with the orgasmic yelps of the horny goddess, as suddenly all objects not affixed to the ground leapt feet into the air. The building had been breached, as down every aisle streams of steamy pussy juice surged in upon Sanctity’s impact with the ground and subsequent internal collapse of the KOIN center. The flutist was helped by the two gentlemen as they all climbed past tumbling tables and chairs, as the lower bowl quickly started to fill. With three sets of ruined shoes the older woman abandoned her musical instrument, as Sanctity’s love juice had already rendered it useless. A loud grinding sound coming and going indicated the end of the skyscraper along with dozens of other structures, as small white frothy waves formed and pushed into their building.

Outside on the busy streets, any short means of escape ended in spectacular fashion as the remains of the tower became a five-story fountain as the giant woman hit her high note. The reality of the situation was suddenly known as her cum collapsed the remains of the soggy building into a tidal wave of passion. To make matters worse, the steaming pussy and ass slammed back to earth, mulching anyone who tried to take the shortcut to safety under her arching thighs. The ebony giantess’s flow was seemingly endless, as major boulevards, eateries and a Mercedes dealership were quickly overrun by searing vaginal fluids. All was replaced by an inland sea of white, hundreds of people drowning unless they made it to the second or even third floors of buildings. A couple of unfortunate apartment buildings even collapsed into the gooey mess, as they were already weakened by the orgasmic tremors and her juices simply displaced the foundations until the buildings were no longer structurally sound. Inside the auditorium, the chances of survival seemed dim as the pussy juice roared in, but the usher whom had worked in the facility for many years had an ace in his sleeve. He ushered the trio up a hidden VIP ramp to the mezzanine. Their pant legs were soggy, but they were safe for now, the smell of the giant woman's lust mixed with oil from pulverized machines wafted their way. The musician, guard and attendant were all trapped in the suite until the tide subsided. Looking out from their vantage point down at the auditorium, it was obvious that nothing was buoyant enough to survive the deep sludge. Of the dozen colleagues that they had around the building, none would be recovered for almost a week in time. A few folding chairs and tables did break the surface, but just sat in the Jello mold like surface tension. As days later pumps trying to clear last globs failed, shovels and dump truck beds hauled off the light brown sexual fluids in hastily commissioned landfills. While they were essentially trapped, the booming footsteps and dark shadow of the horny giantess sauntered off. Rescue would not occur until days later, emerging to a new world. The Koin tower was simply gone, just an unrecognizable thirty-foot jumbled mound of broken bodies and mushy concrete.

Sanctity was only somewhat mindful of the Jeremy adjacent Goodyear blimp as she slowly followed the tiny airship. She steps off in some previous footsteps to the river, but scowls down at them with a devilish grin as she wades onto the fresh, opposite shore. Once there she almost loses track of the intimidated blimp as more structures and vehicles yield to her bare soles. Looking back at her ass shaped cum choked puddle, should they attack her they knew what the stakes were. Something inside her mind urged her on, past and current pleasure in her mind. Seeing small, coin sized satellite dishes and little white rice sized vehicles meant she would give the news a glamor shot of her toes. Purposely landing her heel on a congested highway, Sanctity squirmed her five digits, crumpling metal against cracking asphalt. The pathetic plea to mind her steps was impactful but ineffective. Still, she did stop short of the building and lowered her heel slowly onto the roadway. But all parties knew no matter where she stepped there was no chance everyone could flee her feet placement. It was only a few steps to the pathetic stadium, swiftly stooping down towards the tiny pitch, looking like a soup bowl with a grassy green rectangle inside. Freshly smoldering footsteps behind her, she knew she may have taken things a bit too far. Trying to get a word in edgewise it seemed like the scoreboard turned to life and the microphones were checked, though she was asked to sign, which she only knew a few, mainly revolving around bathrooms and eating. When she had partaken in either of these it had been to the effect of mass casualty events. Still, there were hundreds, maybe thousands of people in her digestive tract, and several other corpses likely in the rubble in her inner folds; there had been casualties, but still the bugs tried to sway her.

Even her friend who was supposedly here now might not be on the level, but she had always trusted his better judgment when she wasn’t a half mile of horny giantess, so she had a few ideas. And what she said now goes, but it would help to have some friends among the tinies. After the boring warmup period a devious thought crossed her mind. How long would it take to fill the stadium if she were to relieve herself into it? As she drew up the complex physics computations in her mind, she looked at the outdated projection scoreboard. She chuckled a little to herself at the idyllic imagery of flowers with the words "plz relax" flashing across the screens as if it would somehow tamp down her actions. If Jeremy was onboard, she would want to send him a signal she was eager to hear what he had in mind, but after her mighty sex devoured the skyscraper minutes earlier, it stirred up a hunger in her own digestive system. Remembering the time that they had spent together, there was always one guilty pleasure she had had, that he was averse to, and the tiny purple logo wearing building was close enough to where she was kneeling to easily be within her grasp. Undermining the fun sized Hershey bar like structure, Sanctity simply brought the Taco Bell along with a chuck of the parking lot snagging two cars in the diagonal spots. She whispered, forgetting the whole signing suggestion,

“Sorry about that, I have been working up quite an appetite back there, and you just know how I love to play dollar cravings menu bingo.”

Unaware that the value eats would meet their demise at the end of 2018, Sanctity quickly tossed the entire building onto her undulating tongue. Part of her hoped Jeremy would appreciate the dark humor of his least favorite restaurant being sacrificed would be enough of a hint that she was looking for his help. Snapping her jaws shut, she chewed her tiny morsel as her huge teeth made quick work of the fast-food eatery. While not the same flavor profile as her fave crave mini Fritos burrito, she picked an ‘onion’ out of her teeth upon swallowing the liquefied building remains. Holding the shattered remains of a saliva-soaked sedan between her fingernail and her thumb, Sanctity placed this idle threat on the turf of the stadium to remind them just what they meant to her now. She was growing bored, there were too many problems with the audio feed, and she preferred to read whether print or digital, the written word was eternal. Just as she waited to see what pleas the fleas had for their new goddess; some surprising messages scrolled across the digital board of the blimp hovering close by her glorious ebony body. Sanctity felt some scratches in her throat that were either dissolving building fragments, or several people dressed in the last outfits they would want to wear to their funerals twitching in Sanctity’s mucus and saliva. The words in their little halogen lights read

“SANCTITY, THIS IS JEREMY, DIRCTLY.”

Typical fat fingers she noted on her bug-sized chum as usual. It continued,

“WE & PROF ON BLIMP, HUMBLY ASK AMNETY AND SAFE PASAGE”

Now she was intrigued, if there was a script they must be deviating from it, maybe those were hints, but surely, they were taking a risk and had to be protected if so.

“Attention insects here, and worldwide” as she turned towards the helicopters hovering at safe distances. “Read my lips, if anyone, ever harms anyone on this blimp, my vengeance will reshape this puny planet until I deem it redeemed. I call the shots around here now, all plans now run through me. Either shape up or lose access to the third-dimension compliments of my size 7 sole!”

Hoping for a positive response from Jeremy, there was a pause, if not a struggle on the blimp. She would not be guilted out of this easily, she told herself, as Sanctity was aware that she had done some terrible things in the past few hours, but she was attacked first and unaware herself of the nature of her struggle. Maybe she should have stayed put, but where was the fun in that? It took many hours for them to put this plan in place, but not before the president must have given orders to attack her. Still, there had never been any reason to head east leveling several states flat as a pancake, so the White House was not in her crosshairs, yet. One last message that her micro friend displayed was quoted from a movie they would watch together. As a famous rat once stated, it simply read

“CHANGE IS NATURE.”

Being pressed against the radiant ebony goddess’s skin with a thin layer of conductive crinkled aluminum felt like a humid, industrial oven. They could almost smell the pheromones as they pulsed by in her wet upper chest. The clavicle below dwarfed their puny craft, and if she got enough momentum going, they train cars would surely crumple like gum wrappers against her. Luckily no man was there as if she were to make love the missionary motions alone could have killed them. After her perky breast made a hanging parking garage and police station one congealed catastrophe, she went upright as her cunt below took aim at a skyscraper after her river catwalk. Close enough to loudly hear and feel her rapid breaths, the gigantic young woman was not hiding what she intended to do. The humidity and moisture content on the slippery train cars increased tenfold as contact was made. Hearing her peeling, splayed labia putting extreme down-force on a skyscraper would affect them in horrible ways, 1,000ft from the saucy action. Her moan rattles the metal as the resonating boom rung eardrums, and the volume increased as she leaned further onto the structure. Some were afraid the train cars or couplings would loosen with the sound and vibrations of Sanctity’s voice alone, but miraculously they clung on as little streams and waterfalls formed from beads of sweat. Hearing her thighs impacting buildings below turned the heat to 11, then a truck sized bead rushed past. It was not long after one of these liquid meteors impacted the stricken locomotive, taking two commuters with it as their gurgling screams were heard until they fell to their demise in a sweat droplet off her exposed elbow. Several other would-be survivors met their terrible fate as at least the giantess stopped jostling, but as she whipped her pussy into a frenzy below, this lack of motion only helped more sweat gather. Nearing climax, all who could hold onto the sometimes-snapped grab bars tightly in the passenger cars, several unfortunate people near the lowest car suddenly gasped for air, as the bodily fluids converged, drowning seven people in the salty deluged train. The last thing they would hear was a window breaking moan a couple hundred feet away, as those on board watched through teary eyes as this coincided with a gushing flood.

Sanctity’s orgasm could be seen filling the grid, consuming dot-sized people below leaving intersecting white lines as even vehicles and trees were smothered. Just when they thought things would calm down, the great vagina slapped the soggy remains of the district, sloppily grinding her ass across multiple city blocks. The woozy survivors of the giant woman's pleasure were in for a shock as it had been seemingly hours since they last had contact with anyone on the ground. A weird, buzzing blimp seemed to materialize out of the ether, reading messages for the giantess. They were short blurbs, but a welcome reprieve to the terrible spectacle and to lick their wounds. A slick peeling sound reverberated through decimated streets and alleyways, as Sanctity removed them and herself from the situation. It almost looked like the Goodyear blimp was going into a death spiral due to the winds off the steaming, horny giantess. Upon the new view, one businessman with a broken arm and cracked vertebra realizes he is near the office but had a day off. Unaware that the building she rode and crushed in her cunt was the one he worked before the world changed. Standing at her full height, the familiar sight of her inflicting maximum destruction with her proportionally size seven feet returned. The stiff breeze from her motions were nice enough, as they were heading towards the soccer stadium. Those in the know were thankful there was no game today, as if so, the uninhibited girl could easily have devoured tens of thousands of people without coming close to filling the vast stomach under the taught, smooth dark brown skin acreage of tummy. Still, there was concern that she had already swallowed so many men, machines and buildings, likely digesting in a lake of her stomach acids that they would be dessert for the insatiable giantess. The Taco Bell she hungrily munched did not allay those fears as the lump vanished down her delicate throat like many others. Barely able to hear the crackle of the speakers, the blimp displayed ever stranger more cryptic messages before the young woman herself spoke in her booming voice. From there, the adventure was on, as the giantess set off with the blimp in tow, taking the train riders to an unknowable fate.

The look on Sanctity’s huge face was one of near boredom as she had to slowly follow the Goodyear blimp with Jeremy onboard to the soccer stadium. A sudden smirk is sourced from a well-placed footstep covering a news station parking lot and busy highway causing Jeremy and a few FBI field agents to wince. It was still just a game for her, one she dominated. Finally arriving at the stadium, the pilot of the airship almost lost the craft again when the rush of Sanctity’s statuesque body blasted past them into a kneeling position. Once resting, it was surreal hovering there. Jeremy’s entire southern view was an ebony wall of human skin completely blocking where they came from, his friend’s nudity in raw detail. Her magnitude was shown by the bits and pieces of her play still stuck to her skin as the stadium audio came online. Pieces of rubble and car parts dotted her skin before the battered train hung proudly around her neck. Further down, the ghostly outline of a squashed city block dressed her perky breast in gray dabs from pulverized buildings and on her dark brown areola were specks of color from the parking garage. Intimidating voids of pupils locked on and studied the tiny blimp, causing anxiety to creep aboard the dirigible. The fears were proven when she grabbed an entire Taco Bell, lifting it to her grinning face. Then it dawned on Jeremy, she knew how he hated them, though the innocent lives in exchange her actions as usual were over the top. Still, he had a calming feeling that maybe things would work out, that this was a coded sign specifically to him to make his move, as he might have the ultimate ally. Depositing the building and a chunk of parking lot onto her tongue at close range, his giant friend noisily chewed her morsel. Her transformation was complete from the sweet 5-foot young woman in her twenties to a mythical beast, one which showed little regard for her actions. This was punctuated for the tiny cabin crew when her mouth no longer held the restaurant's remains as they slid down her throat. Using a fingernail to pick her teeth, a soggy, gray blob of metal returned that took them a few seconds to recognize as a car. So insignificant to the brown skinned goddess that this everyday object was held on her fingertip as a tiny nuisance like a strawberry seed pulled from her incisors. She deposited her gift into the soccer field as the sound engineers had trouble getting the seasonally idled setup to work. The setup was having difficulty coming online, and his half mile tall friend's eardrums might be too large to make sense of any higher frequency sounds like speech. Still, while he enjoyed the colorful calming graphics, he knew sanctity cared little for such things and could see impatience on her pretty face. As the crackly audio went live, she sarcastically gestured to the massive void of her ear hole, noting her inability to hear tones meant for lesser human ears. The vast array of useless speakers reminded him of the more useful wall of sound era. Those days were long gone, and indeed a new era approached humanity, Jeremy realized. He knew if he, maybe mankind itself were to survive, Sanctity would need some cooperation from the human race without carte blanche subjugation.

The professor and Jeremy decided that the near empty control room with the lip reader, blimp pilot and a lone agent was a good place to commandeer the situation following his giant friend's snack and spiel. The agent himself seemed a tad under-trained for such a unique mission as most others were spread thin trying to dig up dirt and confidants of Sanctity on the ground. In fact, many of his higher-ranking colleagues had already been blown away inside the giant woman’s apartment building she atomized by simply exhaling. Giving each other a nod, Jeremy calmly went off script as the professor locked the door to the cockpit from the inside. He wrote to her directly, not noticing his usual bad grammar as the government officials were stunned when he deviated from the prompter. Asking her for poorly worded amnesty and safe passage, he hopefully awaited her response. While it was too loud to receive, the stunned lip reader looked at them quizzically before the agent could catch on and relayed her message back to them. It seemed the plan had worked, and right under the nose of those on board. The ruse may have been on, but it almost worked too well, as the pilot said he had driven the craft for years since his combat days and could follow the beast so long as she kept her pace leisurely, if not tethered to her. Elated, Jeremy relayed a final message a famous rodent once said. The four other co-conspirators now schemed what would be the most magnanimous action for the FBI agents on board and what the next moves should be. Wanting to buy a little goodwill from the remains of humanity, he vied for a softer approach, as he wanted her to follow the river. But before she left the city, he hoped she’d leave some of her toys untouched, instead for leverage Sanctity simply took them to go.

Sanctity was prepared to leave downtown Portland for a while, but between millions of gallons of her bodily fluids and the pits in the shape of her beautiful body parts, she would be leaving behind a changed city. Looking down at her beaten and battered necklace, she smiled devilishly at the tiny train cars, then back at the floating dirigible nearby. The tiny craft now said to follow it, as it reversed course to the river. Deciding to guess where it was going and not waste time, she stepped onto a fresh patch of buildings and nearly tanked the tiny thing again. She spoke,

“This better not be a ruse, or there will be hell to pay, my little morsels. Hey shrimpy, pokey, blimp, follow me instead!”

It was so annoying having to watch the ponderous pace of the bug sized airship but hopefully it could draft with her. As her feet stepped into the familiar albeit shallow river once more, Sanctity began to take a look at more of the destruction that she had caused. Most glaring was her path there, whole neighborhoods burning far below as tiny debris was scattered on a wide array. She even felt a little remorse for the moment, until she saw the reason her brain seemed to be shouting at her. A blight as far as her eye could see that was more expansive than her own body but topped out around her toes like so much else on this puny planet. The cooling waters once again at least helped her dirt and debris caked soles clean off. Stepping on some of the twisted bridge remains her perfect ass had flattened earlier was also satisfying and came upon several more crowded bridges. She glared down at tiny dots of crowds fearfully watching her, the same people who dared attack her so many times with lethal force for anything less than a true goddess as herself. Sanctity simply smiled at them as she rubbed her clit above, stirring up soggy chunks of the KOIN building she disintegrated inside herself. She found herself getting off on the power and fear, and was not above showing it gladly, but maybe she would be a little less combative going forward if not attacked. Jeremy would be a valuable pal to avoid this constant annoyance, but she would still need to find some source of calories.

Looking to her left as she was traveling the Willamette River, she deviated from her chosen path when an opportunity to assert herself was presented. The morsel the Taco Bell property offered her would have to suffice for now, in reality at her new scale a sugar packet would have held more weighted sustenance. An industrial petroleum facility was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sanctity was annoyed that she even thought of a carbon footprint pun, but she knew what she had to do. Watching the few flaming towers burning methane at a rate she pondered her body might rival, so better even the score now before any future net gains. They were narrow little things, smaller than a blunt and much less appealing. Using her big toe, she simply nudged these as they toppled. She was sure no workers would have time to race to the employee parking lots but moved her left foot over them just in case. Aiming her sole deftly, she never tired of the feeling of the 170 metal bubbles malforming and popping. Her feet were going to need to be cleaned again, the blood of dozens of employees sandwiched between crumbled asphalt and tons of compressed metal marred them. Sanctity soon decided to dirty them much further as she put her right foot forward as the deluge of river water was the only sign those in the fluorescent safety vests had before the sky fell. Tight-roping around the entire facility she reshapes it more familiarly. Each little quarter sized oil filled silo squished nicely. The flames were concerning but smothered when she stepped down, and the skin of her sole was so thick that fire had little chance of harming them. After walking around the expansive facility for a few minutes savoring every step, Sanctity purposely shrunk the remaining portside area down to her shape, looking at the blimp now hovering near her chest. She whispered to the tic-tac sized gondola,

“This is our world now Jeremy, better tell your fellow humans they better shape up, now all this dirty oil has me wanting to make a nice dirt devil since my second winter in the states has been rather snowless in part thanks to their emissions.” Turning her back to the petroleum towers, Sanctity tucked her arms in and did a trust fall.

Sanctity’s rampage had lasted only a few hours, but in that time many thousands had become trapped in failing structures, wrecked vehicles, or even fell onto pavement from feminine winds off the passing giantess. This was in addition to the tens of thousands who were already dead or dying from the giant Liberian woman's movements. Those being digested in her vast stomach or the mangled corpses within her dank vaginal cavity were traveling with the horny goddess in one form or several, but for those who were trapped alive by her horny escapades it was a race against the clock for the rescuers scattered around the city. While these first responders were already at, making their way or sometimes involved in the chaotic scenes, the president while blaming his contemporaries was also summoning a huge response from the national guard. The first disaster area in the suburbs was one of the largest as it was one of the few times her entire body was in contact with the ground, snuffing out not only the parking garage she grew out of, but also the attached apartment building and several roads, businesses and homes in the surrounding area. Those interested in finding some clue to her growth and tracing her steps also focused on this area, but it turned out to be more of a red herring than anything else. From there she crept into the woods for a bit with more tree damage than human collateral damage, but after several attack helicopters found out the hard way not to mess with her, the young giantess turned her attention on the defenseless people at her feet. Still, most areas of destruction were simply her foot, hand or breast prints from which nothing had a chance to be recovered. She moved at such a clip it was almost impossible to get out of her way, and therefore the local responses were to try to rescue whomever they could. This task was near impossible since even the slightest contact with the acres of beautiful dark brown skin collapsed the mightiest of structures, flattened vehicles like tinfoil and simply liquefied bodies. As she picked up momentum, wind damage started to have an effect, though at first not as deadly as human contact, and therefore these victims were some of the first to start showing up in local hospitals and clinics. Getting anywhere was hampered as each footstep was a 400 ft pit that was up to 100 ft deep and 50 meters wide making getting around them near impossible. Even those who were fortunate enough not to be pancaked under her heavenly soles still had to deal with the blasts of displaced air, as well as schisms and cracks radiating out from every step she took. These formed when the ground shifted to support the young woman’s unimaginable weight, as these spiderwebs of chaos swallowed streets and buildings, leading to more rescue and recovery operations.

After draining a lake, many boats and boaters were missing as Sanctity got more intimate with her surroundings. One of the hardest tasks for the environmental agencies would be what to do with the acrid pit of urine she blasted into an active mine, as scattered equipment and bodies floated on the ammonia scented surface. Getting closer to the city, some buildings were missing altogether instead of being crushed or collapsing, as the hungry young woman purposely devoured them, before her genitalia got in on some steamy action. Unlike her crushing feet, an occasional lucky motorists would have their partially accordioned cum soaked car punted from the roadway and land in a ditch as the gargantuan ebony ass passed safety overhead, but these were far and few between as most vehicles and drivers were dragged in crumpling metal wrecks which melted under suffocating labia. Arriving to the north of the city near the Washington border, the giant woman demolished a crowded bridge using her body as an amusement park for those on board and few survivors made it to the islands unscathed. One notable person to survive was driving a large shovel truck in the mines earlier that the precocious young giantess turned into a nipple ring before her bridge sex jarred it loose. Coast guard members had laid back as park rangers arrived from the other direction after the decisive naval battle sprung her loose. From there this final attack unhinged her and the devastation and rescue efforts would truly have to focus on the city of Portland itself as while she purposely left the airport intact, anyone flying out in the coming days would have scenes that would never leave them of the carnage Sanctity’s body brought, and whole flights of rescuers, profiteers and scientist swarmed the decimated city.

The giantess had traveled so far since her time exploding through the parking garage of an apartment complex, and still she was seemingly completely unaware of her companion of the past several hours. Down in the tufted forest of her dark pubic hairs, a tiny man and his decimated SUV were clinging to dear life for the majority of the ordeal. The young ebony woman high above him was working herself into a frenzy, though his view of her horny face was obscured by her shaking palm. Vast enough to wad up his shelter in one of the wrinkles of skin and never know it, her fingers sloshed away below him. A large clit quivered as she rubbed, occasionally catching and spinning some of the ample debris coating them. He was only 10 stories from cracked pavement, as now he could hear the screams of her victims. Some people and taxis were already covered in rubble from buildings collapsing both around and inside his hostess. Her splayed pussy lips parted to the last five stories of the badly faring Koin center. The former skyscraper was a pathetic sight, most windows smeared in sexual fluids and blown in. She had stopped moving laterally for the moment but was building up a storm within her. In a terrible visage, the first floor suddenly sprung to life as the giant woman moaned. Furniture from the lobby along with huge chunks of inner walls washed out into the streets. This torrid fountain of cum flowed from the second and third floors soon, as it was obvious the entire remains of the building were fully saturated. He watched in horror from his upright Ford as Sanctity’s love juices overran the streets, burying screams into gurgles as those below drowned in the sea of passion. Suddenly, he thought the end was there as the ebony giantess slammed down on the crumbling remains of the skyscraper so hard it rendered the tiny man unconscious. As he was knocked out for a spell, the jarring, grinding motions and commotion from the giant pussy nearby caused him to have a nightmare. As the cum in the air was so thick he could taste it, even in his stupor, he felt her body lean forwards. He dreamt that this caused her pubic hairs to brush the ground, shredding him and his truck to pieces. He imagined the young woman weeks later finding his decimated vehicle weeks later in her private area and flicking the remains into the forest in the altered landscape. Instead of this fever dream coming to fruition, he awoke to a near silent daze and wondered if he had really regained consciousness.

He was as close to the ground as he had been in hours, and regained his sense of smell as a calm had overtaken the vicinity as it was smothered in vaginal fluids several meters deep. A curious whirring noise above him brought the middle-aged man’s attention to the last thing he thought he would see. He once again questioned if he had suffered a head injury along the way, as now the Goodyear blimp was trying to communicate with the behemoth beauty. It flashes several messages, and he even picked up on the cue from the Dead song, but hearing the wet labia peeling from the decimated city streets, more thundering footsteps brought them down the river. She seems to aim her steps precisely, obviously taking little heed to the woefully outmatched airship. A local news station parking lot and another crowded highway became fodder for her soles when she arrived at a local MLS stadium. There he got to see direct messages to the giantess trying to reason with her as she crouched over the facility, but he was unsure if her great ears high above could even hear the message when she devours an entire fast-food eatery. After she paused to pick a similarly sized sedan from her teeth, things really began to get interesting. First, the blimp started to read odd messages as the audio had pops and issues from the stadium as the audible pleas seemed to fall on deaf, gigantic ears. Soon, she made one of her longest speeches yet, hurting his feeble ears as the tiny man understands none of it, though the young goddess’s tone seems to suggest her authority. After all the crazy things that happened to the middle-aged fisherman on this day, this almost seemed anticlimactic, as the giantess stood once more. After the blimp alluded to the changed world they were dawning on, the man once again wondered how his predicament would end, as he was whisked a quarter mile above the ground to his uncertain future. Most of all he was sad his cooler packed for a day on the lake was smashed inside his shaken SUV as the giant woman plodded about, costing him any nourishment he might need for the journey ahead. Thinking to himself, if only his Ford was not so damaged, he could shoot and drink the washer fluid through his busted windshield, not that he wanted it to come to that. Lucky for him his adventure would not end up with him having to consume the imitation blue milk after all.

The mood on the airship was a little tense, as while Jeremy and the professor had a couple easy allies in the pilot and lip reader, the two FBI agent handlers were less at ease feeling like the odd men out. The having previously discussed a plan for them on the ride over with the FBI, the federal agents wouldn't be a simple dump and run. They would have help from above and onboard as the pilot was an air force veteran and even against the rules of the Goodyear rubber company, he still had his firearm close by all these years later. Their behavior would ultimately be dictated by the half mile of woman smiling down upon them, before Sanctity began in motion towards the river. With a knowing glance, she brought her foot down on a crowded shopping plaza, leaving them in stunned silence. A step later she reached the river, dislodging tons of debris deep into the riverbed, slightly changing the course of the long tamed American waterway. Many stores, customers, supplies, vehicles and foliage were pressed only inches high. Picked up under her dirty soles, the splash sank a few small boats in the river. The waves reaching shore seemed to have middling impacts on riverside walkways, taking several dots of people into the drink. Many swam back to shore, but not all made it. The airship had a sense of foreboding when she passed her original entryway, as the giant woman looked down the smoldering miles of ruins, as if a tornado could gaze upon its path in the aftermath. On the ground, distant thuds became like thunder on her approach to several embedded people communicating with the blimp. The panic on their end of the line was palpable as on the gondola, the perspective was almost serene. It only added to the absurdity that it was the bedroom gaze of the mad titan whose backside was amplified by its allure. When her smile went away and turned into a scowl, at first, they wondered what they did, when a refinery and storage facility came into view. Disdainfully shaking her head, his giant friend lifted her soaking foot from the waters towards a crowded parking lot. To their utter horror, headlights were seen moving in the shadow of her dangling foot. A savory instant later, she stomped down and they watched a few cars take vicious tumbles through the rows of parked vehicles and light poles. Her wetness was visible as her labia drooled at the carnage.

Luckily, Sanctity seemed more reserved and driven this time, as her walk was into the vast rows of silos stowing explosive fluids. The first few steps ignited with explosions and black smoke billowing around her perfect feet, as cracks and fissures ruptured firing burning fluids onto nearby damaged structures, starting an inferno. Fire trucks were blocks away but she would possess the only bucket that could douse such a conflagration. She had cut the facility down to roughly the size of her shapely body, as with a wink she quickly answered why. Her condescending tone was well matched by her descending body. As her taut ass impacted first, her entire backside ignited everything it touched in a tremendous fireball, which was fed by displaced air. As the rest of the refinery was rendered two dimensional, the fires burned all around the edges of beautiful body as she laid there. Jeremy knew she was no fan of the petroleum industry, and this just further showcased her disdain. Showing a bit of whimsy in the barbaric actions, it had been a particularly snowless February in Portland in 2018, so a rumbling grind on the ground occurred as Sanctity moved her arms and legs. It was blatant viewed from the air that she was doing this for their bemusement as she made a mud devil instead of a snow angel, as the burning materials were momentarily extinguished, but spread once more towards surrounding warehouses. As far as his giant friend was concerned another major contributor to pollution was taken care of by her heavenly form, as Sanctity peeled her back from the mess and looked at her work while still sitting there. Drawing some horns extending into a parking lot from the pit her heavy scalp made on the west end of the facility, she gave a satisfied nod. With her body removed from the depression she had just created, more oxygen rushed in and reignited a massive flame pouring thick black smoke, and the giantess knew this just wouldn’t do. Besides, she wanted to stop the spread before it turned full firestorm, taking out too many more facilities nearby, as she licked her fingers and gave the blimp a savvy smile. If those onboard the blimp were surprised by her latest action knowing full well that they were there, Sanctity’s next in dousing the flames made sure that Jeremy knew his place as well as the rest of the world. Before they moved on towards the Cascades, she let loose a cascade of her own.

Sanctity folded her arms and let herself fall backwards ass first. The ground had been so soft and yielding to all portions of her ebony skin, she worried little about being hurt as her normally 5-foot frame silently tumbled. She stared intently at Jeremy on the blimp as she went down towards the remains of the petroleum refinery, aiming for the only unscathed portion left that she had carved for herself. Indeed, the ground molded easily under her firm butt and thighs, thin structures and pipelines tickling her skin as they crumpled and exploded on contact. Her back, back and rump felt a little wet from the millions of gallons of displaced crude oil as well as several gallons of internal juices with chunks of building fragments still trapped in the moist folds. She had only experienced a few winters in the years since her trip to America, but was entranced by them, building snowmen and snow angels. She had not gotten the chance to this season, as the white stuff seemed to be relegated to the no longer distant peaks of Mt. Hood and St. Helens. Sanctity also marveled at how the fires raged all around her body billowing black smoke into the lower atmosphere. No oxygen could reach the materials beneath her, she realized, and hoped her devilish actions could extinguish the flames before they spread to less polluting industries. While still on her back, she swept her arms and legs out to form her dirt devil as she intended, but this only spread the fire out further, but she intended to complete her artwork. She looked back up at the blimp with the raging inferno all around her with a smug smile on her face. She wanted them to relay this as a warning to humanity about the perils of what she deemed harmful to the environment using Jeremy as a conduit but was aware of the hypocrisy of the pollution being released by her destruction of the facility. As she sat up, she felt warmth as air rushed back into the caldera left by her back; sticky silos and flattened oil tankers clung to her ebony skin. Gazing down at her nude body in all its glory, Sanctity spied her little friends in the trapped necklace train and pondered what to do with them if she were to turn over a new leaf of sorts.

First, she had to finish what she had started, and signed her artwork by giving her apparition horns by digging a deep trench with her finger from the depression her scalp had made. She also noticed a loaded ship by the riverside with what had to be many gallons of fossil fuels coming or going, but the size of the craft reminded her of the navy vessels and would be dealt with as such. Bending down, Sanctity reached for the vessel the length of her forearm moored nearby. Marveling at how truly massive objects held so little weight to her as anchors and chains snapped, water pouring from the hull. Examining the little maroon ship in her hands like one would a model, she wondered how many millions of gallons of crude oil the now dwarfed vessel had transported over the years, how much carbon was contributed to the atmosphere her newly tall body pierced. Shaking her head at the thought, she looked back down at Jeremy on the blimp and gave a sly wink as she turned the entire thing vertical. Tiny lifeboats and items on the deck plummeted into the river far below as Sanctity brought the boat into her cleavage. As the cool, slick metal touched her brown skin, the ship was twice as long as her perky funbags. Using her free hand to push her 300-million-pound breasts against each other, the oil tanker stood no chance as metal conformed and twisted as the wounded ship bled black gold. It was all over in less than a minute, as she let go of the half flattened ship which held firm between her breasts. Sanctity then let her breasts return to shape as the twisted remains of the pathetic boat clanked off her torso into the shallow riverbank with a splash and crash. Looking down at her tailored, devilish imprint, another impish thought crossed her mind as the smoke rose and fires raged on, her bladder gave a hint of wanting to be emptied. Surely those structures near the flames shouldn't burn because of their proximity to the former polluting site. Something rotten was about to occur at several factories and warehouses with workers inside along with loading docks by trucks. As she squatted down in front of the world and her friend, she sighed then let loose her torrent to extinguish the flames in a less than merciful act.

It was incredible that in the span of just a few hours how much damage one individual had wrought, but given the circumstances of her half mile stature, from the moment she grew in the suburbs it would be unavoidable. From that fateful morning at ground zero at the former site of the parking garage was now an ass shaped crater as that same shapely posterior now hovering menacingly over the inferno that would be Sanctity’s final malicious act of the day, local authorities had their work cut out for them over the coming critical hours and beyond. The disaster areas were all around the metropolitan Portland area, collateral damage starting miles outside of the city on state highways in small towns that first caught the burgeoning goddess’s ire. The weight under half a mile of living flesh was more than sufficient to cause damage unlike anything seen outside atomic blasts and meteorites, but much more direct and efficient as it tailored to the whims of the massive being. As the giantess got more comfortable with herself and her surroundings, footsteps and body prints took a sinister turn after helicopters and tanks tried their luck attacking the young woman. From there a lake was drained, office park devoured, a quarry filled with urine and miles of highway ground to bits under her aroused cunt as retribution. Within hours these smoldering ruins were lined with flashing emergency lights of all colors, looking minuscule leading up to the vast footprint or breast indentation Sanctity lent. It was pointless to search any of these chasms, as her weight devastated the ground so thoroughly that it was packed hard like a rock. The difference between a tree, boulder, convenience store or taxicab were all rendered moot, crushed flat, sometimes stuck on her muddy soles for miles of multiple flattening footsteps eventually deposited dozens of feet underground topped by some ridges pressed by her skin. Upon her reaching the water, a long, crowded bridge was the focus of a great concentration of rescuers in the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse, but instead of being able to recover anything, the giant woman put on a horrific sexual show as hundreds tumbled down her slick ebony torso to be smeared into her tall snatch. After she removed her cum soaked crushed car coated fingers, the giant woman seemed to rest as some on shore waited for further instructions, hoping darkly that if she returned to land it would be to the north in Vancouver, Washington to let them breathe. A blast from artillery ended that notion, as the horny goddess tight roped the remaining span while the battleship fleet rounded a river bend and she lifted one last section of the roadway, noisily devouring it as they engaged.

Any hope that even the biggest guns on the planet would have some effect on the Liberian girl in her mid-twenties was quickly ended when she didn’t so much as flinch, though many emergency personnel certainly did. Fire brigades by the score rerouted to an enormous flambé when the giantess tossed a ship fully laden with fuel and sailors, causing a fireball whose heat could be felt miles away. Before they could reach this, the widest path of devastation occurred when a modest jog turned entire neighborhoods for miles around into a disaster area that over the coming weeks would bring in workers from all fifty states and several countries to help with the recovery efforts. As things happened live, many incredible videos began to emerge, as thousands more hours of footage were recovered in the coming days, though many more angles were lost footage with contact from Sanctity’s heavenly body. As the giantess arrived downtown trailing destruction, the larger buildings had the region's active seismic nature in mind when they were built and now put to the ultimate test. With a young woman looming who could crush multi-family homes between her toes, many buildings that were up to code still could not take the abuse of her footsteps and partially collapsed. Fire crews and EMTs were very busy trying to clear so many structures at one time that resources were stretched beyond thin. Even when the giant woman gave them a brief reprieve by sitting on a bridge flattening it with her ass and masturbating using a couple larger vehicles, it was not nearly enough time to make much headway before she rose on all fours once more.

Even her hands and knees had devastating impacts as retailers and apartments were mashed under fingers sparing some while flattening others in the same buildings. After using her erect nipple to lift a parking garage, the giant woman leveled an entire block with her ample breast, as the circular damage was complete under ample titflesh, some surrounding buildings were toppled into smoking heaps from the impact. Fires were nearly impossible to control in these areas, as water mains burst all over the city from the titaness moving about. Still, the worst was yet to come for several ladder crews who patrolled the downtown district near the KOIN building as the huge cunt took aim. Firefighters, police officers, taxi drivers and office workers stared up in disbelief as a tremendous pussy hovered nearby a suddenly not so large skyscraper. In short order the blinking red clearance light vanished, as the young ebony giantess put some weight into her massive reproductive organ. The flashing strobes of the blue and red emergency lights on top of police cars and firetrucks lit the underside of her body as buildings collapsed all around her ass and thighs for many blocks. Most of these rescue vehicles were buried under piles of rubble, then flesh. An unlucky few were even smeared onto the vast, moist labia splayed around the entombed skyscraper. Others stood by their machines, watching the crumpled remains get lifted clear of the crackled roadway while they briefly counted blessings to be in the valley between her thighs. Only rising fifty feet into the air, smooth dark brown skin rose in three directions as Sanctity rubbed her clit. Walls of flesh blocked radio signals, many screams into static over radios were silenced as a moan was followed all by five floors of the remains of the building exploding in walls of cum in all directions. The tumbling globs of debris and sexual jelly arrived fast as some stations watched the news from distant helicopters to see them losing patrol vehicles, fire equipment, ambulances amongst what had to be hundreds of people entombed and murdered by a giant woman just to get off.

No matter what political branch you belong to, about half of the country will hate you and the rest tolerate you when things go well and look to you to blame someone when not so well. Any president handling a disaster gets a boost as they point to dissention as the enemy, especially when an unavoidable half a mile of woman sprouted out of nowhere. As far as false flag operations go, this would be hard to pin on any delegation. Still, people want answers so you must seek out the biggest experts you can find. After military strategists had to throw up their arms, the science community was able to raise their hands. However, his advisors were caught off guard by the riskiness of putting a friend of the beast’s up in the air, but who better to be able to communicate and reason with her. But power not only corrupted Sanctity, it also could be used as a shelter for people with the right apparatus. The blimp providing this angered the saber rattlers in the Oval Office but still at least radio communications with the craft could be had. Not wanting to start a war with an all-powerful beast possessing a conscious mind would be wise for the time being, that is until they could come to a better understanding. Any labs that were not stepped on, blown to bits or flooded in the very item it would have ironically sampled, were put to use immediately running tests on her generous DNA donations. The POTUS special interest groups in fossil fuels were angered by her obvious stance on their industry. Many wondered what such a vast, bodily shaped pungent pool of ammonia could be used for, as the chemical and agricultural industries tried to make some net gain, but the outlook was bleak. As the giantess spied some riverbank rides, her attack on the auto industry was about to be felt hard as inventory in 2018 was decent but would trend massively downwards thanks to the humongous body among us. While the leader of the once free world had started his career in the public spotlight as a real estate mogul, this tenant of the country he ran was impossible to evict. While his days as a reality TV star made it seem like he was the ultimate boss, he developed the wherewithal to know who to be ‘fired’ and who to keep.

The mistakes in engaging with the horny giantess earned little favor to what the top military brass had to say, as the scientific advisors he had hired from private industry had made the most headway with the beast. Still, even these actions had gone awry, as the blimp plan had seemingly been hijacked by the individuals chosen to carry it out. Unsure of their ulterior motives and possibly in control of the ultimate weapon as Sanctity could be seen as the smartest bomb ever procured, it would be best to show some diplomacy at least outwardly towards this adversary. Cabinet members were assigned to put together a task force as behind closed doors hundreds of gallons of her leavings were being studied for clues to if another giantess could be grown or even if the young Liberian woman could be defeated somehow. As the president outwardly called for unity from the relative safety of his homes thousands of miles from the carnage, there was little way of knowing that the reason for the giant girl’s growth was buried in the dense datasets of the lab back in Portland. It would be weeks before a similar bodily reaction would occur, and at the time to his slight advantage this would not be on US soil. Still, the commander in chief had a job to do, and instead of being a pandering divider he now found himself trying to untie all sides of the political spectrum as the disaster made for strange bedfellows. His two years in office had adversely affected some departments, as former scientific advisors who may have had more knowledge on how to approach the proceedings were ostracized, alienated and replaced by corporate shills who had some interest in harnessing her powers more than just bringing an end to the destruction. As the giant woman’s rampage finally settled down, immediate efforts were being put into rescue and recovery as he prepared to address the worried nation and world as the road ahead would be bleak, but he knew some interesting opportunities may arise as well to strengthen humanity’s foothold. Behind closed doors as Sanctity slowly left Portland behind with her friends in tow, the questions of whether she could be stopped was being broached and in the coming weeks whether there could be more like her lurking in the population.

The panoramic view from the basket hanging below the Goodyear blimp would have normally been a thrill of a lifetime for the staid and grounded Jeremy, but now the views were shared worldwide via different angles as his giant nude friend laid waste to urban environments with ease. Any illusion he or his professor had of control over the situation evaporated in the plumes of black smoke pouring from the decimated petroleum storage facilities as Sanctity soon found a way to douse the flames. Her huge skinny black ass crouched down over the spreading conflagration, it seemed she might just smother them before they spread simply by sitting on the burning rows of buildings and tanker trucks creating a fire wall, but she had other things in mind. From her underside, Sanctity let loose a nearly clear torrent of urine as Jeremy was unaware that the mechanics of the growth, he inadvertently set in motion for her also rejuvenated her digestive system in ways that were beyond human. The destructive power the warm, salty tidal wave had on not only the burning buildings but on structures for many blocks around looked devastating, but for her part the fires turned quickly from black smoke to white steam. Luckily for him, the blimp was above these feminine clouds as the smell of boiling ammonia and other bodily chemicals suffocated a number of people near the docks and in factories. Picking up an oil tanker ship, Sanctity put the exclamation point on the sordid affair using her boobs to crush the metal boat before letting it sink in the river. She had made her point about what she thought about the fossil fuel industry; it seemed, though in her action hundreds more had lost their lives, the toxic waste site of bodily shaped ponds of piss would serve as warning to developed nations on her stance. The sly industry bigwigs would later try to find ways to exploit the nitrogen and other chemicals she presented to them on their devalued properties. The oil content of her urine was not only due to dousing the fires but also due to what she ate. Thanks to her genes being designed to adapt to stimuli, Sanctity had her stomach enzymes better able to digest not only the people she devoured, but the plants, even parts of vehicles, building materials and the departed’s polyester clothing. Insurance companies would be the ones facing the day of reckoning the worst sorting through the myriads of claims from life insurance to property and certainly car policies.

Once she finished relieving herself, Sanctity flashed the tiny dirigible her come hither glance as she returned to the waterway. Her towering backside was now a mess now a mess of sod, twisted steel squashed silos, and oil slicks on her dark skin. Wearing these badges of dishonor, the blimp cautiously followed her as her tight ass cheeks sheared against each other causing big pieces of twisted steel to plunk into the stirring murky depths of the river. Coming upon a railway bridge, Jeremy waited as his giant friend gazed down upon it as a long freight train idled helplessly. Instead of wanton destruction this time as they braced themselves for, her big brown eyes simply transitioned to her battered necklace, and then to the blimp again as if she wondered what to do with this trinket now. These tiny commuters were shown to be useless as hostages as she had been attacked several times prior anyways. As her splashing footsteps tossed park boats, capsized some and crunching near vacant docks, she passed another roadway bridge. This time a look of solid confidence, with a dash of desire washed over her stoic face. She knew she could do wicked things to the terrified dots of drivers, stunned in place looking up at her magnificent body from around the height of her ankles. A quarter mile away was a vagina that could smother them and had already led to the demise of hundreds of fellow commuters. He could see vast rivulets of water streaming from her soles as she easily stepped over the structure sparing and soaking hundreds of people. The smile on her face unexpectedly turned into a scowl, as another riverside excursion was to be had, as her backside and fine ass may have been a mess, but she looked to even things up as Sanctity looked at an attraction on the other side of the waterway. She wasted little time heading for a grim sight as thousands of new vehicles glistened in port, and he knew Sanctity had her triggers, and it would be a dark day for the auto industry.

Suspended a quarter mile off the ground, light rail was one thing, but the 23-year-old giant woman using their train as a necklace was ridiculous. Dozens of people lay dying as a few were deceased and shaken so long that they barely resemble people at all, just bloodied rags. Most were bludgeoned to death by the very safety bars that were in place on the passenger cars suspended high above the city. Still, many people survived to this point after the young woman pleasured herself at the expense of a skyscraper, while most all were injured to some capacity. Those conscious still questioned their mental clarity as a Goodyear blimp was actually trying to communicate with her. It was as if her mood had suddenly changed, as she walked over to a soccer stadium. By now the heavy footfalls booming below had become just noise, as the messages flashed on the airship somehow seemed to be working. Their view was cut off from the deliberate placement of her 400ft long soles. With bloodshot eyes and clothing blood stained, the huge torso which effortlessly carried their train cars bent way down to try to see the tiny scoreboard. The sound was crackly, though they were unaware of the world of silence Sanctity had inhabited since she grew. Her eardrums had expanded beyond usability, as car horns, sirens and screams that wafted up to their precarious perch were not heard by the horny giantess. The only things that reached her were the low tones of the explosions when artillery was fired at her.

All sorts of messages were soon written on the screen, but most asking for her to relax. They were unaware of the verbal interplay between the giantess and those onboard the blimp, which continued to write to the goliath girl. Things took a turn it seemed when Sanctity devoured a fast-food restaurant, picking a crushed car from between her teeth. She had certainly done worse, but her body language seemed to change. Upon the first solid human interaction the ebony goddess had had since she plucked their locomotive from the tracks seemed to be having a calming effect, but then things somehow got even weirder as the blimp displayed some more cryptic messages leading those cut off from the world to realize something was happening. The giantess picked up on this as well, as she said something in her loud voice. The stadium sound still barely reached the giant woman, whose hill-sized hanging breasts alone blocked sound waves better than any highway barrier could hope to. The messaging written on the scoreboards seemed almost overly cheery given the circumstances of her sexual abuse and murderous rampage, but they could tell their fellow earthlings were desperate for an end to the violence, and they knew their dwindling lives literally hung in the balance. After the strange exchange, they moved back towards the waterway, with the Goodyear blimp now in tow. For the first time, she reversed course, leading them past familiar landmarks that she had sullied. The great cum lake and the bridge she buried under her buttocks were the more recent additions to her carnage. This time the giantess passed by her former toys as cum soaked neighborhoods and missing bridges were reminders of what once was. Looking down the smoldering alley of devastation she had wrought, it was chilling, but it seemed Sanctity for the moment was the one who had chilled, that is, until by her feet on the left riverbank rose a swath of not so big oil facilities. The train turned roller coaster was about to go downhill once more.

Sanctity in her squat looked below her dark chocolate smooth thighs as she relieved herself on the burning fields. She was surprised and slightly worried about the light brown tint to her pee. Her body had become so efficient that more of the water content was recirculated by her envigored liver. It was almost a mercy killing she felt as her piss accomplished what she wanted for it and doused acres of flames after she squashed the large petroleum storage facility. Given the choice of letting hundreds of people burn to death or drown, she decided that the latter was the better option for her subjects. Sanctity was still amazed at the raw power of her urine, seeing whole factories and trailers washing away, gathering into her bodily shaped depression her dirt devil made earlier. The fire was out, black smoke replaced by swirling white steam, an act of mercy by the goddess the tiny people saw her as. Standing back to her full height, Sanctity headed back towards the river once more. She glared down at a few roadway bridges, getting flashes and tingles of how those tiny cars and dots of people nearby melted against her labia and even crumpled under her bare sole or ass. Even the tipsy structures resisted just enough to satisfy in their final moments, and these tinies probably thought no different. Embracing death a few foolishly jumped as Sanctity purposely stepped over the panicked mites, soaking those who remained there under such a volume of water off her glistening feet, that it pushed the tiny traffic around. Still, most were wet but survived. After letting loose these tamed cascades, she realized she was making quick progress, but to her right another pit stop beckoned her more than she could resist. This region was renowned for importing and exporting many tens of thousands of passenger vehicles, and sure enough she came upon the first of many full lots as the industry was strong in 2018. Sanctity, however, was stronger. Lifting her dainty size 7 foot from the murky depths, she wiggled her toes for dramatic effect. Trying to draw out the simple act of stepping onshore as long as possible, Sanctity put as little weight onto her leg as possible as the shadow of her wriggling toes hovered over several rows of idled vehicles. She could barely feel as her heel hit first, compressing the first puny machines coin flat in nearly an instant. All across the lot the bitty automobiles wore white transport protecting wrap, but it would do little to save them.

Letting her instep and finally the rest of her foot drop there were nearly three hundred individual popping trinkets that drove her wild, but the calloused skin of her sole was only yielding so much feedback. Finally, as her big toe pad smothered the last ten parked SUVs, Sanctity decided that the rest would need to be dispatched at a quicker pace. Looking down at her clean, nude torso, past the tiny train toy she was wearing, she glanced back at the roughly 7,000 cars, minivans and sport utility vehicles all awaiting new owners. Their carbon footprint would be massive, but nothing compared to hers, and Sanctity concluded these toys belonged to her for her pleasure. She flashed a snide smile at the hovering airship, and soon dropped to her knees. Her vast shadow engulfed the facility in darkness, as twin meteorites descended from the cosmos. Her back nearly spasmed with the sensation brought by 9 sedans and hatchbacks crumpling in unison under her sensitive skin. These were immediately buried thirty feet underground by her swelling nipples as 36 SUVs and pickups popped under her dark brown areolas. Slowly lowering each breast, another 800 axles met pavement followed by chassis then roofs melting entire six-foot-tall vehicles into useless colored plastic and steel plates a few inches thick. As the weight of her perky breasts spread out, it subducted dozens of bitsy machines under her mass, but her tits were crushing empty vehicles. The train she knew may yet still hold survivors, but worried her actions could flatten it so she kept her head up for now. She was not aware of the lone survivor who had been stranded for hours entangled below her bikini line. As her flat skinny tummy started to set down, thousands of units of sparkling inventory was splattered into an oily mess staining and sticking to her skin by the score. She now giggled to herself as she rolled back and forth over the last thousand or two her pelvis missed, tightly packed hatchbacks and minivans becoming bubble-wrap exploding under her naked body. Getting a little too carried away, her short, black hair landed heavily on a warehouse garage obliterating the occupied structure. Collateral collaborational damage. This time her ginormous funbags valiantly spared hundreds of lives and several more idle machines, as Sanctity was just tidying up, as she looked up at the blimp and spoke.

“Shut up Jeremy, if you could, you would too.”

The lip reader on board was kind enough to spare his feelings, even though for the time being she was the only person who could fully understand the giantess from the blimp, and with it came a powerful position in this strange new world alliance. Sanctity was secretly glad that her assets had spared the little locomotive from smearing like foil against her clavicle, since if they were to not try to harm her as she told them before, she might now enact some sort of mercy. The prospect of holding hostages and what it implicated weighed on her mind. But so did her previous devious crimes against humanity. Before she even lifted her arms to go to a pushup she could tell by the cool metal warming to body temperature after gushing out their fluids that she was going to be an exquisite mess. Luckily there was a spot nearby where she had bathed before, where calming thoughts entered her head after so many bridge farers entered her labia. The thought gave her one last tingle, or maybe that was the last dozen intact cars stuck in the mucous on her pussy lips, joining thousands more all over her torso and chest, while large remnants of the oil fields were displayed on her back and ass. Sanctity knew that it was once again bath time, and they better pray that they don’t act foolish as the last time or would have hell to pay.

The inferno raged below the trapped man and his twisted-up Ford, but somehow, he noted a lack of acrid hair burning smell from his hunting days. Somehow the giant girl’s follicles refused to burn, they had to be thick like tree limbs. These were a twined thick black jungle, humid like the rainforest that weighed more than her pubic follicles which had trapped him. Her heavy scalp flattened all pressed underneath it, bicycles to buildings. While it didn’t stop dozens of warehouses and factories to go alight, as distant red blinking lights and sirens were much too far from the giantess. It had been a while since the last time but while that was waterier from the lake, the next deluge from below had a different scent profile. Sanctity relieved herself and to his dismay not only was its ammonia scented but also a little oily, but it still doused the hot flames better than any ladder company could do in days. No hot spots survived nor did any structure or trailers hit by her urine. It was no relief when the steam hit his truck, scalding fumes caused him to feel like he was in a sauna, maybe a hot spring. Thick beads of gross moisture formed all over the stressed metal and cracked plastic in his SUV. Mercifully with the fire extinguished, the young giantess stood back up after further capsizing another ship. Instead of using her tight lower lips to sink the vessel, it was once again her modest breasts putting the squeeze on it. The splash the reduced vessel made in the river were trumped by her sole when Sanctity stepped back into the waterway. Looking up at the bumpy, vast acres of ebony skin, it was surprisingly pristine above his head, unlike the soiled pussy lips below. There was no way he could see the backside of the beast, as from her scalp down to her skinny ass and legs there was all manner of pulverized debris stuck there that dwarfed his vehicle. Metal silos with ladders and scaffolding was reduced to 3-inch sheet metal, most of the paint falling off in the friction. Not to mention millions of gallons of oil slathering her already attractive body.

He was not in this part of town often, so he did not recognize the neighborhood or bridge Sanctity stepped towards but feared the worst for his fellow citizens. He could hear all the screaming and horns until she lifted her city block sized foot. Then sudden silence as a waterfall of murky river silt poured down, as this trailing stream headed for the bridge. The stern look in those cold brown eyes hovering above like spaceships in the sky was just a warning, the deluge shifted the traffic on the bridge. He even could see a few small cars had flipped and others bobbing in the waves floating downstream. And she hadn’t even touched them, he truly was at the mercy of this woman who was unaware or uncaring of his presence. Luminous eyes transfixed on the shore to his left as he hung suspended over a warm gust of air. The urine smell still clinging to his partially smashed Expedition was replaced but another moisture washing up as a singeing, eye watering steam. Sanctity spotted a huge swath of new vehicles, and he was about to get a close-up view. With thousands in port waiting on the next trains to load them to be shipped across the country, the gleaming vehicles would only be invisible momentarily as his disastrous luck was about to get worse. As Sanctity lowered herself into a pushup position, the tiny SUV was inverted once more, and down below his pubic perch the tiny many saw acres of new stock ready to leave port. Two football fields out ahead of the twisted hood of his much-maligned ride, the young woman’s supple breasts made first contact in what sounded like dozens, then hundreds of simultaneous car crashes. The helpless automobiles, trucks and light poles stood no chance against their sheer enormity, as suddenly he found himself getting thrust towards the ground for the first time since the ordeal began hours prior. Unlike the last few times her boobs created craters, Sanctity let the rest of her torso follow suit, as the tops of the young woman’s pubic hairs brushed over and shoved the tiny vehicles below. As the coiled follicles became more matted, the helpless SUVs started to crumple with glass blowing out of sunroofs and windscreens. The micro man’s position began to shift as more strain was put on his truck as he neared the ground in what he started to feel might be his last moments on earth.

He was dropped close to fifteen feet from the ground when the pressure from matted hairs squeezed in his pitch-black vehicle. One strand threatened to slice the truck in half as a trunkline line across his roof intruded the cabin popping out the reading lamp assembly. For the first time on his wild ride, he caught a glimpse of the ebony woman’s pubic bone, the base of her black hairs which threatened to shred him to pieces. Suspended upside down, he was close enough to the ground to make out the new Toyota Sequoia SUVs, roughly the same size as his own, getting owned by the matted pubic hairs as the downward thrust suddenly ceased. Now an even more nauseating side to side roll occurred, as the giant woman seemed determined to inflict as much damage as possible. On one pass, a loud metal whine from his battered safety cage almost spelt the end, but miraculously it held on. Once again instead of killing him the hairy beast holding his vehicle in place saved him as the young woman’s colossal weight was dispersed by the matted masses. For the thousands of other new vehicles however this was not a luxury to be had, and she began to crawl back to all fours. Her torso was now littered with grayish, oily flattened undercarriage dotted skin, and the giantess seemed to care little. He could even see close to a dozen riders stuck to her wet labia, as these tiny trinkets were more or less intact for the moment. Looking down at other similar port facilities, the population at large along with the man reduced to a pubic louse were glad those big soulful eyes gazed down river instead. Coming back to a familiar spot, it had taken a little longer to arrive than the last time as instead of cutting across the now demolished neighborhoods, the giantess followed the rivers course. It was almost a relief after all the radiant heat her the horny 60ft cunt had expelled his way, but it was high time for another dousing as he knew they both could use a bath, whether he wanted it or not.

As Sanctity’s skinny black rump faded into the distance in the cooling February evening, rescue and recovery efforts began to ramp up as the danger of being flattened under the horny twenty something's body had seemingly departed. While it would be impossible to save anyone trapped in the two-dimensional buildings or vehicles stuck to that cute butt a quarter mile in the sky, the mess she had left behind in the dense urban jungle downtown was abuzz with activity. When the young woman came it was surprisingly disastrous, but even getting to the narrow scene was difficult. Many city blocks were leveled and impassable from the crater her posterior had created, as the only way in or out was through a narrow corridor between the channels created by towering legs. There was no electricity in the area from the shredded transmission lines doused in the giantess’s genetic material. On the edge of the expansive new urban waterway, buildings that were standing had their facades lit by hundreds of emergency vehicle lights of yellow, red and blues, all with those eager to try to see if anyone survived the massive flood. Many FBI agents and scientists in lab coats tried to get some precious samples of her cum to labs to see if it held clues to just what had caused such a seemingly normal young woman to go so far off the rails. As generous as Sanctity was with her RNA and DNA strands, the sheer volume had other services trying to muscle in to what they viewed as an active crime scene and disaster area all rolled into one. The ongoing rescues into the muck got first billing but the viscous urban lakes of female ejaculate were difficult to access. Time ran out for hundreds of people trapped within retailers, apartments, and offices as it seeped and displaced internal structures causing buildings to collapse into suffocating goo. In the immediate aftermath of the giant girl’s thick orgasmic expulsions, people’s lungs filled with her nectar up to the third floor in some circumstances nearest to the internally crushed skyscraper. The physics of the strings of cum were curious as it was viscous enough to bypass some structures entirely if they were solid as interior rooms might have been effectively cocooned by the love juice. This too was a danger as rescue could be hours if not days away in these circumstances, and dozens of micro citizens would slowly suffocate in her heavy scent.

Before the giantess masturbated with the skyscraper, her ass had flattened another key interstate highway bridge, severing another rescue route as first responders could only watch hopelessly while the giantess fingered herself with a bus and tractor trailer. Like everyone else they were watching the news coverage of the event, and one particular station itself needn’t look further than its front door for one of the biggest viral videos of the day. The captured live shot behind the violently shaking news desk was also seen by millions, as the panicked, well-dressed anchors dove under their desk as if that offered any support from the looming giantess. The exterior shot remained silently on screen as only minutes later a better angle was captured by a brave cameraman standing just outside the building. The towering ebony calf flexed upon impact as the entire station parking lot vanished under the three-story toes of the giant woman. The intrepid journalist raised the shoulder mounted lens just as the gargantuan foot took flight again, spraying the viewers with specks of dirt. The raw detail was captured in the toepad of her biggest digit carrying several flattened news vans along with hundreds of vehicles from the highway and parking lot from the ball of her foot to the heel. After her journey to the stadium, she continued to use her magnificent body to destroy things, but now she seemed focused on maximum damage without the high body counts. Of course, there were dozens of workers around the refineries and even the new vehicle storage lots, but not only did she douse the fire from a known origin but chose less populated civilian targets. Still, the fossil fuel industries, ever the venturers, tried to find a way to use the bodily shaped urine lakes now inhabiting their properties for profit from the mineral deposits. The body print port facility with thousands of ruined vehicles would be a harder pill to swallow, but there were many others in the surrounding area and foolishly most companies continued to use them right up until the horny goddess used the river to return to the area repeatedly. Only then would they get the memo when hundreds of units of their inventory was smeared between the pussy lips of a young goddess blowing off steam. Over time, the rescue efforts converted into a massive recovery seen as the injured, missing and death tolls were staggering. As better communication with the giant girl ended the wanton destruction for the most part, the long processes of whether to rebuild or abandon the huge swaths of land she had already visited, and it did not appear Sanctity was going away any time soon.

Sanctity marveled at her nude, skinny body, visibly dismayed about the state of it. She had always been fit though skinnier than truly toned and tried to keep herself natural but well kept. Today that grooming was out the windows, as her whole torso down to her firm thighs were smeared with hundreds, maybe thousands of pathetic wrecks, and still somehow many thousands more gleaming trinkets lined the riverbanks awaiting her to be sacrificed. Still, it had already been such a long, adventurous day, and these swaths of toys being shipped or just arriving could be better served to work off future urges to keep her irregularly raging hormones in check. This would have the dual benefit of reducing the amount of carbon to be released into the atmosphere she felt while also getting a sweet release herself. Mass transit would help, especially electric trains or buses, though these too were alluring to her overwhelmed senses, so part of her hoped to be attacked so she could unleash the beast. Looking down to her right, Sanctity saw she had once again reached the swath of destruction her earlier jog had cut through the suburbs, with more pinpricks of light from bitty emergency workers attending the scenes of destruction. Arriving in a familiar spot, her absence allowed the riverbed to settle down from her turbulent naval engagement. Seeing something glinting under the surface she remembered the battleships she had stepped on earlier, noting the size of the object Sanctity decided this was a good spot to take a seat as her toned ass reburied the craft in silt. Feeling the sticky metal on her back she cupped her hands as best she could to deliver millions of gallons of water to try to work the tons of debris from her smooth skin. It was no easy task as she was so large that she would sometimes grab dredged mud and rocks from the soggy bottom, in turn only making her back dirtier. Unable to see how she was doing, she glanced up at the blimp with a seductive smile as if not for her dominating size would have appeared like any other bathing co-ed appearing on the foldout page of a nudie magazine. As thousands of squished wrecks were doused off her beautiful ebony chest, she once again noted another large facility she had passed by in her earlier play in that very spot. Not that she had missed it this time either, but the airport was a buzz.

Earlier while under attack she had not quite crossed the threshold of letting some bugs escape. If continued, especially from the air, she was thinking of making a future visit to the airport. Now the shiny tiny passenger jets sat idle on taxiways, as the tower could not possibly get a full scope of her body. Devious thoughts of what she would do to them flooded into her altered mind, sending an opposite reaction flooding into her loins. For now, she wanted to reassure Jeremy on his dish soap bubble sized blimp of her inner peace, while she dragged several items inside her to pieces. Getting wet again and not just from river water, she found bitty lumps of cars above and malleable whole passenger vehicles below her sodden clit. Feeling the cars she had heisted minutes earlier with her snatch, it was hard to resist this urge as she knew they were empty. To her left where the long bridge she cuddled and spooned to death almost an hour earlier was just a ghost of its former self, bitty rescue boats bobbing here and there. Deciding now was the time to prove a point and blow off steam rather than play the game of how many planes can I stuff in her pussy; the teensy empty automobiles would have to do. As always on this marvelous day she found her folds sopping wet, pushing her pointer and middle fingers in with cargo slurping roofs first. Past her labia these trinkets pop, roll and get smeared against her vaginal walls unable to withstand the pressure from the horny young woman. The oozing specks of wrecks were left on her middle finger drawn towards her clit while the pointer retrieved the trapped toys above for a rub that would be far from subtle. Working the inadequate lumps around her wet pussy with her right hand, Sanctity looked at the tiny rescue vessels to her left scoffing at their fruitless efforts.

As she blew off steam stirring her loins she would have loved to capsize the tiny boats inside her frothing sea, but looked at the blimp and her friend realizing just continuing wanton death and destruction for the sake of her lust would not be a good look. Instead, she peeled six flattened wrecks stuck to her perky breast with her left hand, collecting these on her thumb before pressing them all together between her fingers. Grinding this back and forth above the tiny, helpless ships obliterated the materials down into a rude confetti to celebrate her day. Working her other three fingers hard, she rubbed the mass of a dozen metal trinkets all over her swollen clit, mixing and mashing the synthetic materials into her organic love juices. Under great pressure the tiny automobiles were turned into a gray paste consisting of flakes of metal, plastic, rubber and her own cum. With a sigh she finally had one last mild orgasm, though wished her traffic jam now oozing from her fingers had been occupied by the local population like her others, she had had her fun earlier and the day was moving towards nightfall. Splashing around she cups her hands using millions of gallons of water sourced from the Columbia River. This will be the cleanest she will get for a while as most waterways are mere puddles for her now, but still is nervous to empty them as she does not want to harm the local ecosystems. The filth of thousands of flattened neighborhoods are rubbed from her soles, along with much of the twisted metal from the refinery and vehicle port facility, but it would be impossible to wash everything off, especially some of the coin sized splattered silos on her back. These stood out against her ebony skin and would fall to shreds in time, for now the nude half mile of woman decided to let the people hear her word in the post orgasmic bliss.

“Thank you for letting me finish this time cuz the navy was a rude way to end my last bath. Your tiny whips may be confetti in my cunt, but I am aware you weren’t in them this time. You people try to cross me again, I assure you my next release will involve plenty of you morsels, I have plenty of room down there as your puny skyscrapers can attest to. For the rest, y’all wanna know what it feels like to be digested? From now on, let me be, and most of you may continue to live. Wanna see? Just try me! Wanna join? Come find me, I will be hard to miss and am already bringing a few friends along. As for the rest of you?” Sanctity fidgeted and fingered the train necklace she had worn for the better part of the last few hours,

“Let me return this to you as a token of my good faith. Pray you don’t disappoint.”

With that she began to ‘unclasp’ the passenger train looped around her neck. It was a bit crinklier with direct pressure from her fingers, but was able to untie it, and brought it down as gently as she could towards a parking lot near a bevy of flashing lights. The command post a few blocks away would be made at the right place now as Sanctity lowered the beaten locomotive to tarmac.

While the president steamed in the oval office as the young ebony giantess stormed the opposite end of the country, he had to deal with not only her demands but also learned the only conduit of information to him had gone rogue. He had signed off on letting the blimp try to communicate and the early results seemed surprisingly well met, which in turn led him to dismiss most of the military officers whose earlier efforts only led to much death and destruction when Sanctity retaliated. Having come from the corporate world and dealt in real estate, his previous champions were now his greatest critics, as the giantess took on the titans of industry, specifically the oil and automotive sectors. The commander and chief was thankful for the hefty campaign donations from these titans of business and the land grants were one of his many tokens of gratitude. Now it seemed that sacrificing these for the time being was the best course of action to let the giant girl blow off steam without sacrificing as many lives as when she had used a crowded skyscraper as a sex toy. Graciously, she had turned the corner and was embarking on a less violent path, and crisis presidents always get a bump in support depending on how they handle the situation. For now, disaster was making strange bedfellows as the scientific community he so often shunned in the first half of his presidency was going to be vital moving forwards as to see if she could be stopped, or if she was an isolated incident. The optics of launching another attack on the omnipotent being only to have it spiral out of control would likely kill many more constituents, and with an open line of communication with the beast, he pondered if she could somehow be utilized to press the vested interests of the United States.

Jeremy and those onboard the blimp no longer were following their orders, and the giantess herself being a foreign national was unlikely to oblige him if directed. But if he could harness the energy that somehow caused her to grow, then he too could create a super powerful weapon in human form that would turn the country into an unstoppable powerhouse. Still, even the first lady would be hard to control unless some failsafe was introduced, if even possible in the process of the superhuman growth. No doubt by now other world leaders had taken notice of this possibility, and the usual spying suspects were trying to sneak black market DNA across the Pacific. The vice president was hastily putting together a task force to monitor the giant woman’s activities as there would be a whole fleet of aircraft watching her every move at a distance as the days unfolded, looking for clues in her motivations. They would also be assigned to comb into her past and the time leading up to what had occurred in making her grow. There were three main places that they wanted to study, but she was either aware of this fact and had found ways to avert their pursuit. First was the apartment complex she had grown out of, but this along with the parking lot she went from a normal slender 5-foot beauty to a towering half mile beast was obliterated by her shoulder blades and bum as she grew. Her apartment was the next to go, as the FBI was working diligently to comb through it when she arrived and used a simple combination of a finger and her lungs to shred and scatter the building across several city blocks from on high. The third and most tantalizing place of research was to be the university that she worked at as well as the lab they would learn she had been to with Jeremy the day prior, but this facility was also on her radar and soon enough this opportunity would pass as well. The security footage stored in the facility was to be lost, and it would have shown that she was not the only subject to have entered the building on that fateful day. As the self-monikered leader of the free world grappled with the many disasters unfolding on the west coast, he was at least a little relieved by the calming demeanor of the media proclaimed mega thug. It still resonated in his mind as the scientific community grappled with the ramifications of whether Sanctity was alone, or if there could be others.

Having been absent from many of her earlier escapades as he made his way across the still intact city to the hanger where the Goodyear Blimp was moored, Jeremy had missed out on some of Sanctity’s more playful destruction. Just joining her minutes earlier on a football pitch meant he was seeing her in a new light. First and foremost, the firelight of thousands of crude gallons ignited in an outline of her magnificent body. Lying there, she was more demonic than angelic, as her corona was aflame wearing nothing but a wicked grin. Parting from the ground it merely singed her hair, so thick unlike tree trunks her follicles did not seem to burn. The pulverized debris however, melted the steel beams in buildings and pools of aluminum trickled about from liquefied alloy wheels. Thin wisps of smoke rose from her hair and body, as burning piles of debris clung to her ignited in flames. A few entire support buildings and shacks went within her scalp, but these would slowly go up in smoke or be blown out by the wind. Sanctity did not even seem aware of these as she sauntered away from the oil fields she extinguished with her bladder. These would be joined soon by even more destructive attire as she glitter blasted her torso. The outlines of a dozen rows of idled vehicles were plastered to her smooth skin as if not for the squashed silos dotting her glistening backside, Sanctity could have been mistaken for a coed posing on a nude beach. Lying face down with her backside shining in the lowering sun, the tightly packed trinkets vanished by the thousands. Having lost themselves in the scene onboard the blimp, it was hard to ignore the tension onboard, as from the news while they were still riding in the black Suburban, they knew the train on her neck was occupied with bloodied civilians.

Uncaring of this dilemma, Sanctity daintily kicked her foot in the air, as 200 tightly packed SUVs and crossovers put up no resistance to her spreading perky breasts. These flattened and later stuck along with twisted light poles and cracked asphalt to her fun bags, but the small C-cup breasts saved the lives of those onboard the locomotive. The word reached them minutes later as the train made its final stop, but their ride in the gondola continued. The sparkly motor fluids combined with the flakes of twisted iron coating the body of his gigantic friend shone like sequins on a dress. She was shedding these scales as she smiled and winked directly at him in the tiny airship. He was not sure what exactly she said as he had small reason to suspect the translator changed it, but it did feel directed his way somehow. Even if everyone on board got the same mega glance. Every inch of her torso seemed bedazzled as the chassis rained from the sky from her cheeks to her taut tummy, but in the five-story shadow of her breasts the train had survived. Instead of being smeared against her clavicle, the passenger train bounded on. Luckily for the many neighborhoods nearby along with the airport, a cold bath was in order this time. Still, once again thermo cameras and even doppler picks up on her signature, movements and inner heat as a few drops dipped from Sanctity’s looming womanhood. Her latest bath was in a similar spot to last time, the area where she cuddled the bridge to death now dotted with more boats than debris. Those on the blimp see the busy airport where they took off from earlier. Passenger planes of all liveries waiting scared on the tarmac, as Sanctity looked down at the phallic machines longingly. More hovered high above in a holding pattern over a mile in the sky. Her body, even if just a flailing arm was causing tremendous turbulence, let alone her ability to grab a plane out of the air and use it for another go at her loins made for another full ground stop. This would be a big test for her as she seemingly unconsciously gave her answer with her right hand. Finding and grinding some motor vehicles into gritty paste, she gives them another speech, this one broader but also talking his way, from now on the world would answer to Sanctity. Still, he did not know of her apartment, but wasted no words saying what their next target should be with a simple,

“GRAB LAB PLZ”

Sanctity looked puzzled at first but then knew what he meant. After her bath. He knew that there must be some key to her growth there and at some point, the population would connect those dots. Him and the professor knew best how this all came to be as Sanctity came as well. During her muted play and bathing rituals she gifted the boats a few of the many dots that lined her tits, before scrubbing them clean. The train was about to be lowered, but at this time things would get testy as they would onboard, and line up the way things would work in the coming months. A single thought still lingered, especially for Jeremy. What about the two other girls in the experiment group in the limited study? What of their fates? It is not like he could watch the news; he was living it. Still, he could see for miles around and the only heavenly body was hers. It was already a changed landscape, and if they were to continue to operate, they would have to not only lose some dead weight, but also keep the dirigible afloat until a suitable staging area could be found. The damage to the city and surrounding areas were not going to make staying feasible there, and the uneasy knowledge that some portions including the Taco Bell floated within her digestive tract among other eaten items was unsettling. Maybe trying to aim her for a plant-based diet, as he looked to the north, then to the east at the two peaks and calderas. Clean again, her own twin peaks gleamed a beautiful shade as the late sun shone off her wet skin. There would be many choices coming up, and for now only one person cast the deciding vote as to the matters at hand.

In the control tower, the FAA had never focused so closely on a profusely sweating team of air traffic controllers. Knowing the local geography, they were some of the first to spot the towering giantess at the facility. It did not take long before the lines of traffic piled into short- and long-term parking lots and soon the terminal itself was inundated. It was pandemonium inside as the news stations on many hanging televisions showed the carnage Sanctity was causing. The fervor only grew as she neared as the air force was now running point and direct orders were said to be from the president himself under the advice of his staff. Her movements were already getting close to a flight path, as she devoured buildings and ground herself along a crowded highway. Her amazing scale was finally realized as she passed her closest following the highway to a bridge. Even crawling on all fours, she towered over the building from over a mile away. Yelling, staticky order to ground all flights almost came too late at her speed, as waiting patterns were few as many carriers aborted landings in Portland. Her pendulous breasts alone could easily smack a jet airliner out of the sky. One last harrowing landing came while she splashed down in the river. The giant coed’s play with several miles of a nearby bridge led one last United flight to get the views of a lifetime. Of course, this all played out as those in the terminals and especially the tower saw up close as the long, naked body with exaggerated feminine curves wrapped itself around and enveloped the crowded highway bridge. Her huge tongue lapping up entire cars and trucks was enough to make one worker throw her binoculars in disgust, as the giantess sauntered off, then tight-roped her skinny legs down the remains. The boom of the mortar rattled the glass surrounding the structure, and suddenly the navy itself engaged, shaking the entire tower.

The order was given to evacuate, leading to the chaotic scene of baggage handlers abandoning their posts for good and even luggage carts being commandeered by desperate members of the population. It took a few minutes but soon the battle subsided as many huddled fearfully in the structure's shadow. Her decisive win let them return to their post, but her attack on the city and the state of the tarmac was getting hard to clear. Some military planes with the national guard onboard were given direct clearance to land. It was difficult dodging people on the ground, and at least two crowd strikes occurred. And yet, she did not attack the tantalizing building, or airport grounds at all for that matter, continuing downtown for hours as order was worked at being restored. Many flights full of horrified passengers with little or no view of what was going on outside their ovular windows sat in wonder why they had not left. Tiny people stormed the field, and after almost an hour of play and distant speeches, she slowly made her way back down the river. At first, they had hoped it was the ocean, or even selfishly some other city that drew her attention. Instead, some facilities were crunched followed by thousands of new cars. Others now crammed the roads left abandoned by people hoping for salvation that would not be found at the airport so soon. She returned bearing gifts including those of her beautiful natural body. The giant woman was noticeably calmer than before, and the government frequency explained the blimp to those in the tower, not like it was hard to hide. They even knew that they were the ones who gave initial clearance to the lighter than aircraft. Oozing from shoulders to groin in colored, metal slabs, she bathed and teased rescue workers while looking intently at them. Her words would take hours, sometimes weeks to be fully deciphered and declassified for the media along with the unexplained blimp hovering nearby the giantess. Examining the thousands of oozing glitter stuck to the horny giantess with his analog binoculars, another ATC worker saw the multitude of flattened cars and prayed these were unoccupied. As the giantess played with a select few of these twisted rides and herself, she also took the time to clean her breasts as she neared her peak. Watching her smearing these unoccupied vehicles against her vaginal folds was not as frightening as the first go around with the bridge traffic and people. Her face was less evil even if her self gratification was a bit more mechanical than the wild thrusts finding her fingertips along with hundreds of people and vehicles. Even with their binoculars and newscasts, none were able to see the plight of one trapped closest to the action, the forest of pubic hairs his prison and salvation all at once. The tiny would-be fisherman was barely able to see the crowded airport from his vantage point, but was glad his flight did not land there as he had already ingested enough of the fumes emitted from her steaming sexual organ.

Onboard the twisted locomotive, Sanctity had not been treating her jewelry with any dignity or respect, but those injured nihilists on board knew it could be worse. Large, loud spoken soft lips could have easily ingested every last passenger car with room to spare. In the time they were together with the giantess she had pulled in a conveyor belt of buildings, vehicles, infrastructure and most of all people into her various holes already. The only ways out were as tattered shreds of clothing and bone chips slathered in grimy cum, or after a day's stay feeding nutrients to Sanctity’s digestive tract. If dozens of people on the train would survive, it would be through years of physical and psychological therapy. Below her looming neckline and sweet chin, the giant woman feigned a smile while bits of embers burned around her shoulders. This was followed too soon by her relieving her bladder on the inferno making it an inland, body shaped sea. After the oil field was dispatched, the tiny riders watched as she stepped towards a smaller bridge and feared the worst. It was after the strange blimp began to display ever odder messages that her behavior had changed. This was good news for the bridgefarers below, but for thousands of vehicles glinting in the sun, odometers would have no chance to register the trips about to be under way. Fortunately, so far, their tiny train had not tested her full-frontal nudity, that luck was about to run out. A sea of multi-colored metal no longer lost their luster as they saw Sanctity’s massive shadow on the ground like a glowing aura. The heavenly body suddenly got much closer as the giant woman got back onto her hands and knees. Pendulous hills of ebony flesh jiggled, dark brown nipples pointed towards the doomed vehicles like daggers, each a warm boulder larger than anything parked below. Unlike the dabs of the past, the movement came from the giant woman’s wide hips, lower lips and pubic hairs making first contact.

Not the first time they had seen and heard her labia smothering a helpless horde, and solace in this fact was not to be had for the train riders as it spread to her black forest of pubic hairs. Coiled ropes of follicles below tossed and smothered the unoccupied inventory, until they were caught by axles getting bent into asphalt by splicing hairs. The skinny, young giantess had her taut tummy become a tidal wave, squishing dozens of cars and SUVs by the second and heading their way. Some prayed they would survive while others reserved the notion that this was it as many passenger cars made contact with the ground. Vehicle parts smashed into windows and walls as two bloodied passengers were crushed by a dented trunk lid. The new angle of most but a few vertical train cars was too close to the ground to see the supple breasts crushing hundreds of cars, spreading over them pressing them flat into a round crater. When the noise stopped several feet away from them, a few opened their eyes before the giantess lifted from the carnage. The smell of motor oils soaked through the slicked cabins. It stung the skin and burned the lungs of those smeared in it, but as the giant young woman lifted herself with her arms, she brought countless trinkets. Survivors realized that they were likely saved from being smeared between her clavicle and asphalt like bugs by her intervening rack.

Sanctity was not the most endowed when she was 5 feet tall, but her proportional tits returned to shape shedding hundreds of tinfoil gum wrappers fluttering to the ground off the unconcerned giantess. The beauty needed a bath and returned to a familiar spot with a notably less catastrophic route. Seeing the blinking emergency lights far below, the skies had cleared as the day got late. One last indignity was in store for the day of those who lived on the once crowded locomotive. Still thanking various deities along with Sanctity’s ample bosom for being alive, huge hands dipped into the river as she sat there. Stretching her arms above her looming head, the giant woman let loose the waterfall from her cupped fingers. The torrential deluge sent a couple oozing slabs slicing through the aluminum train walls and windows, breaking limbs and bodies. The sheer volume of water washed one unfortunate weakened man in business attire through a hole and he fell over a thousand feet splattering on the smooth ebony thigh. Seeing the runway lights at the airport below, along with many passenger jets idling on the tarmac made most guess she was just cleaning up for her dinner. Instead, the last corpses from the Taco Bell were dissolving in her voluminous stomach. Much to their surprise the giantess would give them a soft landing that none could imagine.

Having come down from her post orgasmic bliss as bits of blasted metal soaked in copious amounts of her love juices dripped from her cunt into the churning river waters, Sanctity had said her piece and looked for the perfect landing spot for the choo-choo she choosed hours earlier to ride along with her naughty affairs. Seeing a contingent of bitty flashing yellow, red and white lights more calming than that of the occasional blue strobes which used to give her angst. Now instead of being nervous about her next traffic stop, Sanctity had effectively turned the tables as officers were in mortal danger of becoming embedded in the young woman’s sole without so much as a second thought. She tried her best to be gentle when she lowered the battered train cars onto the abandoned lot. It was almost impossible to see the tiny people individually, but unlike her previous interactions she was satisfied there were no orange gun blasts levied in her direction. Even if these had no chance of penetrating her thick, ebony skin, just the mere thought irked her. Satisfied that with Jeremy hovering close by that she could let her guard down around the tiny people for the time being, Sanctity pondered what to do next when her bitty friend finally chirped onto the LED light board to retrace her steps from the day prior to go back to the lab again. It had been several hours since Sanctity had watched her steps, nor did she truly know the significance of the facility, and also that it would be much harder to spot from her vantage point, but the tiny blimp seemed to lead the way. Stepping as lightly as she could, Sanctity felt a little guilty that each placement of her perfect feet leveled 400ft of land.

She tried her best to aim for empty parking lots, a few dealerships, tracks and football fields. For her the worst case was virgin forests, but a few hopefully empty parks were also sacrificed. She tried to tip toe, but her heavy body sunk her foot far enough to endanger her balance. Rather than risk Jeremy a PR fiasco further than she already had, she did her best to keep the collateral mess minimal. Still, it tickled her in all the right places when dozens of unavoidable trees and structures sunk deep under her thick soles. Within minutes, her body still gleaming from the impromptu bath, Sanctity stood above what she presumed was the facility she had been inside just the day before. With her soulful brown eyes, she glanced over at the blimp then down at the facility, pointing and tilting her head to see if she was in the right spot. The tiny light board read YES, and she shrugged and went back into a crouch. The lack of details available to her huge ears meant she was unsure if the building needed to be intact or simply vanquished, so she was gentle enough with her quarry. The soft earth felt nice and cool as her fingernails cut through the asphalt parking lot like thin wafer, undermining the dwarfed facility. Once her curved hand had a good chunk of sod, she proudly lifted the entire campus building with one hand, but her little friend had not detailed what state to keep it in, so she jokingly rocked the structure back and forth. This destroyed much of the interior, but then again Jeremy and his professor had little desire to use the now wrecked hard drives and vials inside, they simply were happy if it were not able to fall into the wrong hands. That being said, the current hand it was in had mortally wounded several staffers inside the smoking building. After asking her to wait there, she candidly replied,

“Like a big girl like myself has anywhere to go on a weeknight.”

The last theatrics must have taken place on board, as the bitty blimp had bebes, well after Jeremy asked her to hold on for a spell, she was intrigued when two tiny parachutes opened sending the white dots slowly to earth. Even though the threats on board couldn’t be known by the giant ebony woman, they had worked as now the strange bedfellows wondered then wandered away from the setting sun.

As Jeremy watched from the thin gondola windows, his gigantic friend set down what had to be one tortured train from her neckline. In the coming days he would learn the fates of those aboard as for all those on the blimp knew that the stranded locomotive could have been pulped like marbles in a spray-paint can turning it into a ghost train. The neighborhoods surrounding the airport were populated by near empty parking lots, one of which appeared to be a staging area for emergency vehicles and personnel. While it did not attract her huge feet before, the overgrown lot now swarmed with rescue workers and what looked to be a mobile command center, all probably flummoxed with her return to the location as well as her bath. They must have sat uneasy in their seats while Sanctity fingered her shimmering slit obliterating a few last parked cars before to their utter shock she handed over her longest surviving companions. The gesture surprised even Jeremy, who feared this may affect his leverage onboard with the so-called enemy combatants as the couple agents on board might need to deplane. The professor had already been whispering to the blimp captain whether the craft had any parachutes. While he jokingly talked about going down with his airship, he did mention that it did indeed have about half a dozen tucked away in a storage closet. As emergency workers stormed the tiny train, Jeremy was relieved that his big, slightly puzzled friend, started on her way to where this whole deal was set in motion. He had the grizzled pilot hover the craft above what likely had to be a very surprised facility as the dark, drooling slit of Sanctity’s voracious pussy pointed down at their overshadowed lab. With a silent point and looking their way, Jeremy almost forgot to type in the three letters of YES to indicate her correct arrival. Jeremy and the professor couldn’t help but wince as Sanctity undermined and lifted the facility, they had spent so many years of their lives working in. While fully intact, this would be more a measure of prevention than utilization, and while their giant friend playfully hoisted the building in the palm of her hand, the co-conspirators knew it was time for action. Using the distraction, the two knew the time had come for a good bluff, and while Sanctity held the ultimate upper hand, they had yet to run out of aces. The lip reader was integral and feeling the gravity of the situation quickly agreed to expand the ploy. First, Jeremy wrote on the lightboard,

“WAIT HERE, WE SHED WEIGT”

Grammar was not important at 2,000 feet and spellcheck wasn’t written into the interface for the airship. Big brown eyes looked down upon them, then the cracking laboratory in her hand before giving them a shrug and saying a few words. All onboard including the two lightly armed field agents as usual looked to the translator who coolly relayed Sanctity’s message as until they departed the dirigible, that she was holding the neighborhood below hostage, and if any of the four of them were harmed that she would show the world no further mercy. The FBI agents looked a little bummed but also felt out of place in this squad anyways, so rather than shoot the only person who could fly and land the craft they were on, they were willing to hear out their options. Besides, they believed in that moment that somehow Sanctity knew about who was on the tiny blimp, and even the lip reader was surprised how well the plan seemed to work. The pilot deadpanned to the two suddenly nervous field agents that,

“Well, I hope you boys have taken skydiving lessons, here are your packs.”

He shows them how to pull the main cord, and being only a quarter mile from the ground, should it not unfurl, only wait a second to pull the reserve. Smoke rose from the lab building as unintended fires broke out from volatile chemicals reacting within the cracked halls. Fire suppression was cut off as pipes for sprinklers spurted into pools in grooved trenches a thousand feet below. Even Sanctity saw now with an oopsie smile that she had been too rough with her plaything. While this meant curtains for a number of staff inside, she winked and blew at the fire like a birthday cake. When the only two survivors within an employee bathroom testified their ordeal as when the feminine wind blasted the burning building, office furniture, lab equipment, and injured or deceased bodies plummeted to their doom. Sanctity had effectively destroyed many vials of solution relating to her own incident along with many hard drives which were obliterated on impact with the businesses at her feet. Blissfully unaware, she was looking at them curiously, no doubt still trying to decipher their last message when Jeremy relayed the news of the hostile takeover to angry but sometimes relieved government organizations. All illusions of control by the old order were gone in an instant.

In his stupor from the near crushing impact of a giant woman’s thrusting pubic bone, the middle-aged outdoorsman noticed how shrunken and misshapen the metal cage around him had become. Her redwood fingers passed ominously overhead, towards more bendy toys that had ended up stuck in her goo a hundred feet below where he was suspended. Unseen but heard under fingertips, they crinkled with panic alarms and horns sounding in vain. The battles one sided and short lived before going silent with a slurp as the horny giantess slipped the cars into her crushing cunt. Another gross steam bath clung to his already damp clothes. Never had he or anyone been so surrounded by the thick smell of feminine lust, robbing the air of oxygen with aerosol estrogen spray coating his lungs. Huge ebony digits rubbed and prodded her sloshing labia almost hypnotically. While giving her clit one final rub, the inevitable happened and the geyser of frothing cum splashed down into the river. Not as prolific as the last time she loudly finished masturbating with the unoccupied vehicles below him, saying something that left him rattled but unaware the giantess was making her edict that anyone who crosses her would be in the next batch. The tiny, trapped man would not know what words she spoke for a while afterwards if ever, only that they activated his tinnitus. A cold shower of river water was not what he had in mind, but this was more like an extreme torture device as hundreds of gallons a minute washed over him. The only saving grace from the full force were the unaware giant woman’s lush, thrashing pubic hairs, coiled and entwined around his hopelessly trapped Ford Expedition. For hours now he had suffered the whims of the young black giantess, and as she stood up, he worried that she too had finally decided to visit the airport.

Trying to delve into the young woman’s possible thought process, the passenger jets idled on the runways, as if huddled in fear of her mighty shadow. A few engines whirred as surely the horny colossus had seen these Boeings, Airbuses and private jets, all tantalizing to the women who had just minutes earlier used up an entire skyscraper to get off. Still, to his surprise she simply ignored the spacious facility for now with its long runways and crowded terminals, to instead focus on her more visible cling-ons as Sanctity attended to the train turned jewelry for the otherwise nude woman. After a while the bath was refreshing, but he was also soaked head to toe from her activities, and nightfall was approaching. While other necessities were sorely lacking, the shelter of his rickety enclosure suspended above the skin covered landscape would have to do. As she went about her business, and pleasures, the tiny man did benefit from her body heat, albeit felt like he was being roasted alive. The blast furnace leading up to volcanic orgasms singed the giantess’s juicy pheromones all over ripped upholstery. It dropped from the drenched, sagging headliner. Without the possibly living train passengers who were now being rushed by rescuers on the ground, he felt like along with those on the blimp the last of those riding along with the unaware giant girl. As instructed, she headed back to land, but her jarring footsteps felt a little sharper, not that his ride was smooth as a chairlift on the slopes. Looking up at the sheer cliff of ebony skin, he saw something glinting under her hill sized underboob. The tiny older man realized she had missed a couple new pickups under her breasts. It was hard for a goddess to stay clean. The moment of clarity was interrupted when she picked up some building from the ground. It was a decent sized facility, but still fit in the palm of her outstretched hand. Jokingly fumbling it around a few times caused numerous cracks and smoke to pour out broken windows. Soon flames shot from the roof, the giant woman simply pursed her lips and whispered something loudly to it. It not only blew out the flames, but also the walls and ceilings in several rooms. At the same time from the blimp jumped two people dressed in black. The giant woman glared at them but received reassurance from the lightboard. His greasy steering wheel gripped in his hand, the tiny man was aware that while night fast approached, he was not going anywhere. Tangled in the moist pubic hairs of the unaware giantess, his mangled SUV would have to be his shelter and keep him from plummeting the seven stories down to her smooth but deadly ebony skin.

The president, jaw sometimes dropping but unusually silent, finally decided to issue a response. He knew full well what was unfolding on the Goodyear Blimp by now and while some images of the white dirigible ambling nearby the black giantess made it to television, he had yet to issue a statement for the speculation. Thanks to the chain of command, he still could communicate with them. Before he made any speeches or posts on his favorite social media platform, he wanted to know what if any insights the possibly belligerent occupants were looking for. What did this giant young woman want now that her power was unquestionable? He let them know he can see their airship and let them know what the capabilities of tomahawk missiles would do to them, dozens trained on them and big friends could not protect. That being said, if he was to do anything of that nature now not only would we lose the only people who can communicate calmly with the beast that we know of. The president also let them know he was aware about the four of them, their past lives on and off the web, where Jeremy, his friends, and loved ones all live. Just understand at this point we want peace with some face, we as America will lick our wounds, figure out a gameplan where we can coexist. You know, coastal Mexico and even Vancouver, BC are nice this time of year. Surely your big friend up there would love a little heat. Those onboard the blimp were flabbergasted. Besides, the commander in chief continued, the administration is coming up in midterms and the trench you could dig would outdo any wall the hands of man could build there. The stunned people on board were looking at each other in puzzlement but the pilot who knew best how to work the radio equipment first said that it was an honor to speak from his own aviation deck to an elected leader of the free world. His tone shifted to a little more maligned when he continued that he appreciates the input and will do the best they can, but in the end, they are dealing with a higher power now, so we will try our best to keep her straight, but make no mistakes, the world was revolving around her for the time being.

With that, he looked at the rest of those the blimp in almost a similar matter of the president in the war room. The president looked a little steamed and told his staff that for now we have to play his game, but he wanted to chase any clue he could to find out why she was so large. The other science facts behind it were hard to decipher, as while she offered more DNA than most national databases held with her deadly donations. This just turned out to be a red herring, as it had essentially cloned cells at an astonishing rate rather than mixing with the building blocks too much. Not wanting to draw the ire of someone so large who could cover ground at hundreds of miles an hour placated that he understood their plight, maybe we can still work something out, of course you know that we will have to keep in touch, do your best to try to limit civilian casualties underfoot and her cavernous stomach. You know her best Jeremy, try to find somewhere you can go in the useless woods where only the trees will be harmed. Once the president let them off the mike, he went on the air to deliver the news of what had happened, that right now it was best to remain calm, thoughts and prayers for those in the pacific northwest, and to go about their business. He would not detail the gruesome activities that Sanctity had perpetrated, but he did address the blimp saying that it was a government assigned liaison and would be assisting them in communicating with the giant woman. Even he knew that he had to keep some obvious truths from the public, as the giantess’s garbled words eventually made it to the media. The secret was out, and his advisory staff would have to leave no stone unturned in finding more information on Sanctity and Jeremy that might give some clue as to how this happened. The lab building was more likely key, but she had wisely destroyed it and her own apartment as well. For now, Jeremy and the blimp crew of four would be the lifeline, but a community would blossom around them. The president knew he had to do his best to rally his constituents, but not seem like he was inciting them, as he just may have to live with a big power beyond his control within the confines of the union. Still, he could not get reassurance of whether or not Sanctity was a lone output, or if more like her were on the way. The world was soon to find out the answer.

ATC radios garbled with squawks and buzzers, as seismic sensors were going crazy as the giant woman’s bony ass slammed into bedrock beneath the river silt. While there, she once again began to play with herself with some specks as those in the control tower used binoculars letting them know these were dwarfed vehicles. As she used her huge fingers to drag them up and down her slit, he had no way of knowing these were unoccupied. The airport around him buzzed with idled activity, as thousands watched the giantess masturbating once again near the same spot. Many had a hard time peeling their eyes off her jiggling breasts, dark brown areolas dancing high above the water. Glimmering silver rectangles sheared off her skin as flakes which tumbled down her horny body, adding to the spectacle. They tried their best to make sure planes of evacuees could take off, but the ground stops made it a difficult task. In the terminals it seemed like a near riot, as dozens tried in vain to go into aircraft that would be weighed down and not able to take off. Several desperate folks tried to stow away, leading to a few fatalities in the landing gear when retracted. Rubbing her clit with such a frenzy with a dozen clanky wrecks really started the flow from her vaginal folds. As the ebony giantess came, a few more intact SUVs tumbled down the waterfall of cum into the river. Heavy breathing high above was witnessed but not heard through the shatterproof glass stretching 360 degrees around the controllers, as the giantess came down from her orgasmic bliss, she rattled the structure again with words of warning. The true translation of her message was not immediately clear, but the tonality hinted at the meaning. Pilots on the runways chirped in frightened messages though at least Southwest flight engineer still was able to make a cheeky comment as was the way of the LUV airline, but stunned silence dominated the control tower. To the shock of those inside, they watched as the giant woman unclasped the beaten train necklace and lowered it near an abandoned parking lot turned staging area just off to their east. Emergency workers swarmed the hapless locomotive, a few passenger cars tumbled onto their sides as hours of pounding against her ebony skin had left the long tubes misshapen.

The young giantess finally rose and gingerly walked inland again, the ATC controllers looked baffled at the ponderous blimp, since the communication for that were kept mainly on military channels, not much was known of the significance of the dirigible, other than it was to be cleared of all civilian aircraft. It was weird however, rather than the giantess sending it down like a lead zeppelin, she seemed to show a whole lotta love for the dwarfed craft. It led her towards a building in the distance as more sparsely populated patches were trampled underfoot. Her mighty footsteps are still physical graffiti that would forever scar the landscape. Bending her magnificent body down, the young woman scoops up the facility looking proud of herself as she focuses on the bitty blimp. Off in the distance they think they see two small figures emerge from the floating gondola, but daylight is fading as the taxiway lights are almost all obscured by ground traffic. After several close calls, the giant woman started to move into the distance, but from their vantage point she would remain visible until daylight left them as she bedded down. On the crowded runways, this made departures difficult until the all clear was given for IFR. By then some of the panic had died down but abandoned vehicles overstuffed the parking lots and the departures terminal as flights slowly resumed. This higher volume exodus meant passenger planes started to run low as most scheduled flights in the region were diverted as a safety precaution. The control tower finally got word that emptier passenger and even cargo jets were being brought in, also unscheduled flights with officials, engineers and raw materials were cleared for landing as well. Over the next several weeks the volume of passengers in and out increased, as shaken residents from the suburbs and wilderness had a hard time adjusting to the new normal, where the towering ebony giantess could end their lives in an instant. Many never returned, though it was whom arrived in these flights that were more than happy to scoop abandoned property. Commercial flights and chartered excursions packed with search and recovery teams, profiteers, and the most diverse contingent of wanna be worshipers who heeded Sanctity’s words, heading towards the dark-skinned beacon of where humanity stood in the pecking order. She had truly left a changed world in her wake, and while this particular airport would be affected heavily by the young giantess, it would not be the last facility to have heavy aircraft bouncing with giantess footsteps. Unlike this close call, the next would not be so unscathed, as Boeing staved off major losses; it would be Airbus whose jets would be making some rough landings.

Sanctity had a day beyond her wildest dreams to this point, going from just another young woman buried in social media, and the going concerns of any 23-year-old to being in a position of unimaginable power. It did limit the wardrobe options to just her birthday suit, but she was comfortable with her body and if anyone wasn’t there was nothing the puny person could do about it. Everything had been such a delightful experience, and she felt radiant, glowing, but still could not shake the feeling that something was amiss. Sanctity wondered to herself why she did not feel more remorse about being a blatant mass murderer who squished and devoured countless thousands. Her mind kept telling her in some weird way not to worry about people so small that they could not be seen, but she knew in her heart she was altering lives for generations with every step. As her teensy friend hovered nearby, she wondered who had left him behind as the bitty specks parachuted from the blimp. Gazing back at the smoldering city and the setting February sun, Sanctity then peered at the lab building within her hand. It was badly damaged from her rough handling as well as the wind her lungs generated extinguishing the fire she started. She would still hold onto it until Jeremy told her otherwise, although he must have seen her oopsie in damaging the facility. Her beautiful body cast a miles long shadow on the virgin ground, not only reminding her that the evening approached, but also of her supreme power over humanity. How long could this last she wondered? Would she never return to her normal 5-foot size again? What would or even could she eat? It was weirdly satisfying to devour the many buildings, vehicles and people earlier and suffered no ill effects which she felt was odd. She realized maybe her new size simply overwhelmed most bacteria but what of the good bugs within her aiding digestion? Sanctity decided not to worry too much about this for now, as without a rival she could focus on such things later. For now, all the sexual energy released along with the walking, grinding and running was finally making her a tad tired. Having shed the weight that the bitsy blimp had on board, Jeremy seemed to read her mind as to what the next destination would be. Granted, this was the Pacific Northwest so there was some vagueness in the proposed selection. Forests surrounded her as they had ever since she had stepped off the Monrovia connecting plane from Heathrow to Portland years prior. Working her way back to the stream with the lighter airship in tow, she looked to her east to see one of the few things which rivaled her newfound height. Granted, landforms were geologically stable for millions of years versus a living, mobile being. There were two mountains she had in mind, one had been halved in an instant in 1980 by a pyroclastic flow and volcanic eruption up north, and this did weigh on her as she was now so large she wondered if she could trigger a similar event at her destination.

This force of nature might be the only thing that could rival if not threaten her, so as she stepped back into the Columbia River, she bore this mind. Sanctity walked swiftly upstream into a wooded area; her sights now set on the primordial forests around Mt. Hood. As she looked down over the twinkling orange streetlights of a rural neighborhood which would play a great host to her tiny friends whether they wanted to or not, Sanctity took one last look at the city of Portland. While darkness robbed their view of her, she marveled at the distant emergency lights as twilight shrouded the landscape. Bending her beautiful body down, she laid the lab down in a nice thicket, watching in dismay as half the structure collapsed from her handling of it but at least she had retrieved it for her tiny friends, they didn’t specify that it be in one piece. At first, she pondered circling like a dog to flatten her bedding down, but instead she decided to simply lay down on a dense forest and felt tickled as thousands of trees splintered to make her bed. She was immediately saddened by the ecological impact, but her higher brain functions had been seemingly overridden for much of the day and besides, she did need somewhere to lay down and sleep. Closer to the ground now, she watched as the tiny blimp looked concerned about a place to land. Extending her palm out, she pressed her hand flat in a nearby abandoned field twice then used her pointer finger to write ‘land here cuties’ to show them her intentions. Jeremy must have gotten the message as the pilot oriented the Goodyear Blimp it read one last message for the day “THX LUV”. She blew them a kiss as they set down in the hastily made clearing. As the sun set and tired from the day, Sanctity closed her big brown eyes for the last time and went to sleep, letting the littlies sort things out below, tomorrow would be another day.

The last unscheduled stop for the wounded survivors aboard the warm passenger train capped off their chaotic day in an almost anticlimactic fashion. Initial fears of becoming the humongous Liberian girl’s next snack evolved into a constant, mortal dread as they were tossed about, beaten and battered by her emotional motions. The carnage going on far below where their locomotive was being treated as flimsy jewelry by the otherwise nude colossus, sounds of suburbs under attack wafted up through broken windows. Many noises were blocked by the nearby smooth, brown, fleshy hills that bobbed and jiggled menacingly on every earth-shattering step. With every rise and fall of her magnificent body came terrorizing moments of weightlessness followed by a bone shattering crunch. G forces were enough to press bodies hard against the aluminum sides of the dimpled train. If you rest over a window and aren't able to scramble off your fate was sealed as people fell up to 200 stories, though many a fall ended splattered against a plain of firm, ebony thigh. Over the hours of ups and downs, less than a third of the initial passengers were still breathing, dozens twisted into mangle piles of wheezing flesh and sinew. Ruptured organs caused the wounded to cough blood everywhere, stomachs emptied of contents and all this because Sanctity got off on murdering themselves and others. After a final scare when a sea of parked vehicles were pressed two dimensional by the giant woman’s ample chest, suicide was contemplated, but many badly severed spines meant movement was impossible in any direction. One last heat bath from the young woman’s skin as her sequoia fingers smashed a couple Toyota Sequoias against her swollen clit. Her low moans of pleasure were somehow hypnotically relaxing compared to her last orgasmic event. If anyone was to survive, the traumatizing ride of the skyscraper followed by the metal rattling moan was enough, the muffled implosion then expulsion of a building would scar them for life. Hearing, then smelling the feminine cum after Sanctity mothered several blocks of darkened streets, horns, screams and sirens forever silenced. After the giantess enjoyed one last uninterrupted orgasm, she did something none of the handful of survivors expected, as her hands suddenly reached their way.

Thinking this was it and that they would end up as metal flakes like the last things between her womanly fingers, a jutting clashing sound ended up being their train unclasped from Sanctity’s long neck. Ground approaching at breakneck speed, an unexpected tug like a jutting elevator slowed their descent, as bloodshot eyes saw flashing lights in an overgrown parking lot they seemed to be aimed at. Weeds grew through cracked asphalt as only a handful of survivors witnessed the event. A number of these would later succumb to injuries, even years later, by the marginally aware giantess who did not care. Some survived, but most with multiple external, internal and mental injuries that would linger for the rest of their lives. Sparks were like fireworks on contact with solid not fleshy ground. As the giant woman towered into the sky as she sauntered around miles away from them, she finally faded into the distance as the first rescuers arrived at the train. Being met by various police, fire and EMTs, those gathered near the long span of highway Sanctity had kissed, ground into her cunt, flattened and the last for desert over an hour before. Unfortunately, there was not much left to do, as hundreds had long since splattered against her dark skin or under a subriver footstep as tattered corpses strapped into driver seats approached the giant woman’s colon. Train passengers were guided off into the dozens of waiting ambulances and whatever nearby SUVs could be commandeered for service. Over the next several days and months survivors would be heavily vetted due to conspiracy theories on the internet and the government itself wanting clues from those who spent time closest to the giantess, willing or otherwise. Trust would become a scarce commodity in humanity as it neared subjugation under one possibly tyrannical being. Those who survived the initial train ride traveled many miles with those around them getting maimed and killed. The giantess ass cheeks fading into the distance that first night into the Cascades, some found themselves drawn while others who survived the ride went in the other direction spearheading resistance groups. As the giant woman settled down however, the plot would only thicken over the coming months on the country and world stage.

Over time, the city tried to rebuild, but depopulation was an initial hard barrier to overcome. Like that of many rust belt cities in the upper Midwest and mill cities in the northeastern United States, economies struggled. But unlike those drawn-out events, the natural disaster had an attractive physique, had stuck around and had a mind of her own making opportunities emerge in the days following Sanctity’s wild ride. In the immediate aftermath, the infrastructure was in shambles, every single footprint erased hundreds of feet of roadway, neighborhoods and leveled entire city blocks. Anything caught under the full weight of the impressive young woman was pressed dozens of feet into pits with no chance of survival, as many structures that just missed this fate suffered partial or complete collapses, trapping thousands. Over the following weeks to try to clear these and rescue any people clinging to life, temporary roadways were erected around the deep trenches from the five heavy toes of the footfalls. Over time, the smoothed-out pits combined with the rainy pacific northwest climate caused hundreds of new ponds to sprout up as wildlife would return to areas unsuitable to rebuild, to the delight of Sanctity. Some neighborhoods were forever abandoned, with vacant homes dotting the landscape. Many inhabitable ones still connected to utilities were claimed by squatters while others were reclaimed by nature. The former owners or tenants perhaps moved away or had their flattened remains at the bottom of a sole shaped pool held tight by a slab of rusting metal. Many survivors were mentally scarred with PTSD and nagging injuries from the events of the day, having lost relatives and friends to the sadistic giantess. They felt nothing was left for them in Oregon and fled to places further south and east, leaving many spaces for others who wanted to be close to the burgeoning goddess to move in. As Sanctity settled, parts of the city that weren't deemed uninhabitable by the building collapsing tremors from the 23-year-old Liberian giantess were retrofitted by a bustling cottage industry of hotels and Airbnbs for people wanting to catch a glimpse of her more sedate day to day life.

Of course, most did not want to get too close, but another more robust community sprung up in her literal shadow, as people came to worship the giant ebony woman. This community had its own leaders and autonomous free will while under heavy surveillance from the outstanding U.S. government. The city itself still had most buildings standing and while many roads were cracked with most higher profile vehicles tipped over during the initial voyage, these were patched with time to allow Portland to once again attain a new normal. The omnipresent presence of the young woman of the woods nearby was almost disconnected, except when she went downriver to scratch a deep-seated itch using vehicles left in the port facilities, as she continued to pass out edicts through her tiny friends in the Cascades. Many wondered what the future would hold as world leaders tried to shore up defenses should she come their way. A growing scientific community and government officials seized various properties around the city and suburbs to try to understand the mechanisms at work that caused the seemingly normal young woman to grow so large and libidinous. These industries soon overtook the metropolitan area as the top employers as they raced to find out what if anything could be done with what the president had deemed the ‘giantess problem’. With the world watching, many questions would be answered in the coming weeks at least as to if Sanctity was alone or if there were others. Luckily for the time being in the region, the genesis of the issue would occur half a world away but would still have effects on those in the area. Instead of dragging the U.S. into their conflicts starting in the 1910s sans Franz Ferdinand, the latest actions over the coming months would erase their isolationist regards later in 2018 on the Eurasian continent, and this one too would seek revenge for the distant past.

Jeremy and the skeleton crew on the Goodyear blimp were relieved how well their plans had worked out so far, as Sanctity had understood enough of their scroll to be able to assist them in mapping out how to end the tumultuous day. Of course, they knew it would ultimately be of her choosing. The crew jettisoned the last two ‘spies’ as they would jokingly label outsiders in more of a football sense as they were considered the enemy. Their star could reach any endzone with terrifying rapidity. The tiny foursome on the blimp knew they were being thrust onto the world stage, whether they wanted to or not. All their lives and those around them changed on that day. Many family members would migrate in their directions, but not all with some denouncing them in Sanctity’s aftermath. The first and foremost witnesses were the agents who were ejected from the airship. One fractured a forearm on landing, but each were heavily vetted in the months ahead as they had spent the most time during that critical stretch. Their info would become redundant in the following weeks and were mainly kept off media radars so as not to reveal any sensitive information. Unfortunately for them, they knew the least about the lab as they rode their parachutes down. As the building, hard drives, Crispr codes and all the records were damaged beyond repair in the palm of a giant woman’s hand, unceremoniously deposited in a new location. Jeremy knew it was time to leave the river Sanctity was glomping down into the forests. He typed in,

“NOW IS YOUR MOMENT, WOODS?”

A set of thirty-foot lashes winked, actually disturbing a cloud above. The heat and humidity from their horny, giant friend had caused thick fog in some destroyed areas making impossible rescues more difficult. With a nod, she did an about face, and her soles loudly began splintering thick trees, but from their aerial vantage point it was easy to see where she was headed. It must have been spooky for the tiny people, as first tremors beyond the tree line surrounding yards. Running inside they gathered only what they could and bolted to their Teslas and Tahoes. As the head, shoulders, breasts then knees of the young giantess appeared in the sky, many tire marks hopelessly fled long driveways. Hearing the cracking lumber in the dark woods was followed by the giantess simply vanishing, though their TVs and devices showed why. During the crucial first hours, many officials were in contact with the rogue blimp, but as they followed the rhythmic motions of the world’s most deadly ass, the heavily body climbed out of the river, and seemed pained to find a stretch of secluded trees near a ritzy neighborhood. Most would quickly abandon those expensive homes, leaving behind valuable resources in communication and libations. While Sanctity started to recline her magnificent body down into a pine scented massage, the pilot picked a landing zone to put them down for the first time in hours. The rest of the country seemed to breathe a sigh of relief but tomorrow would be a new day with challenges beyond their comprehension. The landing was sharp, but no one was injured, as the pilot took more of a strongarm lead as they disembarked in a toppled field of lumber. There, Sanctity’s true form tower over them but her warm smile and ebony body gave off a glow in the fading sunlight. Not knowing what to expect, they jumped on social media not only to read about themselves but also start gathering support. Even having someone resembling a deity on their side they knew they would need to get by with help from their little friends. Jeremy still felt the closest connection to Sanctity, as he was looking at her differently but with real familiarity.

The crew found the first, locked, abandoned house and in the garage was a blue Land Rover Discovery. Unfortunately, when she touched down her movements inevitably snapped wires and broke transformers, so the SUV was trapped. Another nearby house with solar panels however was a good second base. A trickle of close supporters would arrive in the coming hours, as they rested after freeing the trapped vehicle via Kool-Aid Man burst through the aluminum barrier. As some of their colleagues hadn’t gone into hiding during the hectic times and were intercepted by eager FBI agents and police officers, the media soon found ways to contact them. Public information became both a boon and their greatest enemy as they all settled down for the night. Several hundred yards away they moored the Goodyear Blimp facing the giant woman in the clearing her hands effortlessly cleared for the airship, as they could hear her breathe in the woods. Some relatives and other mission critical contacts arrived on the roads as the military thought of trying, but agreed it was too risky. If an imposter were to contact her from the blimp and she found out, the country could essentially cease to exist with the sexual rage the giantess was capable of. Many were able to sleep for the first time in hours, as others were forced to work hours of overtime.

It was a lonely existence, as thousands had perished all around him, the lone survivor trapped on the body of a goddess. The train was finally laid to rest, becoming a monument to that day, that Sanctity paid tribute to by not stomping whenever she would walk past it to check out the latest rides to sacrifice to her lust. The tiny people even tried to paint pictures of batteries on the pavement, but knew with the rolling blackouts it would be hard to trick her that these were indeed all electric vehicles. Other countries were glad to fill in for demand, but within several weeks these would wane under more local impacts on America’s allies and rivals alike. For now, the tiny man in the crumpled Ford truck trapped in the coily pubic hairs of the half mile woman contemplated when the ride would end. She seemed more relaxed as she sauntered up the river. From his high humid vantage point, he sees a scattered neighborhood in the woods near the Cascades. He was truly left behind and would have to fend through the night. The warm body he was suspended near was radiating enough heat to keep him warm so at least he would not succumb to exposure. She blasted the trees with her forearm as he feared the worst as pine dust and splitters rose, but the giantess rested on her side. Luckily for him, this is how she was comfortable sleeping, sometimes rolling on her back. In the off chance she got a splinter her nipples would thank her, but at her size her skin was so thick even old growth pine tickled as her nerves were able to dull frivolous intrusions. The designer DNA coursing beneath his metal prison had changed a lot about what went on inside the giant body unaware of his presence, but the beautiful exterior remained unchanged. The acres of ebony skin taut against the young woman’s body seemed less tense with the darkening skies. In the clearing below he saw the Goodyear blimp ponderously setting down. All four had left the gondola, though from his distance they looked like specks. He thought about shouting but felt it was futile over the ambient noise of settling, cracked lumber still splintering like gunshots. It reminded him of a rare ice storm his localized region experienced one year, and this din wasn’t worth losing his voice over. The people were so close but still so far out of reach, he would have to take it easy maybe and make it past all night.

When he was younger in the 80s, he had to survive with a different set of circumstances with another disabled vehicle. Going down forgotten trails in the Cascades in his International Scout, it broke an axle and left him stranded miles into the woods. He had to set off using what he had around him and days later wandered into a diner right as it opened. Even though his cash had soaked through in summer sweat, the wait staff was kind enough to aid him with provisions and call the ambulance. This time water would be harder to find, even though salty dew clung to his upholstery in his tattered truck. Sweat and other feminine body fluids were not likely to stave off dehydration, and his windshield washer reservoir was filled with antifreeze. He could only hope for rain as the giant girl’s body heat would surely melt any snow before it reached the ground. He could see the lights on some houses in the distance, and that is the direction the four people set off in. The battery in his damaged Ford died and his phone smashed by his violent tackle box, getting anyone's attention was going to be a tall task. A few fruitless days passed before an opportunity arose as the giant woman brought the blimp to the mountains. While mobile, it appeared the people were building her an LED sign board to better communicate with her. As the ponderous aircraft ascended towards a peak, the young woman began to press herself into another. It was clear she was using the landscape itself to get off, as her wet labia sloshed over the rocks, but as she came and came to rest an opportunity to escape arose. The blimp had settled down in a nearby clearing and the top of some pines were tantalizingly close to his stranded vehicle in her pubic hairs. He thought that it was time to climb out and take a leap of faith. Instead, just before he jumped, she shifted back bringing her womanhood close enough to the blimp to see the two occupants. Horn disabled he let out first a turkey then his patented sasquatch call, which yielded no results when he smacked his forehead and remembered his LED flashlight. Hoping someone on board the blimp knew morse code or could be distracted from the giantess getting off as if it was blase, and amazingly, he grabbed the attention of the two men in the blimp. At first they look surprised, but the LED board displayed first a message for the giantess, followed by one for him saying,

“HANG ON, LADDER ON WAY”

Relieved that his wild ordeal might soon be coming to an end, little did the outdoorsman know what his importance would be in the coming months with the slowly gathering motley crew and their giant friend.