About 35 miles southwest of her position, was the small town of Willcox which hugged the Interstate-10 and spread mostly on the freeway’s southern side. When General Harston presented his plan, he convinced the brass that his battle zone could go as far as the freeway, and even if it didn’t, the passers-by could possibly see the battle and thus the giant woman who they wanted to remain a secret. Consequently, the Federal Government made the difficult decision of allowing him to close down a portion of a freeway that stretched unbroken from the Pacific to Atlantic Ocean.
Willcox, AZ is the closest town west of where I-10 is met by Highway 191 coming down from the north. The freeway runs at almost a perfect northeast – southwest angle in this area and the blockade is three miles northeast of the town, which marked the last eastbound access to the freeway before the 191 junction. There was an overpass which gave eastbound drivers the choice of going back west on the I-10 or taking one of two country roads back to Wilcox. No matter what, they were turning back west. Once in Wilcox, the shortest detour involved driving over 50 miles south to the Mexican border where they can then go northeast to re-connect with the I-10 in Steins, New Mexico. Just a 154-mile detour on rural two-lane roads for one of the busiest arteries in the country. Not much less than a 150-foot woman would prompt such a decision.
The soldiers at the Wilcox blockade wondered what they did to upset the General to be given this assignment, in which nearly every vehicle that reached the blockade demanded:
· An explanation for the freeway closing, which was classified
· How long would it be closed, which they didn’t know
· Directions on where to go instead. The answers of which did not make anyone happy.
As a result, eastbound traffic was backed up for almost 20 miles and this was early in the morning. It would get nothing but hotter and more jammed as the day wore on.
Like the other mountain ranges of Arizona, the Mount Graham range jutted up out of otherwise flat desert land. From the backed-up traffic on the freeway 30 miles away, it was a little more than a gray, rough edge on the horizon, silhouetted against the morning sun on the left side of the freeway. Consequently, when Wanda stood up to be a silhouette twice as tall as the mountain range in front of her, the vast majority of the jammed motorists didn’t notice. Her pose and the angle from their perspective obscured her human form somewhat. So, what they saw was a particularly tall and narrow peak that rivaled the height of Mount Graham itself, which was further north on the range. Those familiar with the range were puzzled as to why this peak appeared unfamiliar. As for those who happened to be looking at the range when Wanda stood up, well they were freaking out a bit and questioning their eyesight. The silhouette looked much more human to them.
However; when Wanda turned and started walking south, that caught everyone’s attention and they all shared a similar level of shock but for the clueless souls stuck behind a semi. The silhouette was still quite small from the distance, but thanks to Wanda’s exaggerated proportions it was clearly a female form. There was no understanding beyond that except that they now had their reason for why the freeway was closed.
Wanda had only walked a couple of steps when she noticed a paradox. Air rushing into her body suggested she was traveling quickly, yet her gait was noticeably slow. Up until now her slow movement seemed to be a subconscious effort to increase her dramatic majesty, but she had no such intention now. Her walking pace would be faster than one step per second. Counting by thousands under her breath, there was a full six seconds from one step to the next, which was apparently her natural gait when each leg weighed an ungodly number of tons and swinging forward over 4,000 feet per step. She could rush it, but why?
Besides, each six seconds resulted in a step that was an event unto itself. She felt the ground vibrate each time the earth had to receive her weight, causing a ripple in the ground to radiate outward from her foot for a few miles kicking up a low layer of sand dust. The sand itself felt like talcum powder and behaved like it too with a massive cloud of sand billowing up from the perimeter of each foot as it landed. Unnoticed by Wanda was that the pressure and heat generated thereof left the sand as a near glass-like substance in her footprints.
With the extra time between steps Wanda couldn’t help but put a little more swagger in her stride. She didn’t notice the Interstate until she was practically right on top of it. Looking little more than a dark gray double underline at her feet to her left and right, she pivoted to the right, and let her eyes follow the lines as made a big sweeping curve to her left to take her southwest to Tucson. She let the interstate guide her way.
Back behind the roadblock, as everyone watched her travel along the horizon, apparently unharmed from whatever the military tried to do. Most hoped that she would just keeping heading south and become Mexico’s problem. No such luck though, as they watched the shadow figure stop, shift in shape and begin moving in their direction.
All hell broke loose as everyone looked for a means to escape their eastbound confinement to the empty westbound lanes and flee the approaching giant. Everyone except one.
Brian Hayashi was at the beginning of the second of a three-day drive from El Segundo, California to San Antonio, Texas with his nuclear family to attend a family wedding when he came to this traffic jam. Now, 70 minutes later, he had creeped up to 6th in line in his lane. For 20 of those minutes, he contemplated crossing the median when it was obvious that everyone was being turned back. But while his Audi A6 had all-wheel drive, it was no off-roader and other passenger cars had already gotten stuck in such an attempt.
Brian’s almost savant mathematical skills were key in his becoming and thriving as an aeronautical engineer, thus math was the first thing he turned to in solving any problem. Even this sudden, very big one.
“Oh my God, we’ve got to get out of here!” Mayako, his wife exclaimed. “Can we force our way to the off ramp? Can we crossover to the other side?”
“No! We are getting out of here, but not that way!” Kids! Put your seatbelt back on.” He pulled the car onto the right shoulder and started negotiating past the squirming vehicles in front of them.
Just as they were approaching the roadblock. A very badly battered military vehicle arrived from the giant woman’s direction, with many injured-looking soldiers in the back. Having long since lost any radio contact, the blockade soldiers rushed to the truck find out what happened.
Brian maneuvered the car past the blockade, prompting a few yells from the soldiers but nothing more. The giant woman was coming. Some idiot driving toward her was no longer their problem.
“Brian! What the hell are we doing!” Mayako shouted using language never before spoken in front of the kids
“We are leaving this traffic jam, but we are not going back the other way!”
“Why the hell not?”
“That woman in front of us is about two miles tall!”
“That’s exactly why we should turn around!”
We can’t out run her! At her height, each step is more than two-thirds of a mile long, and she takes a step every 6 seconds. That means she is moving at 400 miles per hour or faster. There is no point in running away.
Mayako took a moment to process this. “But why are we driving toward her? What if she sees us and stomps on us?”
“From two miles, up this road is just thin lines to her. She shouldn’t notice a single car, especially a dark gray one.”
“Shouldn’t! She shouldn’t even exist but she does! But...”
I’m driving toward her, watching her steps. I’m going to position us between them. I couldn’t do that among all those other cars!”
By now, the approaching Wanda was no longer a silhouette but a quite naked woman in full if still somewhat backlit detail. Brian wanted to concentrate on her feet, but couldn’t help but fixate on her sleek figure and the incredibly large round breasts which moved subtly from side to side. Thus, it was something of a relief when her upper body was no longer visible through the windshield. He was still finding it challenging to judge the distances to her landed feet, and now each landing was felt by a bump in the car, adding to the prevailing hysteria. Her right foot came down about a mile away, or was it longer? He tried to find a mathematical solution until finally something in his head simply said Stop! Stop! STOP!!
Brian heeded his sub-conscious and no sooner did the thumping of the Anti-lock Brake system bring the car to a halt, her left foot - larger than two side-by-side aircraft carriers - hit the ground less than a hundred feet in front of them.
He didn’t even finish his sigh of relief when a huge sand storm from the landing rushed toward them. “Brace yourselves!” He yelled just before it hit. The shock wave of displaced air hit the car just after it was tossed up from a seven-foot ripple in the ground rolling under it. The car did a twisting triple flip that would have done an Olympic snowboarder proud before landing nose first, flipping forward again and stopping right side up facing west.
For two seconds, Brian sat stunned before he raised a hand to lift the spent airbag curtain hanging in front of his missing driver’s door window and gazed at the giant woman’s shiny back and behind appearing through the sand cloud as she walked away.
Amid many cuts, bruises, and airbag burns, his wife, son and daughter were OK. After some trouble getting the trunk open, they all dragged their roller luggage behind them as they began the trek back to Willcox, which was still the closest town. And as they walked around deep 1500-foot-long footsteps, Mayako talked non-stop about what stupid thing Brian did for over an hour and a half until they reached the former road block, at which point she changed her tune a bit.
Brian was completely correct that Wanda had not seen the tiny car that approached her. As she rounded a bend that had pointed the road due southwest, the road extended and narrowed to the point where it simply vanished in the barren sand. Except, in the distance there were linear sparkles of light, like a far-off glittering single strand of gossamer. It was, as she suspected, the sun reflecting off the windshields and chrome grilles of the vehicles jammed from the freeway closing and it became her focus of attention.
When you have over a thousand fully panicked drivers all try to escape at once, things don’t go well. Many did get stuck in the sand. Collisions occurred between those speeding away in the west bound lanes and those who just crossed onto them. Then, a semi-truck tractor made it across but blocked all west-bound lanes when its trailer remained stuck in sand.
By the time she approached the roadblock, the formerly linear formation of vehicles had disrupted into chaos.
“Someone should fix this mess!” she said aloud, and with no more thought given than that pithy comment, she brought her left foot down on the “mess”. 174 vehicles and 223 people were crushed in a fraction of a second. Wanda had never experienced such an influx of life-forces in a single instant, and the heady effect was not unlike that of a big snort of cocaine. She actually staggered slightly with her next step in the sand.
‘I need more of that!’ she thought and brought her left foot again down on the crowded freeway, resulting in a similar casualty count. This time, however; after taking a right step, she rolled her left foot up on her toes and brought the top of the foot down on the freeway, followed by her lower leg, than upper leg up to her left hip. And so, on as she laid face down aligning her left side with the freeway. Her left breast came down right on top of the overpass for the main exit into Willcox, flattening not only the overpass but a Texaco station, Burger King, Carl’s Jr., a smoothie stand, plus both a Days Inn and Super 8 Hotels. The shock wave further wiped out a McDonalds and most of a Safeway and an adjacent shopping center. Her right breast came down with less impact, but it still hit the ground almost square on a TA Truck stop. All the restaurants had all been filled beyond capacity by drivers seeking refuge from the traffic jam.
Greedy to the last, Wanda completed her drop by stretching out her arm along the freeway. In just a few seconds, she had crushed or otherwise killed over 3500 people. And boy could she feel it! The life forces swirled within her offering up a mosaic of peoples last glimpses of life, much of which displayed some part of her body.
She had to take a breather while her head cleared, already leaning to her left, she simply rolled to her back, which flattened the much of the rest of the town and what wasn’t under her was blown away by the displaced air. Instead of recovering from the first massive influx of human life force, she shocked herself by adding close to another 2,900 souls to her tally.
Wanda hadn’t really intended to destroy Willcox, Arizona, she just let her whims get the best of her. As she lay on her back, she experienced the paradox of being worn out from a big injection of energy. The energy from about 6400 souls surged within her like excess adrenalin, and she was almost nauseous from it, even as she continued to take in yet more energy from the sun.
But the sun did feel good on her naked body as she looked up to a solid blue sky, while brushing smashed micro cars and building bits from her breasts. So, what’s wrong with taking a little time out for sunbathing? Continuing to gaze at the featureless sky, she spotted a feature. An airliner high in the sky, probably flying coast-to-coast. She followed its trajectory as the sun continued to heat her body. Airplane. Heat. Airplane. Heat. She let those two thoughts co-mingle in her mind and then on the plane. She then decided to let her conscious pay the plane a visit.
It was chaos inside as people cried out while baking in the cabin even as some were looking out the window at…her. Of course, her 2-mile-long body would be quite visible from up here. The crew in the cockpit struggled to stay conscious as they looked in vain for the source of the heat. She heard the co-pilot cry out that the fuel temperature had reached critical before a mass of fire overwhelmed her and she was back in her body watching the fire and smoke expand from the explosion in the sky. A second or two later she heard the explosion’s sound.
Wanda surprised herself with the casual manner in which she accomplished that. Whether it was her size, or all the energy she had available, her abilities were far more powerful than ever before. And with that thought she spied yet another airliner.
Still eager to shed some energy, she decided to handle this one with a little more nuance. She mentally reached out to take control over the plane’s movement. The two wing-mounted engines were giving her a modicum of resistance, so looking at the base of the wings on each side, she directed a little force. A crack appeared at the base of each wing and she expanded pressure in those cracks, lengthening them until the wings simply broke off the plane. She let the wings drop, having no interest in them. But she had plenty of interest in the remaining fuselage. It looked like a wonderful dildo to her.
Back inside her body, she set about the gravitational manipulation that would be involved in controlling the plane and bring it to her. Despite appearances from the ground, she reminded herself that it was indeed still hurling rapidly through the air at something close to 500 mph.
Telekinesis by shifting gravitational forces took some effort to finesse. She could shift the forces from side to side, but as soon as she starting countering directly countering the earthward downward force, she had to transfer that existing force to herself. That left her with two limitations: She couldn’t lift anything with significantly more mass than she could hold though that was mitigated by her muscle enhancement, and she couldn’t lift herself so as to fly. Wanda believed that eventually she could transfer the gravitational force to something other than herself; to the ground even, and solve both those issues but she hadn’t been successful at that yet, and it was a goal best left for another day. ‘She just had one phenomenal breakthrough in magic today, and it gave her plenty to explore. Besides, that first limitation was largely irrelevant at the moment unless she wanted to start pushing the moon around.
For the moment, she was content with the airliner. With the wings gone, the forward motion was mere momentum and after shifting gravity rearward to slow it down, she brought it into a relaxed downward spiral. After a minute of steadily descending, she was starting to feel impatient and was about to speed the process when she realized it was already hovering right above her. That is when she had to laugh at herself. Because if there is anything more ridiculous, than using an airliner for a dildo, it is when the airliner is no longer than and much thinner than the last third of her pinkie finger. She had forgotten just how big she was.
Still, she didn’t intend to bring all these good people down here for nothing, particularly when this was the most stable levitating she had ever performed. She swiveled the plane to point at her and then lowered it slowly between her breasts. And then, since her hands were free, she pushed her breasts little closer to each other until they were on the verge of touching each side of the wingless plane. Next, she puckered her lips leaving a round opening just large enough for the fuselage to slip through, at least up to the tail. Then she opened her mouth wide so all the passengers could see its inside and the teeth on either side.
But this was all just foreplay and she had teased her little companion enough. So, out of the mouth it came where it floated backward slowly all down her body until she dropped it down between her legs. Wanda remote-viewed herself down to this area so she could see better. It occurred to her only later that she had never remote-viewed and levitated something at the same time. Looking forward from her knees, Wanda rotated the plane so that everyone could see their destination, and then, with the plane pointed forward, advanced it up to and then in her pussy, tail and all. She had it move back and forth a bit, and roll over a couple of times, and even turned it around.
She was interrupted by another biological need. Her body was giving her the first notice that she was going to have to take a shit. Or, more accurately, leave one. This was pretty much right in keeping with her morning schedule as well. Fortunately, the need was far from dire, which gave her a chance to think of the most appropriate location.
That took her all of about two seconds.
So, it was time to move on. Tempted to just clinch her pussy for a fitting end to her tiny captives, she instead let the battered craft float out of her nether region and come back to float just above her face again.
“You guys should have some good stories to tell!” She said to them before she sent it a few hundred feet away from her, lowered it slowly to the ground, and released it, as it leaned on the starboard wing stub.
Getting up from the flattened town, Wanda figured if she was going to reach the proper location for her bathroom break, she would have to break from the freeway and head directly to it. It would be about a 170-mile walk through the desert, which should take abut 25 minutes if she stayed in the correct direction. She hoped she could make it.
Standing up, she energy-shielded the detritus of Willcox off her body and started heading northwest.