“So, that’s it? The famous ferris wheel?” The trio stood in front of the Viennese landmark, arms crossed, visibly unimpressed. At 65 meters it reached barely to the giant’s bellies.  

“Look! It’s already missing one cabin.” Vera bends down investigating closely. “Also, they’re all empty.” Her disappointment was palpable. 

“They must’ve evacuated it after that gondola had crashed.” Ivis shrugged. 

Fernanda stepped forward, gently pushing past Vera. “Well, then they won’t need it anymore I guess!” Her huge arms stretched wide; she grabbed both sides of the metal wheel structure; her emerald dress tightening around her powerful thighs. The metal screamed in protest as she began to pull. Her biceps bulged, the fabric of her ripped dress stretched over her muscles like a second skin before ripping even more. Standing at that wheel, she looked like a grotesque sailor at a steering wheel. The sight didn’t last long though. 

The crowds watched in horror as the Ferris wheel groaned, the bolts holding it in place slowly giving way. Her eyes gleaming with excitement, Fernanda tore the wheel from its foundation with a grunt of effort. The bolts snapped like twigs, sending sparks flying into the night sky. The Brazilian giantess lifted the wheel triumphantly over her head. 

“This is who you are fucking with!” Fernanda roared. Vera and Ivis giggled, the older giantess admiring the muscular physique of the Brazilian. 

Her legs flexed, muscles rippling as she found her balance. With a powerful swing, she flung the Ferris wheel through the air like a giant discus. The massive wheel spun through the night, before slamming into the side of the nearby train station. The impact was deafening, the sound of shattering glass and crunching metal echoing through the park. Many of the cabins burst open on impact, some were flung off, crashing into surrounding buildings and the streets around the Prater Stern square. 

Fernanda straightened up, brushing off her hands. 

Ivis came up next to her, sensually stroking her large athletic arms. “Let’s get going, before they all run off.”  

Fernanda smiled. “That wouldn’t be any fun.” 

The Brazilian’s step into the park was the cue the crowds have needed to finally flee the area, and the result was pandemonium. Thousands of visitors stampeded through the narrow alleys between the park attractions, away from the three giants at the entrance. This included many of the ride operators, which in turn left countless people trapped in the park rides. 

The giant stiletto crashed down into the crowd. Half a dozen people were splattered into gory mush by Ivis’ foot. Another dozen was knocked over by the shock wave, just to be squished by the other two giantesses on their next step.  

Step after step, more and more people explode under the three women’s feet. The sound of their screams, the cracking of breaking bones and bodies and the pops of their exploding forms created a gruesome symphony of violence and death. 

Vera, at this point, had discarded her shoes and went bare foot. She loved the feeling of their tiny bodies exploding. It tingled a little and the squishy remains squeezing up between her toes just felt great. 

At ground level it was a massacre. One man could only watch as his wife and kids vanished under the teenager’s bare foot, a sickening crunch was the last thing he ever heard from them. Two women fell on top of each other when the Brazilian’s shoe sole came down on them, compacting their bodies into each other before liquifying them together with four other people into bloody red mush. Many people lost appendages. Ivis’ foot crushed the top half of a man trying to carry away his dachshund to safety, his legs sticking out from under her sole. A balloon salesman was caught in her next step, his lower body crushed. The balloons tied to his dying upper body gave the scene a surreal and grotesque look—at least for a few seconds, as Vera aimed her foot directly at the balloons. Their popping sounds drowned out the screams of the three boys her heel drove into the pavement, their bodies immediately tearing apart under her. 

Next in their path was a bachelorette party group. The eight women were making their traditional rounds, selling small bottles of liquor and raunchy sex toys to strangers to collect money for the wedding party all while getting shit faced on said liquor. Dancing around, giddy and drunk, they never realized what was coming for them. The first two women disappeared under Fernanda’s foot. The impact almost knocking down the rest of the group. Two arms sticking out from under the emerald high heel were the only parts left intact. The others were caught by surprise. “Maria? Anna?” The bride drunkenly staggered towards the pair of twitching arms. Behind her Ivis’ heel came down, the stiletto driving through another party member. The woman’s face contorted in a gurgeling scream as the stiletto heel sunk through her belly. The remaining women around her screamed as their friend was dragged along, her body stretched and distorted around the heel when it again lifted for Ivis’ next step. The surviving party members looked up at the giantesses in horror. They were frozen, unable to move, unable to process what had just happened to their friend. Vera’s foot was the last to come crashing down onto them. Three of the women ended up below her soft sole, while the bride-to-be was caught in her toes. Her body folded in impossible ways as the giant stepped down. She was pulverized into a bloody paste, the body indistinguishable from the rest of the gore that painted the ground. The last survivor was still holding onto her basket of little trinkets and liquor, covered in blood and guts from her former friends, shocked and unable to move. As quick as it started it was over again. 

Ivis took a leisurely stride, not even looking at the panicking group of tiny people below her feet. A sound similar to a watermelon bursting open was the only sound heard as she crushed four more people. Their blood and guts spattering the bottom of her shoe. She felt the warm splatters on her legs. Finally looking down, she discovered the writhing woman impaled on her stiletto. “Ugh, I stepped into one.”  

Fernanda came up to her friend. “Let me help you. Lift your heel.” Ivis brought her heel up while steadying herself on Fernanda’s strong shoulder. Fernanda pinched the struggling woman between her fingers, pulling on her legs. She was ripped apart without much effort and discarded by the giant. “There, all gone.” She smiled at Ivis and Ivis smiled back. 

The trio finally reached the first attractions. “Bumper cars!” Vera shouted. 

Fernanda giggled. “Oh, I love those! We call them carrinhos bate-bate in Brazil!”

Ivis looked around. “I’ll find us some drinks in the meantime, I’ll be back in a second.” Ivis patted her daughter on the head, before heading off. 

Fernanda and Vera nodded and kneeled next to the bumper cars. The Brazilian pounded the ground with her fist. “No one leaves this thing, or I’ll crush every single one of you!” Her words showed effect, the people immediately returned to their cars. “And you!” She addressed the cowering ride operator, “Turn this thing back on, or I’ll rip you apart limb by limb!”  

Not a second later the lights and cheesy 80s music went back on.  

“Alright, the person who bumps more cars wins.” Vera declared. The two giants lied down onto their bellies, looking into the attraction’s metal structure. The rainbow-colored fairground lights illuminated the faces of the two giants. It read Great Autodrom in colorful bright lights, constantly blinking and shifting in hue. The twenty or so bumper cars were blinking in anticipation, their respective occupants anxiously staring at their two foreign overlords. An airhorn blasted several times in quick succession–You Spin Me Round by Dead or Alive started blaring over the speaker system. 

“Game’s on!” Fernanda shouted, her hand inside the structure plunged down onto one of the cars, her finger ramming it into the metallic surface, its two occupants instantly squishing. 

“Oh, you’re on!” Vera, caught off guard, quickly punched her finger down, barely missing another car. The game has become clear, and the tiny riders immediately started dodging and weaving for their lives. The finger came down again, smashing a red car and the driver into the floor. Again, crushing a yellow car.

⁓You spin me right ‘round, baby, right ‘round⁓

Fernanda also ramped up her cadence. Using two fingers she aimed at two cars that had just bumped into each other. Flattening both in a satisfying crunch, exploding the four riders into red mush. 

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Vera laughed “Only one finger!” She aimed her thumb and index finger at a speeding green car and flicked it towards Fernanda, both the car and the driver splattering against the Brazilian’s arm. 

Fernanda laughed, “Ok, ok!” She tried to flick back another car but missed.

Vera smushed two more cars, as well as a rider that jumped from his car to flee on foot. Sirens going off, more flashing lights. “You’re losing! I am already up to five points!”  

Fernanda missed another car. “Hold on, are we counting cars or people?” She asked while slowly smushing two young women who were trying to escape by running away, squashing them like toothpaste. 

“Cars! Those two don’t count!” Vera giggled.  

“Ah merda!” The Brazilian picked up two more tinies trying to escape on foot and forcefully shoved them back into an abandoned car. She then pressed her thumb down to grind them into the ground. The two Austrians, together with the car, vanished into the floor—flailing arms and spurting gore from under Fernanda’s thumb was all that remained of the two humans. “There! One point!” she yelled.

“I’ll allow it!” Vera laughed, as she used her index finger to grab the electrical pole at the back of one speeding car. She pulled the vehicle back towards her before nonchalantly pressing her finger down. Snuffing out one more life below her digit.

⁓You look like you’re lot’s of fun⁓

For the remaining survivor the terrain has become increasingly hard to navigate. The metal floor was bent and dented, littered with crushed remains of both cars and people. Cum on Feel the Noize by Quiet Riot was now playing along to the carnage at the Autodrom, the neon lights flashing and swerving around the devastated killing field rhythmically to the beats.  

A green car that has evaded Fernanda several times finally bumped into the wreckage of another victim, coming to a halt. The tiny woman jumped out of the vehicle, seconds before the Brazilian finger smashed down. 

“Please!” She screamed in tears, crawling towards the giantess on her knees. “Please, let me live! I– I have done nothing to you!” She coughed, utterly exhausted.  

Fernanda picked her up by her foot. “I know, I know, but I need the point. I am sure you’ll understand.” She moved the dangling woman over a new bumper car. 

The woman starts shrieking and kicking “What?” She screamed, “What point? What po–” Her yells were muffled when her body was forcefully pushed into the vehicle seats. Her screams intensified as Fernanda pushed down with more and more force, bending the tiny body over backwards. The sounds of agonizing shrieks, bones breaking and flesh tearing soon mixed with metallic groaning as the bumper car caved in and was pushed through the metal floor with a loud crash. “One point!” Fernanda triumphally yelled out, the strobe light flashing, the music blaring.

⁓Come on, feel the noise! Girls rock your boys⁓

The game raged on for several more minutes, a spectacle of chaos and destruction. One after another, cars were relentlessly crushed under by the two towering women, their laughter echoing through the air.

Despite the pulsating music and the lights still going, movement on the wrecked floor has almost entirely seized. The once vibrant scene was now a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered glass, remnants of the vehicles and people alike were scattered like confetti across the arena.

⁓We’ll get wild, wild, wild⁓

Vera sat back up, “I think the game is over.”  

Fernanda followed suit, “I guess you’re right, querida.”  

Vera exhaled. “So? I got like thirteen of them.” She put her bloody finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. “How about you?” 

Fernanda leaned back, “Oh, I don’t know… like ten or so. But I guess that means you won, sweety!” Smiling, the Brazilian woman stood back up to her full height. She then helped the younger American to her feet. Ivis returned. 

“Here, I got you something.” Ivis handed Fernanda and Ivis several kegs of beer and large containers of wine. “We’re on vacation after all.” She smiled at Fernanda. “What were you two up to?” 

“We played a little game and Vera won.” Fernanda threw several kegs into her mouth and chewed. Ivis stepped closer to her. “She loves playing games, she got that from her mother.” Ivis giggled, touching Fernanda’s arm. 

Died in Your Arms Tonight by Cutting Crews was now playing on the speakers.

Vera rolled her eyes. She knew that giggle very well, it was the first sign that her mum got tipsy.

⁓I just died in your arms tonight⁓

Vera turned around, “Hey, what’s that?” 

The trio walked over to the large tower. By now the crowds had mostly dissipated, so the walk over didn’t result in any more casualties. 

The brightly lit tower was slightly taller than Ivis. Near the top there were twelve long metal arms protruding from the center. From those arms tiny chairs with passengers were suspended by metal chains. The whole thing was spinning endlessly around–the operator must have fled and had left the riders to their fates.  

“That is one tall chairoplane.” Ivis was impressed. The screaming people just sailing by in front of her face. She moved her face closer to the people who continued their endless spinning, slowly opening her gigantic mouth. Sensually exhaling the cloud of boozy breath surrounded the riders, overpowering the scent of cotton candy and funnel cakes that lingered in the air.

Vera snickered. Fernanda laughed, “Can you catch them?”  

“You bet!” Ivis replied. Moving her head even closer, she focused on a particular couple. She wore a bright red dress. Perfect to aim for. Twisting her head slightly to the side she aligned her open mouth with the height of the passing seats. Waiting for the right moment, her head dashed forward, catching the screaming couple in her mouth. She jerked her head to the left, ripping the seat and passengers from its chains. Straightening up, she turned to her friends. Smiling she flashed her teeth; wedged between her incisors, the metal seat and the terrified Austrians, bruised and bloodied, but alive. 

“Congratulation!” Fernanda clapped enthusiastically, jumping up and down. The alcohol was also taking its toll on her. Vera clapped too. “Not bad!” 

Ivis grinned. Her teeth pushed together, cutting the screaming people apart. Closing her mouth, she started chewing.

“Me too!” Fernanda tried to catch another couplebut missed. Several other seats with screaming occupants smacked into her face. Laughing, Ivis’ hand guided Fernandas face up and away from the turning chairoplane.

She gently pulls the handsome Brazilian's face towards her. Their gaze met. Fernanda closed her eyes as Ivis pulled her face closer, feeling a spark of electricity as their lips meet in an intimate kiss. The warmth of his embrace envelops her, sending her senses into overdrive. The chairoplane passengers behind them continued to spin endlessly, trapped. In front of them, Vera watched awkwardly as her mother and Fernanda started caressing each other’s vast bodies. The teenager took a step back, exclaiming "Ugh, I can't deal with this. I’ll leave you to it, you weirdos."

Vera turned away from her mother and Fernanda's passionate embrace, rolling her eyes. She wandered further into the amusement park, sipping from one of the massive kegs of beer.

As Vera's footsteps faded into the distance, Ivis and Fernanda became lost in their passionate embrace. Their massive bodies pressed together, hands roaming over curves and muscles. Ivis ran her fingers through Fernanda's dark hair, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened. The Brazilian giantess moaned softly, her hands sliding down to grip Ivis' wide hips.

The chairoplane continued its endless rotation beside them, the screams of its trapped passengers fading into white noise. Ivis broke the kiss, trailing her lips along Fernanda's jaw and down her neck. She nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, leaving marks that would take days to fade. Fernanda tilted her head back, exposing more of her throat to Ivis' hungry mouth.

"You're so beautiful," Ivis murmured against Fernanda's skin.

Fernanda's eyes gleamed with mischief as she gazed at Ivis. "Let's go!" she exclaimed, grasping Ivis' hand. With her free hand, Fernanda reached out and gripped the metal structure of the chairoplane. Her muscles bulged and strained against her torn dress as she yanked hard, tearing the ride apart with a deafening screech of metal.

The chains snapped like rubber bands, sending seats and screaming passengers flying in all directions. Some smashed into nearby buildings, while others arced high into the night sky before plummeting to their doom. The central tower groaned and toppled, crushing a row of food stalls beneath it.

Laughing wildly, Fernanda tugged Ivis along as she dashed away from the destruction. Their titanic strides shook the earth, leaving craters in their wake.

———

Ivis laughed, “You want me to do what?”

“Catch them with your peitões! Your tits!” The Brazilian gestured towards the free fall tower where the abandoned passengers were stuck in an endless launch and free fall.

“You want to see that?” Ivis asked seductively.

“I’d love to." She inched closer, caressing the American's ample chest as she leaned in for a kiss. Her lips trailed down to Ivis' neck, then lower to her delicate breast. With a gentle touch, she pulled aside the fabric of her dress and released her breast from its bra, continuing to worship it with soft kisses.

As the Brazilian's lips and tongue caressed the dark areola, Ivis couldn't help but moan and hold onto the back of their head. The nipple became even more engorged with pleasure.

Fernanda playfully nipped at Ivis's nipple, eliciting a giggle from her. "Fine, fine, I'll do it," Ivis said through laughter as she stepped back and accidentally crushed a small ticket booth under her heel. Fernanda followed behind her and unzipped her dress with a mischievous smile on her face.

Ivis gracefully shed her dress, revealing the delicate lace of her lingerie to the world. The intricate patterns and silky texture accentuated her curves and left little to the imagination. As the fabric slid down her body, she felt a sense of liberation and empowerment wash over her, like shedding a layer of societal expectations. The soft glow of the evening sun highlighted every curve and contour. Her skin tingled with anticipation as she stood tall and proud in her exposed state.

Turning around she looks at Fernanda. “Now you” she ordered.

“Of course, babe.”

Fernanda smiled seductively as she began to undress. Her emerald green dress clung to her curves as she slowly unzipped it, revealing tan skin inch by tantalizing inch. The fabric slid off her shoulders, exposing her toned arms and the swell of her ample breasts. She shimmied the dress down over her wide hips, letting it pool at her feet.

Underneath, Fernanda wore a matching set of black lace underwear. The bra cupped her full breasts, pushing them up and together to create deep cleavage. The panties were high-cut, accentuating her long, muscular legs and the curve of her backside.

Fernanda's body was a masterpiece of raw power and sensuality. Her broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, creating an impressive V-shape that emphasized her statuesque physique. Every movement caused ripples of muscle to dance beneath her bronzed skin.

Her arms were thick and defined, biceps and triceps bulging prominently. Veins snaked visibly along her forearms, a testament to her incredible strength. Her hands were large and strong, yet graceful, with long fingers that promised both power and dexterity.

With a wink at Ivis, Fernanda reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. She let the straps slide down her arms before pulling it off completely, tossing it over her shoulder.

Ivis looked hungrily at the Brazilian. She sauntered over to Fernanda, her lingerie-clad body swaying mesmerizingly.

Ivis turned her back to Fernanda, glancing coyly over her shoulder. "Be a dear and help me out of this.”

Fernanda stepped close behind Ivis, her warm breath tickling the back of Ivis' neck. She trailed her fingers lightly down Ivis' spine, savoring the shiver it elicited. With deft movements, she unclasped Ivis' bra, letting the straps fall away.

Fernanda's hands slid around slipping under Ivis’ bra to cup Ivis' breasts from behind, kneading the soft flesh gently. Her thumbs brushed over Ivis' nipples, feeling them harden under her touch. Ivis let out a breathy moan, leaning back into Fernanda's embrace.

"Your tits are magnificent," Fernanda purred, her lips brushing Ivis' ear. She squeezed Ivis' breasts, hefting their considerable weight. "So full and heavy."

“I’m going to crush these fuckers to death with them.” Ivis groaned.

“Squish them into our beautiful breasts, querida!” Fernanda hissed into the American’s ear. “They are nothing compared to you! Smash them into paste!”

Pulling away from Fernanda, Ivis stepped around the free fall tower. The Tower reached barely to Ivis’ collar bone.

The colossal woman crouched down, lowering herself onto her haunches, tossing away the open bra. Her knees were positioned on either side of the metal tower and the roughly two dozen tiny passengers strapped into the ride below her. The metal ring was slowly carrying the riders upwards as the two gigantic women were patiently waiting. As the carriage reached the top of the tower Ivis leaned forward. Using her hands she pushed her magnificent breasts together, swallowing the metal tower in her vast cleavage. Sensually kneading the soft orbs of flesh she waited until the carriage was ready to drop.

The tiny passengers screamed in terror as they plummeted downward, only to be suddenly engulfed by Ivis' massive cleavage. Their descent was abruptly halted as they were trapped between her soft, warm breasts.

Ivis moaned softly as she felt the tiny bodies squirming against her sensitive flesh. The passengers screamed and thrashed in a dark, claustrophobic nightmare, trapped between the woman's heaving breasts. Their desperate arms clawed at the soft flesh, struggling to find purchase or push their way out of the suffocating cavern. But the warm, yielding walls only seemed to tighten around them, suffocating them further as they were engulfed by fear and panic. The metal frame around them started groaning and bending.

Ivis squeezed her breasts together more firmly, feeling metal bend, bones crack and bodies burst under the immense pressure. Blood and gore oozed out between her breasts as she kneaded them, grinding the helpless victims into paste. She moved her breasts up and down making sure to catch every single one of her little victims and grind them into pieces.

Amidst the carnage, one tiny Austrian miraculously survived. After the shoulder restraints had broken open, he was pushed upwards through the giant cleavage by the bloody pulp of his squished friends. He ended up on top of Ivis’ left tit, broken and bloody, but alive. At least for the moment.

Fernanda watched in awe as Ivis crushed the tiny passengers between her breasts. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, drinking in every detail of the gory spectacle. The Brazilian giantess felt a rush of arousal coursing through her body.

"Oh querida, that's so hot," Fernanda purred, moving her hand up and down her inner thigh. She stepped closer, her own massive breasts swaying hypnotically. "Let me help you with that little fucker."

Fernanda leaned in, her face inches from Ivis' heaving bosom. She moved in on the bloodied man clinging desperately to Ivis' smooth skin. With agonizing slowness, Fernanda extended her long tongue. The man's eyes widened in terror as the glistening pink muscle approached.

Ivis shivered with pleasure as Fernanda's tongue caressed her sensitive skin. She could feel every bump and ridge of the warm, slick organ as it glided across her breast. The sensation sent tingles through her body, making her nipples even harder.

The tongue reached the terrified Austrian, who tried desperately to scramble away. But his injuries left him weak and trapped. Fernanda's tongue engulfed him, wrapping around his tiny form. She dragged her tongue slowly along Ivis' skin, savoring both the softness of her lover's breast and the taste of terror of the tiny person.

Fernanda increased the pressure ever so slightly, her tongue pressing the hapless Austrian more firmly against Ivis' breast. She could feel his tiny limbs flailing, his microscopic fingers scrabbling for purchase on the slick skin. Then he burst. Fernanda grinned as she licked up the bloody remnants.

At this point the upper half of the metal tower was swaying precariously. Ivis released the structure from her bloodied bosom and Fernanda pushed the groaning metal tower to the side. The two giantess locked eyes, and Ivis moved backwards.

The American sat down on a haunted house attraction, her ample backside sinking into the structure without any resistance. As she crashed through floor after floor of frightening mannequins, creepy clown puppets, and even a few unsuspecting humans hiding inside, it was evident that nothing matched the fear instilled by two gigantic women’s rampage.

Ivis leaned back against a large rollercoaster track, opening her legs wide. Fernanda immediately crawled towards her, not needing any further invitation.

With tender fingers, she carefully pinched the sides of Ivis' delicate underwear and slid it off her hips. The fabric was soft against her skin, and she couldn't help but admire the intricate lace and embroidery. Her hand slowly traced its way up Ivis' thigh, tenderly caressing and massaging her groin. Ivis’ labia was already glistening with wetness, her body eager for Fernanda's touch as her fingers moved in and around her sensitive folds. Ivis moaned in delight. With a quick motion, Fernanda grabbed a rollercoaster car that had gotten stuck on the tracks behind her American lover. The miniature passengers inside shrieked in terror. Carefully gripping the tiny car between her thumb and index finger, Fernanda brought it closer to Ivis' waiting vagina. Using the thrashing riders like a human brush, the Brazilian swept them across Ivis' wet folds. The American’s body buckled in response, her back arching and her muscles tensing in pleasure. She reached backwards gripping the rollercoaster tracks behind her.

Fernanda pushed, pressing the tiny passengers into the moist flesh. The cars crumbled together with the shrieking passengers, the splattering humans serving as additional lubricant.

Ivis felt the mix of hard metal and squishy slick flesh as Fernanda’s thumb pushed the crushed remains deeper into her vagina, the sensation causing her muscles to tense and her back to arch in pleasure. “Fuck, yesss.” Ivis groaned, her hips gyrating.

As Fernanda continued pleasuring Ivis, neither giantess noticed the commotion building nearby.

At the edge of the Prater, a large contingent of police and emergency workers had quietly assembled. Several massive tank trucks were parked behind the gathered forces. A single armored personell carrier inched forward, moving up next to the two giants.

“Ladies!” The distorted voice crackled over the vehicle’s megaphone. “We are deeply sorry to interrupt your… activities.” The voice was clearly nervous.

Fernanda and Ivis abruptly sat up. “What the fuck do you shits want?” Ivis hissed, deeply annoyed about the disturbance.

“We… the government…” The voice was struggling for words. “We are authorized to present you with more alcohol, wine, as sort of a present.”

The two giants look at the assembled tank trucks at the edge of the park.

The voice continued “Our only request is, for you to please leave the park and tend to your—err—activities somewhere less populated, to reduce human casualties.”

Fernanda smiled, “More vhino, you say?” She looked at Ivis. The American lightly shrugged. “Sure, I could use some more wine.”

The two enormous women gradually rose to their feet, dusting off the debris. Ivis scowled, “But I don’t like being told what to do.” She lifted her right leg high and brought her foot down forcefully onto the personnel carrier, flattening it into a metal pancake. Making sure the vehicle and its passengers were completely dead she stomped several more times. Fernanda giggled “You fuckers better start running.” She taunted the assembled tinies as she started walking over. “Haha, you better!” Ivis agreed, massaging her swollen crotch as she made her way to the terrified Austrians.

The tiny humans needed no second warning. Like ants scurrying from a disturbed hill, they scattered in all directions, their screams rising into a cacophonous wail. Panic electrified the air as they fled, stumbling over each other in their haste to escape the towering terrors looming above.

They were not fast enough though. Ivis' enormous hand swooped down, her manicured fingers coated in her pussy fluids, plucking hapless victims from the ground like ripe berries. She giggled with sadistic glee as she felt their tiny bodies squirming in her grip, their screams muffled in her large fist. She popped a handful into her mouth, savoring the crunch of bones and burst of warm blood on her tongue.

Meanwhile, Fernanda stalked through the fleeing masses, each thunderous footfall leaving craters filled with pulverized human remains. Her gigantic muscular feet came down relentlessly, crushing dozens with every step. Blood and viscera splattered up her legs as bodies burst beneath her soles. She reveled in the carnage, laughing as she felt bones crunch and organs pop between her toes. "Run, little ones!" she taunted, her booming voice echoing across the park. Her enormous toes wiggled in anticipation before coming down on a group of fallen policemen. Their bodies burst like overripe fruit, spraying gore in all directions as Fernanda ground her foot back and forth, smearing their remains across the ground.

Ivis snatched up a another handful of screaming humans and swiftly dropped them into her mouth. She chewed, savoring the mix of crunchy bones and soft flesh. Swallowing, she reached for the first tank. “Now I could use some wine,” she laughed, tearing open the tank and gulping down the red liquid.

The crowd had mostly vanished by now.

Fernanda watched the struggling half-crushed survivors for a moment, savoring their futile attempts at escape. Broken bodies littered the ground, twitching and moaning in agony. Blood and viscera painted the earth in gruesome abstract patterns. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid stench of terror.

She observed a man dragging himself across the ground, leaving a trail of blood and entrails behind him. His legs had been pulverized by her earlier footsteps, completely destroyed. Yet still he fought to live, clawing at the earth with bloodied hands.

Nearby, a woman in a police uniform cradled the crushed remains of what might have been her partner, her anguished wails piercing the air. The tiny body was barely recognizable as human, having been flattened by Fernandas heavy heel.

Fernanda toyed with the idea of putting the injured tinies out of their misery but instead shrugged her shoulders and stepped over to the wine tanks. Crouching down she picked up a tank. A tiny emergency worker, hiding under the vehicle, dashed from under her shadow. The Brazilian lazily reached out and flicked her finger at the tiny figure, exploding him into bloody mist.

Ripping it open, Fernanda lifted the wine tank to her lips, tilting it back and letting the rich red liquid flow into her mouth.

Ivis watched appreciatively, her eyes roaming over Fernanda's curves. The Brazilian's skin glistened with sweat and a little spilled wine, the droplets trailing tantalizing paths down her body.

"You look absolutely delicious," Ivis purred, stepping closer. She reached out, trailing her fingers through the drops of wine on Fernanda's chest. Slowly, sensually, she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, never breaking eye contact.

“There’s a large train station over there—let’s move it there.”

Fernanda's eyes gleamed with lust and excitement as she followed Ivis' gaze toward the train station in the middle distance. "Lead the way, querida," she purred, her voice husky with desire.