It began with a minor tremble, hardly noticed in a glass of water. At
first the staff and students of Myerson Tech feared what they assumed
was the worst, an earthquake, but as the tremors grew stronger, they
noticed a particular rhythm to the ever increasing shockwaves, and a
peculiar curiosity overtook them. They did not have to wait long for it
to be satiated, though many wished it had never came to pass.
She emerged from the horizon, first her black hair peaking over the city
skyline as she made a beeline for the school. Her distinctly oriental
features appeared next, her deep brown eyes, scanning the world before
her from behind a pair of glasses appropriate to her size. Her face was
softly rounded, revealing that while she was now certainly fit and trim,
years before she had been of a heavier build. Her mouth belayed a
certain smugness, lips curved into a vicious smirk.
As she
neared ever closer, the rate at which more of her became visible
exponentially increased as she began to dominate the view of the sky
from her target. Her massive breasts, relics of a time spent overweight
earlier in her life, loomed over the surrounding architecture next,
their mass softly rolling about in her low cut top and visibly jiggling
with every earth shaking step. Even from her yet considerable distance,
their presence was felt as their monolithic profile on the skyline drew
ever closer.
Once her waist had cleared the horizon it became
easier to compare her size against the buildings around her. The tallest
buildings of the business district hardly approached her knees. As her
enormous feet stepped ever closer, the screams of her unintended, though
uncared for victims could be heard from the university. Hundreds
clambered over each other attempting to get out of her path, her dark
red high heels bulldozing through the larger structures and simply
flattening the smaller ones. Their miniscule bodies offered no
resistance to her unfathomable weight, being easily obliterated under
her titanic feet. It was at this point her gaze turned downward, pausing
in her intended goal to observe the destruction her feet had caused, by
her simple act of walking.
The crowds below were experiencing
nothing short of mortal terror. Many craned their necks skyward to try
and read her intentions, having noticed the pause in her travels. Their
eyes sailed up past her gargantuan high heels, skimming along her thigh
high silk leggings, revealing a relatively small patch of skin before
her micro-skirt took over. Up past her stomach sat her two monolithic
breasts, obscuring her face from those immediately before her. As they
watched, her hands came up and gently compressed them into her chest,
her smirking visage looming over her generous bosoms as she continued to
survey the people at her feet.
Her features betrayed her, that
she was having the time of her life was written across her face. She
said nothing, but erupted with a slight giggle as she released her hands
from her massive boobs, their masses slamming back into each other as
they attempted to settle beneath her thin and overstretched top,
struggling to contain them. Her fingers briefly returned to gently
caress the hardening nipples poking out against the material, revealing
that she wore no bra. Those further away could see that her soft
stimulation was proving almost too much for her to contain, as she bit
her lower lip and closed her eyes. “Soon,” she said aloud, her first
word since appearing in the city at her new size, and opened her eyes
again and reluctantly drew her hands away from her chest, still longing
for attention.
At her scale, Myerson was no more than a minute
away. As much as she desired to follow her whims right then, she decided
the city wasn't going anywhere, and she had unfinished business at the
school first. Still revelling in her intoxicating new power, she hoisted
her right leg up and over a dozen city blocks, planting her high heel
firmly on an occupied parking garage, her weight pressing down and
compacting each layer before the entire structure was leveled beneath
her. Stretching herself wide over the city, hysteria had once again
returned to the thousands of people below, and she felt a rush of warmth
in her loins as she imagined the view, looking up past her silk
leggings to a pussy capable of engulfing an airliner, hidden only by her
tight fitting thong. She fought the urge to brush a hand along herself
as she stepped forward with her left leg again, fearing it would push
her over the edge and she would have to do something about it right
there.
As she neared the facility, she saw that some of the
wiser faculty were already attempting to evacuate themselves. Though she
could hardly make them out, she could still see their near microscopic
forms sprinting across the full sized football field towards the parking
lot. She grinned widely before slamming a heel down atop the gray patch
of asphalt, the cars becoming little more than paper thin metal as her
stomp demolished them and the ground beneath them. At once the tiny dots
stopped running as her gaze fell back upon them. Again she craned her
neck forward to see them over her city dwarfing rack, revealing her
immaculate teeth in her continuing grin.
“Oh good,” her booming voice announced, “Glad to see everyone is still here.”
She then slowly brought her legs down, kneeling over the school, and
scooted backwards to keep them in her sight, lifting her skirt and
flattening the structures and people behind her beneath her shapely ass.
She again fought to maintain composure as she pictured what it must
have been like to watch her kneeling down, lifting the back of her skirt
to reveal her flawless bottom, the near invisible line of her cherry
red thong going down into the endless crease between her cheeks before
reappearing again, to cover the moistness of her cunt apparent as it
descended upon them, before the crushing weight of her ass smashed them
flat. She shivered and had to fight to keep her hands away from her
glistening crotch.
“Now,” she said again, “I'm going to give
everyone to the count of 10 to get on the field before I smash the
school to bits. I hope I don't have to warn you about what happens to
anyone NOT going to the field...” she smirked, pressing a hand down at
the front of the school, smashing a number of fleeing vehicles and
pedestrians trying to escape her playful wrath.
There was no
activity at first, so she raised the hand up, and began walking it
towards the school on her index and middle finger. “1... 2... 3...” she
counted, each 4 story tall finger taking another 'step' towards the
building, pushing holes in the road and slamming down onto various cars,
lightposts, and people in their path.
Almost immediately the
entire student body erupted from the rear door and began flooding onto
the football field. Her grin only widened as she continued counting
down, her eyes occasionally moving to observe the growing flock of
terrified people cowering and at her mercy.
“8... 9... aaaaaand
10!” she shouted with glee, her hand rising up over the school to make a
fist, and slowly coming down atop it. She was careful to apply only as
much power as was required to destroy the building, she didn't want
anyone being crushed on the field before she was done with them. Her
fist plowed through the roof, the top floors of the structure folding in
on themselves before the full weight of her hand came down and the
school fell in on itself and collapsed.
She was positively giddy
watching her former educational institution be completely levelled
under her hand. Her power was without question now, and the moment she
had dreamed of was finally here. She turned back towards her terrified
former schoolmates and staff, eyeing them the way a predator eyes prey.
“If you want to live, get all the girls on the Myerson cheerleading
squad in one place.” her voice boomed out. Her features spoke of
imminent satisfaction and longing.
There was a flurry of
activity as the group turned on itself. Survival instinct had kicked in
and the students, some formerly best friends, fought tooth and nail to
push their comrades on the Myerson cheerleading squad away from their
group. The goddess watching them giggled under her breath and idly ran a
finger across her gargantuan chest. It took a few minutes, but
eventually the cheerleaders were ejected from the main student body, and
once she was satisfied, she spoke again.
“Enough.” she boomed,
using a finger to carve a separation in the earth between the students
and the girls. At once the struggles of the cheerleaders to integrate
back into the crowd unseen had stopped. All 20 girls on the team were
accounted for, but she would have been happy with only one in
particular.
“Stacy!” she gleefully said, leaning forwards and displaying the canyon dwarfing valley of her cleavage. “It's been too long!”
“I just wanted to be on the team, but after try outs, you told me I
needed to drop about 30 pounds. Well I've got some good news and some
bad news, I dropped them, but I think I put a few back on.” she
declared, her face drawing ever closer as she leaned in towards the
cowering girls. “But I think it's only fair, you give me another try.
I'm sure you'll find my looks to be more than adequate this time!”
Now almost fully leaned over her knees, her gigantic face looming over
the football field, she slowly leaned back on her bum, drinking in their
fear. Neither cheerleader nor students dared move as they watched her
sensually run her hands down either side of her body, starting by gently
cupping her breasts.
“I always had the biggest boobs,” she said
matter-of-factly, gauging their unimaginable weight with her hands,
lifting each one and gently bouncing them. She eyed each one and smiled
her approval, but pouted as she slid her hands down her sides before
smiling again as she came to her waist.
“But this is DEFINITELY
an improvement” she sighed, again lifting her skirt to display her ass.
She spread her thighs, her legs bulldozing over what was left of the
surrounding scenery. Her underwear was soaked through with her arousal
and the glaze of her juices had made a mess of her inner thighs. She
leaned forward, supporting herself on her knees so that her ass hung
over the crowd beneath her. She made a show of it, gently moving her
hands across her rear, squeezing it, pressing her hands into each cheek,
and lifting them, only to let her butt bounce back down and shake her
entire body.
“What do you say guys, need a closer look?” she
moaned out, a hand softly sliding out from behind her and over her
crotch, pressing into it gently. She didn't need to look down to know
the panic had set in again. The screams were indication enough. She bit
her lower lip and slid a hand to either side of the base of her top, the
fingers gripping them tightly, as she hoisted it up to the base of her
breasts. This was it, she thought to herself, slowly pulling the shirt
up as though teasing a lover. She stopped briefly at the cusp of her
boobs, her sexual tension almost palpable. This was unlike any rush
she'd ever felt before and she wanted every bit of it to last. She
looked down again, shirt still on the edge of releasing her monstrous
tits, drank in the pandemonium of the tiny screaming people hundreds of
feet beneath her, and ripped her shirt up over her head.
The
worlds largest set of breasts rolled out from under the fabric of her
shirt, her light brown nipples standing hard as twin monuments to her
arousal as the enormous mountains of soft, yet firm girl flesh slowly
settled. She sighed her pleasure, and with one hand cast her top away
behind her where it caught on a large office building and draped itself
over numerous city blocks. She grinned widely before staring down her
victims, and leaning forward. Her boobs hung freely from her chest and
loomed over the doomed girls, blotting out their vision of the sky. Just
one would have been enough to get the job done, but this was as much
pleasure as it was unfinished business.
The tiny cheerleaders
fell backwards as the all becoming breasts descended upon them, they
screamed and raised their hands to try and ward them off but they were
as insects before the whims of the giant woman. Her breasts struck the
ground and rolled over the girls, completely flattening them. The
sensations of their bodies becoming paste under her massive and
sensitive tits was almost too much for her and she bit her lip to keep
from moaning, a soft cry of pleasure escaping her throat despite her
trying to hold it in. She let the rest of her weight come down and laid
motionless for a moment, savouring the sensations both physical and
mental at having just crushed the snobby girls under her boobs. She felt
powerful, she felt unstoppable, for fucks sake, she thought, I really
did it. I really just crushed those little skanks under my tits!
She couldn't hold it in any longer, her breath came in short husky
gasps as her arousal got the better of her. She rolled over, the
would-be spared little people all howling their injustice as her
beautiful ass loomed over and then fell upon them, smashing them into a
small stain against one of her cheeks. She had completely forgotten
them, but the brief feeling of their crunching bones under her weight
only infused her with a greater sense of dominance as she lay on her
back, legs spread, and slipped a hand down the front of her completely
drenched thong and rolled her clitoris between her fingers.
"So
did I make the cut?" she said aloud, a low growl in her voice trailing
off as she pleasured herself, admiring the tiny red splotches
surrounding the nipple of her left breast.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Just transferring some of my earlier work to GW; hopefully you like it despite it being a little less refined than my more current smut.