Someone at the Chatham County Police and Fire
HQ had the wherewithal to turn on the blaring hurricane sirens. It would do
little good. She was moving far too fast and was far too oblivious to carnage
her actions were causing. The employees of the HQ were mostly young and high-T
men. For them, this was a pretty good way to die. On what had been an otherwise
clam Sunday morning about 6 A.M. suddenly violent tremors rattled their concrete
building. So much so that most instinctively rushed towards exits and outside
out of fears the building would collapse. They looked toward the horizon. What
the saw was surreal but also breathtaking. 

A naked woman. She took up over half the
horizon and she was jogging towards them. Not unlike one would admire a hot girl
jogging in a sports bra, her large tits, F cubs on her scale, jiggled and
bounced against each other. She was shivering. Her nipples were towered above
her tits, large enough to crush their building flat. Her curly black hair was
messy. She looked like she’d just woken up. Her dark face contorted and stress.
She looked to be escaping something. What could it be? What could this
invincible girl be running from? There was little time to reflect.

The tsunamis obliterated everything they
contacted for miles. Normal tsunamis, you just think of the water and flooding,
not the force in which travels over land.  She ran down the continental
shelf. There was only 90 feet deep of water to be displaced. At a height of 100
miles, her feet measured 15 by 5 miles. The torrent of water surged thousands
of feet destroying nature, people and the work of their puny lives in seconds.
Only the Appalachian mountains stopped the water’s advance, and barely.
Earthquakes measuring 12 on the Richter scale, unseen in documented geological
history, leveled a majority of structures east of the Mississippi. 

The boys at the station in Georgia had about
20 seconds more to admire than others further up the east coast. As her tits jiggled
overhead, her soft feet smashed down on the ocean floor, most of their family
and friends and their entire city had their lives extinguished; swept away in a
heartbeat.

…………

Tim knew Tyreese was glaring at him, but he didn’t care. He
couldn’t help it as he lecherously eyed Ms. Jada’s huge breasts. When he
entered her classroom, she was leaning over, looking for something in her
purse. Her big Black jugs pendulously hung down, the tops of which were visible
through her low-cut blouse. He could even see the tops of her nipples, but just
that. It was tantalizing.

She was, by far, the hottest teacher at Susquehanna High. She
was also his best friend’s older sister by about a decade.

She sensed the two boys entering the classroom and looked
up. She smiled at them. “Hi guys. Just have a seat”. She stood up. They noticed
she had taken off her shoes; her feet just covered by her black stockings. She
walked over to the board. “So what don’t you understand about the material?”.
Tim and Tyreese both fully understood the material, but he had some bullshit questions
prepared.  “We’re having some trouble
with differential equations. We want to take the Calculus BC AP exam also- we
know that’s in there”.

“Honey, that’s no problem. I’m glad that you’re so
motivated”. She looked over at her brother and gave him a sly smile. “It looks
like someone’s good influence is rubbing off”.

As she turned around to write on the board, he discreetly
leaned over to her desk and reached into her purse. His heart raced as he
fumbled around for it. There. He grabbed it. The pill. Her birth control pills.
He quickly pulled one out and replaced it with a pill of his own.

Tyreese had wanted to do it himself, but Tim was the
inventor, and wouldn’t hand it over. The growth pill brought with it amazing
power. Tim, in a way, was glad at its limitation. The activate ingredient only
worked on those with XX chromosomes- aka females. This would serve well for his
fetish. He wanted to live in the shadow of a Giantess Goddess. Who could he
select? Most females he had exposure to were his own age; High Schoolers. No,
he was not going to allow any of them to grow into giantesses. Much too
immature. Nor was he going to give his pill to any of his own female kin.
Considering his fetish, that would just be weird. But his best friend’s hot
sister? Hell, yeah.

She was hot, and she was a good person. She’d raised her
brother even as a teenager due to their parents’ severe neglect. Tim also liked
the idea of a Black Goddess over America. Tim was a White guy, but the idea of the
American nation ending under the foot and ass of a Black chick really appealed
to him.

She’d probably take the pill tonight. From there, they’d
have 12 hours to get the hell out of dodge.

…..

Tyreese checked his phone. It was Tim. “I’m here”. He tip-toed
out of the house, careful not to wake up Jada. They needed to drive around 10
hours straight through to get out of range of the giantess’ destruction. He was
uneasy with the whole plan. He and Tim had fought over it, but then Tim
delivered the ultimatum. Consent to me growing your sister, or I’ll slip the
pill to Mallory Johnson. Mallory was the slutty mean-girl captain of the cheer
squad. She was famous for not liking to have Black girls join the squad. He
didn’t want his new all-powerful Goddess to be a racist one. Besides, it wasn’t
a bad thing to have that power in the family.

Jada blinked a few times. She had felt groggy and the most
hungover she’d ever felt. It was January and she remembered being a little
cold. Now, her skin felt warm to the touch, even though she was evidently
outside. She also felt the air where she usually didn’t feel it; her breasts,
her ass and her genitals. Her looking down, caused her notice something….

The ground beneath her looked like a satellite image. She’d
been good at geography and she recognized it. It was her home region. She saw
the shape of the Delaware River and the Chesapeake Bay. She was standing in
Dover, or where Dover used to be. She closed her eyes and opened them again.
Was she dreaming? It felt real. She lifted up her foot and looked at the sole
of her feet. Tiny, dust sized structures dotted it. They were gray, hard and
shiny. Buildings. She realized didn’t have the creativity to dream something
like this. Looking around, she saw more gray spots; major cities. She began to
despair. How could this be happening? Where was Tyreese?

Suddenly her nakedness became an embarrassment. Millions
were looking up at her nude body. A voice in the back of her head fed her ego.
She knew she was attractive and had never had problems attracting good looking
boyfriends. How many guys were admiring her now? 

Many would credit her next decision to an act of mercy, but
really it was just Jada trying to escape her situation. She looked around. She
wanted to escape. The same voice in the back of her head asked her why she was
embarrassed. She was a Goddess who could crush anyone. Why should she care what
the mites think? She’d crushed a lot of them already. 

That thought inspired her to get moving. She thought of the
one uninhabited place on earth, Antarctica. She felt unnaturally warm, she
thought she was immune from cold. She stepped forward.

Into the Atlantic Ocean she went. A couple of steps in she was
beyond the continental shelf. At the deepest, the Atlantic was 3 miles in
depth. The water did not reach her ankles. She walked quickly. The quickness
would worsen earthquakes and tsunamis, but that impact was utterly
incomprehensible to her. 

…..

Tim watched in awe from his vantage point hundreds of miles away. He was hard the second he saw her. It was unmistakable. He
knew those large soft titties anywhere. He nearly came.

Her walk was over in 90 seconds, but those 90 seconds would
produce about a billion dead. Earthquakes and tsunamis caused them, she wasn’t
touching them or trying to hurt anyone. She made it to Antarctica. She sat
down, she did crush about a dozen research bases under her shapely ass. That
was the least carnage that had been done.