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.