Chapter 8

Gina defeated the army in no time. She didn't even need to stomp, she just placed her feet on them. The tanks were the size of cockroaches to her, their metal giving in like nothing under her weight. Flea-sized soldiers died by the scores, artilleries turned to thin plates with a flat tube protruding. Swatting at the helicopters, the turned into balls of fire. Soon, the army was nothing more than red specks and metal dishes lying in huge footprints.

Gina noticed other, non firing helicopters circling her. It were news helicopters. "Good!", she thought, "Let Mandy and Bianca beware!"

Gina pondered the thought of going after both bitches, but since they both lived on the other side of the U.S., she decided not to. They were too insignificant now. Not worth the journey. Gina had something else in mind.

"That was not nice of you, John, telling your army to shoot me. Now they're dead. Why didn't you make them believe I was your new bodyguard, John?" she asked the President, still sitting on her now gargantuan shoulder.

The President didn't know what to do now. The army had fired like mad, but she shrugged off all the damage. Not even a single drop of her blood had been spilt. Was she going to kill him? Eat him?

"Did you ever had such a bodyguard like me, John?" she continued, "one that can eliminate armies just by walking? And that's not all I could do, John, o no!" Gina giggled. Telling the President how mighty she was almost beat killing and trampling.

"I could also work in the car compacting business. They'd take me immediately, because of my very low production costs. I use my hands and feet. Or wait, better even, the demolition business! No bulldozers or explosives. Just my body. Do you need a village removed or is your office building too big? Call Gina, the ultimate demolisher!" Gina laughed. "I come with two natural wrecking balls," she said, cupping her breasts. The President looked down at them. The huge orbs of tit flesh were round and beautiful, he unconsciously admitted that. And as he saw Gina lift her breasts with her hands, he wondered how strong she was. Those breasts, those huge globes of solid yet soft meat weighted thousands of tons. No machine in the world could even move them as much as an inch, let alone lift them. She managed to do so without effort. It was scary and, in a strange way, erotically overwhelming.

"I'm the most powerful, strongest, mightiest person ever! And I work for no one! I'm the one making the rules, John. And now, you and I, we are going for this nice walk I mentioned."

As Gina started to move, the news helicopters could evade just in time, since most of them had hovered in front of her. A 1000-foot tall big boobed girl lifting and juggling with her enormous tits was a nice shot, after all.

Bombers and fighters were deployed to kill her, but they couldn’t harm her either. Their crews knew the President was her hostage (they saw it that way) and were reluctant to fire too much. Gina didn’t mind. The planes that were within reach she squished between her clapping hands like mosquito‘s, those out of her reach she ignored.

Gina went on rampage in San Francisco. Her power made her horny, and that in turn made her loose her sanity. She simply didn't care anymore. Houses, vehicles, stores, San Francisco’s famous cable cars and of course people were obliterated by her gargantuan feet. The city was slowly being reduced to rubble as she went on. Nothing could withstand her vastness, her mass, her strength.

Most buildings hardly reached her ankles. Houses were no bigger than matchboxes and yielded under her huge feet without resistance. Even the highest skyscrapers barely came up to her shoulders, and she pushed them aside like wooden poles. The fell down, causing even more destruction. Gina broke a skyscraper in half, holding the upper part high above her head in triumph. This felt fantastic! She was a goddess! She dropped it on one of the city’s beautiful parks, turning it into a debris field.

Not to mention the countless deaths she caused. People died by the scores, Gina stepped on mobs of fleeing citizens, killing dozens in a split second. The famed lanes of San Francisco ran red with blood, running down the crevices her feet created in the asphalt. Even a normal sized person walking through a field of ants wouldn’t snuff out half the amount of lives she did in the same time.

Gina crawled on all fours, deliberately swinging her colossal tits. Their rolling mass smashed every building they hit into shards, nothing man-made could withstand them. She lowered them on mobs of people, killing again hundreds. One tit broke through the ground were a subway tunnel went. Her swollen nipple ripped a passing subway open, it was as easy for this small part of her body as running her finger through fresh snow.

After a quarter of an hour, Gina halted her rampage. She looked around, smiling devilish. She just got another plan. Seeing what she was looking for, Gina headed towards it, her gargantuan feet crushing, killing and annihilating everything that was bold enough to stand between her and her next target.

The now flea- sized President, sick from the huge amount of death and destruction he had to witness, saw were she was going and knew in an instant what she had in mind. "No!" he cried. Gina smiled and pretended she didn't hear him. She kept walking until she had reached her goal.