Chapter 9
Gina stood in front of the Golden Gate Bridge.
It looked so small compared to her enormous body! The six driveways were level with her colossal breasts, the water of the Golden Gate river reaching her belly button. Her head stood well above the two red towers.
Looking down at the bridge, she pushed her nipples against its side. The cold material sent pleasant shivers though her body, and she became aroused again. Her stiffening nipples rose, and doing so, lifted the Golden Gate Bridge three feet. It tilted, making traffic glide down the other side. Then Gina lowered it by bending down a little.
"Gee, John. And you thought your army could bring me down? Me? Look at my power! This pride of your country is lifted by nothing but my horny nipples. Did you really think someone who can do that can be defeated by any army? Hahaha!"
The President, still clinging to her hair of her because he would otherwise glide down her shoulder, looked down in disbelief. Was this a bad dream? A huge giant, rocking Golden Gate Bridge with nothing but the strength of her nipples. He felt his heart race and sweat poured down his body in streams.
Gina stepped forwards, pushing her breasts against the Golden Gate Bridge. It gave way, and small cracks appeared in the driveways. The two red towers bowed dangerously inward, and the steel cables squeaked. Cars and people fell down in the Golden Gate river or were overrun by other vehicles gliding down.
"Is this all you can build?" Gina asked mockingly. "A puny little toy bridge that can't even stand up to a pair of little boobies?"
The President swallowed dryly. These "little boobies" could flatten an entire village in less than a minute's time.
"What would happen if some real big boobs came into play? Hmm? Real...big...TITS!!!!" Gina cried the last word out loud. The President heart dropped as he felt her shoulder expand again. "Oh, please god, no! Not again!" he prayed. But that prayer remained unanswered.
Gina started to grow again. Her body expanded in all directions, dozens of feet per second. Her legs slowly raised further and further out of the Golden Gate river, never telling her brain of the ship that just crashed into them.
The President tied a couple of Gina's hairs around his waist. From her current height of 2000 feet, even a dive in the river was fatal, should he fall down. He saw the Golden Gate Bridge getting further and further away from him, downward. By the time he had tied himself up, Gina was already 3000 feet tall and still raising.
"Real big tits, yes, real big, ENORMOUS TITS!" she cried, reaching the 5000-foot mark. Golden Gate Bridge was knee level to her now, her calves blocking the bay.
Reaching 1,5 miles, her legs cracked the hills on either side of the bay. Gina didn't stop. The energy and proto matter coming from the white hole, deep inside her and spreading its matter all over her body, wasn't used up yet. Could it ever be drained?
The President felt dizzy as he was risen up so quickly. It was going very fast, and he wasn't in a plane or something, being protected by artificial pressure. He was outside, on the shoulder of a now two mile tall girl. It made him woozy, but he didn‘t pass out.
Gina kept growing. She wanted to show the world her might. The hills and buildings on either side of the bay were shoved aside by her ankles as she reached four miles, her ever-increasing frame being inflated beyond imagination.
Reaching six miles, Gina stopped. San Francisco laid spread before her like a map, full of small bumps and specks that were buildings. Skyscrapers. It looked like a grey carpet with small, upright standing nooses to her. Here and there she saw stains of black and green, which she recognized as some of the many hills of San Francisco. Gina took a deep breath. She always wanted to be on top of the world! The time had come to display her new power.
Bending down, she picked up the Golden Gate Bridge. Using both her arms, she ripped the three feet thick steel cables like they were strings of spider silk. Holding the about half-an-arm-long bridge (to her) in one hand and examining it with the other, she accidentally tore a tower off. It flattened between her moving fingers like it was made of putty.
"Oops! I guess your fantastic bridge isn't that great after all. I just ran my fingers over it and it broke already. Is this supposed to be a wonder of the modern world?"
Gina grinned. "Look what I do with it, John," she said, and placed the Golden Gate Bridge between her now truly enormous tits. Using her hands to press them together, her unbelievable massive tits turned the highways to dust and the metal into red scrap, including the remaining tower. Then, moving her breasts apart, she let the remains of the Golden Gate Bridge fall down into the river, which washed gently over her feet miles below.
"I'm a woman of World Records!" she exclaimed for millions to hear. The President thought his eardrums were about to burst.
"I could fill an entire Guinness book! The biggest, heaviest, strongest living being! The loudest voice! The longest legs! The hugest tits! All me!"
Gina reveled in her power. "I should become a professional sportswoman. I can break record after record. Who can defeat me running? Long jump? High Jump? Weight Lifting? Boxing? The strongest boxer in the world would be nothing but a red speck under my pinky finger! Should I join the local Baseball team? They’re called Giants, so it would be the logical choice for me, right, John? And what about swimming? I could swim across the Pacific! No rest, all in one day, from California all the way to China! No human has done that before. Hell, let's do it! Let’s swim to China, John," she said. "First, a warming up. I’m a devoted swimmer, you know."
Gina stretched her body, making her breasts jut out dozens of feet more, ramming and destroying a news helicopter who flew near her. She didn’t even feel it. Next her arms, making swim gestures in the air, hit two bombers. She hit them with such a force their burning landed in Oakland. Then, she started to jump up and down a few times, her weight causing earthquakes that put the one San Francisco hit in 1906 to shame.
"Ready!", she said and waded into the Pacific. When she left, San Francisco was a burning ruin.
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Chapter 10
It took awhile before the ocean was deep enough for Gina to swim, but finally, she could.
She swam, indeed in record time (27,000 mph), all the way to China's coast. Her moves had created waves of a size no seaquake ever could produce, flooding large coastal areas from her goal, China, to Japan, Korea and the United States. Small isles and countless ships were simply sunk when she passed by. The President was lucky twice: her hair floated, saving him from drowning, and because he had tied himself to it. Otherwise, he would have been washed away. He thought he was going to be ripped in half, because Gina swam faster than the fastest speedboat, creating a tremendous drag. But he survived, and, dripping wet again, the unequal couple reached China about half an hour later. Gina's love for swimming had paid off, even though she had always done that for fun and, of course, to keep her body in an athletic, and therefore attractive, shape.
She waded the last few dozen miles towards the coast, between two small peninsulas. Huge tidal waves rolled in front her, as messengers of the upcoming doom. At the Chinese city of Qinhuangdao, she entered dry land.
"Aah, China. Delicious food. Nice, polite people. And of course, thanks to its interest in space, the U.S. built the Newton. I owe it all to you. Let me show you my gratitude!"
Lifting her knees high, arms hanging loose, looking straight ahead of her, and with an amused smile on her face, Gina started to stomp down the city of Qinhuangdao. She acted like a nasty child trampling a flowerbed. Her enormous feet left nothing untouched. Even the sturdiest building crumbled and flattened like dry breadcrumbs. Within five minutes, the entire city was nothing but a ruin. More than half a million Chinese were killed, stamped into the ground with their homes, fallen into the cracks her footfalls caused or blown to pieces by the pressure waves her movements created.
Finally looking down, Gina was content with her work. The city was totally destroyed, a barren wasteland. China, this superpower, was about to meet an even bigger one. Her. Scanning the area, she saw another wonder of the world in the distance.
The Great Wall.