Luna trudged through the city, her bare breasts heaving in anticipation, jiggling viciously as they rubbed lewdly against each other. Her tits had already been massive before her physics defying growth but now they had the power to crush cars with the simple act of lifting them up and letting them slam back against each other. She had already had her fun with that particular scenario but now she was on the hunt for a different kind of fun.
“UUUUnnngh! I’m SO hungry!” Luna cried. “I guess all this growing has taken a lot of energy, huh? You know, I just ate a little while ago but that WAS before I grew,” a giant finger reached for a giant, glossy lip as the giantess pondered her situation.
Luna rubbed her poor, empty tummy and grinned seductively down at the scrambling crowds below her fishnet stocking clad legs, lofty and seductive as they were, they were monstrous killing machines to the people below. Her toes wriggled, and she laughed as a few people were caught underneath them and were squished.
“Oh! SCRAMBLED! Mmmm…. eggs. I don’t suppose enough of you teensy things could pause long enough to make me five thousand servings of scrambled eggs?” Luna’s baby brown eyes gazed down expectantly. “Sigh, I guess not.” She stomped in frustration, “I’m HUNGRY!!!” And if YOU won’t PROVIDE me with FOOD then…. then… I’ll just have to eat YOU!”
Luna blushed deeply. She hadn’t meant to say that, but she was growing more and more ravenous by the second. Should she? Could she even bring herself to do it? Well, I guess I might as well try, she thought. Crouching down and scraping her titanic, shapely ass against a local skyscraper she grasped a few of the miniature people between her fingers. She slowly raised herself back up while giving the people in her hand the tour of a lifetime as they sailed by the twin obelisks that were her legs. The two beauteous columns joined at her slick vagina which was very much not being covered up in anyway by her stockings. The group, comprised of two men and three women, stared in awe as they all realized at once that she was wet. In fact, she was positively dripping with her honey.
They passed her stomach and heard the low, constant growl that came from deep within her belly. To them it sounded like a hundred large generators chugging away together. When they finally reached her immense, ponderous boobs the women blushed in a mixture of jealousy and awe while the men nearly creamed their pants. It was all too soon when they finally passed by her pink lips that looked like you could bounce on them forever and for the first time met her rich brown eyes face to iris.
Luna twirled her curled, chestnut locks around her idol fingers as she stared at the morsels in her palm. “Sorry little ones, but I don’t think I have much choice,” Luna grimaced apologetically. “I hope you taste good!” Without notice she upturned her palm onto her tongue before snapping her mouth closed. Luna’s eyes idly rolled back and forth while she swished the tiny, living beings back and forth in her mouth before finally biting down and chewing on her snack. All the while she continued toying with her hair nonchalantly.
With a large *GULP* she sent the remains of the hapless five down her gullet deep, deep down into her awaiting digestive system.
Her belly cheered happily as she let out a contented sigh of relief. “You guys tasted GOOD. I think *urp* ooh! I think I want more!” What followed next was horror the likes of which the world had never seen. Luna scooped up hundreds of people into her greedy grasp and plunged them down her maw. The twin guardians of its entrance were constantly being slathered with saliva by her tongue and they dripped in anticipation. When she couldn’t find people on the street she punched through buildings to find more. More, more, more! It was all she could think about!
As she continued her demolishment of the city she found something that could both entertain her as well as fill her tummy. A train! Several trains! How could she have forgotten about these? She went and picked up one of the longer ones and lifted it up. She crunched the train in her grip and chuckled at the screams of the tinies inside. By now their begging was the lovely melody to which she enjoyed her meal. With the long… phallic object in her hands Luna couldn’t help herself. She placed the train between her breasts, careful not to smash it too soon.
“Mmm…cold but... kinda nice,” she whispered as she passed the thing back and forth up and down betwixt her swollen mammories. This went on for a few dozen passes before Luna opened her sexy mouth and rammed the train up into it. Her teeth made short work of the metal casing and the front car snapped off in a shower of sparks. The middle car gave into her all-consuming tits and snapped in half causing an explosion that showered fire and billowed smoke across Luna’s cleavage. Luna never noticed and instead focused on the squirming people she sucked through the train taking incredible joy in watching the horrified looks on the faces of her prey as they fell over her luscious jugs, snapping bones over her nipples as well as between her teeth.
“So gooood! So HOT! MMM, MORE!!!”
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It was supposed to be a promotional event for her and Bayley’s win on Raw. Triple H had made it clear in no small way that Sasha was to get out there and sell her win and her ass off. When she arrived at the shoot they put her in a pair of ripped jean shorts that placed extra attention on her ass, a tight, clingy black tank top that squeezed her tits just right underneath an nWo jacket and topped it off with a choker and a pair of knee high, black boots.
Sasha adjusted her long, violet hair in the mirror as they finished her makeup. Damn, she looked FINE. She walked out onto the set as she adjusted her breasts. They were extra perky today and… bigger? Sasha shrugged it off and started posing as the photos flashed. It went about as well as expected and soon enough it was time for a quick break. Sasha strolled over to a table to get some water and bumped her knee. Ouch, she thought. She decided it must simply be a short table and grabbed a bottle. Strangely, it seemed absolutely tiny in her hands. It must be one of those mini bottles, she shrugged. She finished it off in a few gulps and returned to the shoot.
“Damn it!” the photographer shouted. “Who touched my setup?! Everything’s off! Sorry, Sasha, but we’re going to have to make some adjustments. Someone screwed up my camera and now you’re too tall in the frame. The lighting is way off now too! Somebody fix that please!”
Sasha gave a gracious smile as she watched his assistants rush over and start tweaking the lights. They look so small. I didn’t realize they had children working on set. No, they have to at least be teenagers, probably interns. Sasha looked around and noticed everyone looked rather short. Wait, I’m 5’5”. Most people should be taller than me. What’s going on? She snapped out of her confusion when she heard the photographer curse again.
“Get me the other camera! No, not that one you idiot! Yes! Hurry!” he screamed at another awfully small assistant. Now that Sasha thought about it, wasn’t the photographer a good foot taller than her? Suddenly he was beginning to look practically like a dwarf. He quickly readied his next camera and she could almost see a vein burst in his tiny, little forehead on top of his tiny little body. “This is all wrong too! What’s going on?! Is this someone’s idea of a joke? Its almost like Sasha’s grown three feet in five minutes! That’s impossible! Impossi-“ Sasha couldn’t help but smile at his stunned expression.
Sasha looked down and gasped as she finally realized just how far off the ground her sexy legs elevated her. She stretched out her arms and admired their new lengthiness, rubbing each one in turn before realizing they were getting even longer. Her eyes darted back and forth as her body continued to expand in all directions. Ten feet came and went. Twenty, fifty, one hundred feet and counting. She was growing faster now, and Sasha giggled when she saw the tiny crew scurry beneath the treads of her high-heeled boots. The only one who hadn’t moved was the previously foul tempered photographer who seemed to have lost all words and simply gaped up at her slack-jawed.
“Don’t worry everybody! All the hard work you put into making me beautiful and sexy is now going to be put on HUGE display!” Sasha tittered down at the… people? The term hardly seemed to fit the little ants anymore. “Aww, what’s the matter little guy?” Sasha winked. “Never seen a titaness of femininity and strength tower over you before?” She began to pose once more as she reached two hundred feet, flexing her massive thighs. “If I were you I’d take one last picture before I stomp you out of existence. Just think! It’ll be the defining picture of your career! You’d be capturing the moment I became a goddess!” She traced the shape of her breasts with her powerful fingers. “I’m sure it’ll be on the front page of every paper and website in the world! Go on. DO IT. Your goddess COMMANDS you!”
She could barely even see the puny thing anymore as she crested three hundred feet but gazed down at him like she would a lover and was rewarded with a miniscule flash of light. He took it! Oh, look at him crawl over to the computer to upload it online. Sasha began tapping her ever growing foot while she waited for him to finish.
She saw his body fall over and back away from his laptop. Without pausing her tapping for even a moment Sasha merely twisted her foot on her heel until it was hovering over his infinitesimal form and crushed him into nothingness with a single giant TAP of her foot.
“Now then,” six hundred feet. “Let’s take a look at the city, shall we?” seven hundred feet. “Hmm… I used to call myself ‘The Boss’,” eight hundred feet. “But now? I really AM The Boss!” nine hundred feet. “Now I’ll never have to answer to ANYONE! EVER! Triple H will be an afterthought when I flick him across the state!” one thousand feet. Sasha finally topped off at somewhere over eleven hundred feet tall and started walking down the streets.
Several people and cars found themselves crushed beneath Sasha’s massive heels as she wreaked havoc between the buildings that didn’t even reach her hips. She grabbed at her tank top and stretched it across her tight, fit body and tossed her hair to the side as her hand creeped closer to her crotch.
“Hmm… I wonder if the same thing has happened to Bayley?” She wondered aloud. “MMMnnGGhhh, what if it HASN’T happened to Bayley?” Sasha gazed longingly across her new domain, thinking of all the things she could do to a tiny Bayley in her grasp. “Oh, all you little worms are going to know exactly WHY they call me THE BOSS!”
Irina was a GODDESS. There was absolutely no other way to describe her. Her power was unlimited. Her youth everlasting. Nothing could harm her and things like hunger and fatigue no longer meant anything to her. She could change her size at will from her already tall 177.8 cm (5’10”) to several thousand kilometers and beyond. She had conquered armies by merely batting her eyelashes, changed the course of rivers with her pinky, Irina had held the leader of every first world country on her fingertip as they gave over their tiny blue planet entirely to her whim. Earth and everyone who lived in it belonged to her.
Today Irina opted for the height of 10,000 meters (6.2 miles). She didn’t have a particular reason for it, she just felt it was especially fitting for this occasion. Feeling nostalgic, she had decided to relive her time as a swimsuit model and with a thought her garb changed from her favorite immaculately white dress and heels to a stylish stripey blue bikini. She stood still for a second thinking of a destination before settling on Rio de Janeiro. Stepping off the coast of the Western Cape of South Africa she waded into the Atlantic Ocean and began her swim in what was to her a very shallow pool.
She leisurely cut through the waves, giggling as she capsized the tiny boats she allowed to sail through HER oceans. They mostly carried out business as usual except for the times she teased her subjects by making them provide her with countless tons of nail polish to paint her nails with or when she demanded they fashion some sort of jewelry or skimpy bit of clothing to adorn her divine body. She didn’t need them to provide her with anything since she could conjure up whatever she desired but it was still fun to lounge on a continent at a ridiculous size and watch with smiling eyes as the mites tried their best to manufacture her luxury and transport it to her location. She would then feign displeasure with the item, maybe it wasn’t the right size, maybe it wasn’t shiny enough, maybe the nail polish color was off by a shade, one time she had grown until her toenails were the size of cities and languished for a week as multitudes of little specks tried their damnedest to give her a proper pedicure and paint her nails a lovely shade of violet. When they finally finished she laughed at their pathetic efforts and perfected her peds with a thunderous snap of her fingers. Duly humiliated they were duly crushed beneath the soles they had suffered to service.
Before she knew it, Irina had nearly reached her destination and stood to her full height, great drops of seawater falling from her gorgeous form. A laugh rumbled from her lips as she excitedly made her way towards Rio de Janeiro. Meanwhile the nearly microscopic citizens of Copacabana stared in terrified awe as their de facto goddess rose from the depths of the sea and greeted them with bright hungry emerald eyes and her ever enchanting, ever dazzlingly white smile. The world shook, and the sea churned, enormous waves crashing against her shins as Irina gleefully bounced on her tiptoes up to the beaches of Copacabana.
So excited was Irina to play with her tiny toys and maybe have them play with her really, really big toy that she almost ran right into a jetliner soaring at just about eyelevel. Whipping her head around she flashed a grin at the miniscule aircraft as she passed it. The people inside the plane screamed in bloodcurdling panic as they almost collided with Irina’s breathtaking visage. Several people died from shock including the pilot. Luckily, the co-pilot was able to take over in time and avoid their careless goddess. Those that survived the initial surprise glued their faces to their windows and were greeted with Irina’s bedeviling gaze. She was so big that many of the passengers were certain that they could have flown their plane right through the inky black pupil of one of her eyes.
Of course, having focused on that rude little gnat, Irina didn’t even notice as her right foot’s toes came crashing down on a whole mass of skyscrapers. They were instantly obliterated, nothing but grains of sand beneath the feet of a tall, stunning woman. The remains of the fragile structures compacted deep into the earth under Irina’s 9 billion tons. People hadn’t even been able to scream as within a split-second they went from living breathing human beings with hopes and dreams (including never ever seeing the goddess Irina in her magnificent flesh) to unrecognizable grease stains smeared into the ground. As her impact’s shockwave spread across the city it ripped the ground apart and shattered buildings within its radius. Irina finally took note of her subjects’ plight as she settled her other foot on the remnants of her initial destruction, silencing anguished screams with nothing but her perfect sole.
“Oops,” she said, her heart all aflutter, chuckling in amusement. “It seems so many of you have already sacrificed yourselves to me,” she looked down her nose at all the little lives she owned. Her plush lips curved into a self-satisfied smirk as she caressed her curves, stopping to feel her supple flesh as she plied it with her fingers. She bit her bottom lip and said, “Hmm… did you insignificant bugs know that I was once a bikini model? Whoever’s alive down there, I see you, start worshipping me! Sacrifice your sanity and marvel at your goddess’s body! My bronze skin!” She ran her hands over her arms. “My wet, flowing hair!” Her fingers ran through her dripping voluminous hair. “My luscious toes and long sexy legs!”
Irina began posing for her captive audience, stretching and accentuating her legs as she raked and flexed her toes through the city, steamrolling buildings in their path. “My perky ass!” She turned and bent over, arching her back and sliding her hands along the shape of her buttocks, lasciviously showing off its apple like shape. Irina slapped one of her cheeks making a noise that sounded like cracked lightning and moaned from the feeling as she peeked over her shoulder. “Mmm… my warm wet pussy,” Irina stood straight again as she sashayed back around swinging her wide hips. Once she was facing inland she pushed out her shoulders and slowly pulled her bikini up, stretching it and rubbing it against the folds of her vulva before teasing it with probing fingers. “Oh! Hehe! I AM really wet down there after all!” Irina winked coyly at her adoring, horrified public. She raised a hand up to her face and tapped a single finger on her pouting bottom lip. “But then again I did just come from a swim. Maybe I’m just wet from that, huh?” she said teasingly.
She set her arms akimbo and tilted her hips to one side, slowly batting her eyes and allowing everyone to catch their breath before she continued. “How about my toned, flat stomach?” she said and began massaging her belly while raising a knee up over her the opposing thigh. She tilted her head back and gave them her best “fuck me” look before finally stamping her foot back down and causing part of a mountain to collapse from the sheer force. “Yeeess, I know you like it, now for the main event, yeah? Bow before the sight of my deliciously soft and full tits!” Irina crossed her arms and gently, erotically, pushed against her bikini covered breasts. She licked her plump upper lip before giving her crowd a knowing grin as she sensuously jiggled her impressive C-cups. “Is everyone enjoying the show? Hm? All of you naughty boys feeling your pants grow tight? Your cocks grow firm? Have you touched yourselves yet? Don’t get too excited now! Hehe! Ladies? Are you all jealous of me? Absolutely in awe of my colossal beauty? Just think, you’ll never have breasts this big. NEVER,” Irina pinched her nipple and squealed in delight, sighing in pleasure.
Finally, she moved her arms away, each in different directions. Her hair billowong in the wind as her right arm curled over her shoulder stretching her elbow into the sky and reaching for the nape of her neck with her delicate fingers. Her left hand flicked her nipple and fondled her breast just a second longer before moving down her body once again. Its knowing touch eventually reaching the strap of her bikini bottom, her thumb ponderously lowering it over her jutting hip. The rest of her fingers splayed out across her exposed pelvis, all of them pointing towards her most venerated of holy places now decidedly wet, not from seawater but from the ambrosia she produced between her silky thighs.
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll EVER get over how HORNY all this power makes me! You specks couldn’t possibly imagine what it feels like, what it tastes like,” In one swift motion both of Irina’s nimble hands pulled at the strings of her bikini both top and bottom. Not a single soul moved, not even in self-preservation, as the turquoise swimsuit rippled down upon the masses. The garment itself weighed several millions of tons and smashed what was left at Irina’s feet, pulverizing a few remaining buildings that had miraculously survived her previous ministrations. “Mmmmm…” Irina purred as the cool sea air caressed her exquisite skin causing her nipples to rise. “Now then, your goddess’s pussy is dripping with desire, her mind is filled with titillating ideas of what to do with all the teeny lives she has under her thumb and under her toes and I believe there’s a mountain called Sugarloaf around here that might just be the right size for my needs, Ah! There it is! And I was right it is JUST the right size!”Irina began to slink across the bay to the perfectly shaped mountain and all those clinging to life beheld her body. A thing of magnificent grace and splendor, each muscle tensing and releasing beneath her caramel skin. It was to this divine being Earth pledged itself to, this goddess they had gladly or dejectedly sacrificed millions of lives to and who carelessly used and disposed of them without a second thought. As Irina collapsed to her knees and salaciously inserted an entire mountain deep into her love temple one thing was clear. The universe belonged to Irina and they all merely existed for her pleasure.
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