Amanda at Large
by Typesbad

(Consider it your typical, if somewhat long, sensuous, violent, giantess in the city procedural)

PART 1

Dean Tisher decided that without question this was a better than average morning. As a night engineer at the city’s power plant, Dean’s mornings already differed from most as they marked the end of the workday rather than the beginning. It started out average enough, an event-less shift followed by him nursing a beer with a coworker at Night Owl’s 24-hour bar. As usual, he was eyeing the nurses that also came in after their shifts from the nearby medical center and hoping to find someone new, attractive, and not completely worn out which, much to his frustration, seemed to be a bit of a rarity in the night shift. And worse, those that existed, seemed to gravitate to the blue uniforms of the city’s finest coming off their night shift from the large substation right around the block.



He was just reminding himself that the medical-center and police sub-station were the only reason why this bar was open at this hour in the first place when there was a bit of a hush in the room. He turned to see this incredibly stunning brunette standing just inside the doorway. She look like she just walked out of a rock video with a tight satiny blue dress high enough to reveal dancers legs, and low enough to display an acreage of cleavage. After scanning the room intensely, her eyes settled on him. They remained locked on him as she found a table and he wasted no time in joining her. After a couple of drinks and some successful light conversation, she suggested it was too noisy (it wasn’t) and maybe they should go somewhere else (there was no where else at this hour).



So now, here he was with her arm in his, walking to his car parked in the alley around the corner. It was a truck really, a new gleaming black Chevy Tahoe. Suddenly it was worth every penny. A big rugged, representation of his virility to help keep balance with her overwhelming feminine presence. Two months ago he would have been showing her to his old battered Accord, which would not have been a good thing. She paused to regard his prized beast as he pushed the unlock button on the remote and opened the passenger door for her.



"These tinted windows are really dark." was her comment.



"Yes, the front door windows aren’t exactly legal but I figure as long as they aren’t quite as dark as the back ones, the police won’t bother with me.



"Um-Hmm" was her reply, with a tone that indicated that she wasn't really paying attention.



Idiot!! He thought to himself as he walked around to the other side in his head for making such a dorky comment. "I could have said something suave or suggestive like ‘Yes I find the dark soothing - don’t you?’ but no, I had to..." He halted the thought as he opened his door and gazed at her lounging in the leather seat. She did indeed seem to find the dark soothing. She had found the seat back control and leaned back a fair amount while she stretched her arms behind her causing her breasts thrust out even more than they had been. The dress looked like it was about to burst from the strain.



"It’s very roomy," she said, looking back toward him after he climbed in.



"Yes..." he replied, afraid to go further for fear of saying something stupid again. He was not sure whether he should start the engine or not.



Next, his beautiful companion reached behind his seat and pulled up his big foldable cardboard windshield sunshade. " I have one of these", she said with a smile, "Mine has sailboats on it, lets see what you have." He was a little embarrassed as it was covered with big, cute bunny rabbits. It was given to him by his staff based on an inside joke and not at all in keeping with the vehicle’s macho image.



Bunnies she vocalized the obvious, " I like bunnies." she continued as she unfolded it completely and put it in place blocking the windshield. "I like what they do."



Dean felt his senses go on overload and paralyze his motor functions. Her appearance, those words and their obvious suggestion, the sudden, sultry darkness of the cabin. His hopes and dreams were coming true so quickly he was struggling to keep up. The best he could do to acknowledge the situation was to drop his hand from the keys in the ignition.



"Dean, I’d like it very much if you kissed me".



It was a moment. Those words: Light, and airy, sweet and innocent with a hint of vulnerability like the face that spoke them, yet overwhelmingly powerful with their implication and steeped with the potential of things to come like the exaggerated curves of the her body.



Acting on it was a little more challenging. The truck’s center console was wide and high between the bucket seats. He lowered his seat back, mostly to buy time as he planned his angle of approach. It was then a matter of leaning, stretching and twisting his upper body all at the same time to dock his lips with hers at a proper angle. His body strained to hold his position, his right elbow crying out for a different angle from which to support his upper body weight while his left tried to smoothly caress her face and shoulders as if everything was cool. Despite his contortional difficulty, he was definitely getting one passionate kiss from her, though he reflected on the irony that with beauty such as hers, it’s a shame you can’t kiss her and see her at the same time.



Her arms wrapped around him and she pulled her body up towards his. The additional weight was the last thing his elbow needed but it did signal to him that they were going to be here a while and he was free, let his lower body untwist and follow the rest of him. He rolled gracefully over the console. That is assuming the definition of grace includes catching your right foot on the steering wheel and slamming the other onto the dash. Still, he was now on top of her, though it felt a little silly with his legs bent up at the knees.



Soon he forgot all about that. Though he was kissing her, his entire being was in his chest where her only partially covered breasts spread wide with the contact. He desperately wanted a but he had restrained himself thus far not wanting to risk moving too fast offending her. Probably not very likely at this point, but Dean was taking no chances. In short order though, her right hand came down and rubbed across his swollen crotch so that pretty much green lighted hand-to-breast contact. He arched his back up and brought his left hand up to plunge into the smooth satin covering the lower half of her left breast. Oh man that feels amazing’ he thought almost out loud as his fingers stretched to probe the immensity of the thing. Her hand had effectively defined the perimeter of his penis and began to squeeze.

Oh boy.

His right hand wanted to enjoy the same exploration as his left and though he knew it wouldn’t be easy, he went for it. He broke from her lips and pressed his forehead against part of the seat above her head. It was going to have to support most of his upper weight while his hands had their fun. But it was a lot of fun. She had both her hands working too, and before he knew it she had him unzipped and he felt her warm hand around his rock-hard member. He helped her, lifting his lower body by pressing the top of his feet against the top of the passenger airbag panel. He was now largely suspended from his ankles to his forehead. Her magical hands took full advantage of the increased room between them. That was great but he was really starting to feel a painful strain in his neck and back from his awkward position. He cast a forlorn eye at all that empty space behind the front seats. The rear seat back was even folded down! All that empty space mocked his struggling in the front seat. Meanwhile she was attacking his belt.

Suddenly it dawned on him that if he wanted to plunge his face in those breasts, he better work quickly before he was committed to other actions. His hands draped both shoulder straps around the corners, and down her arms. If he could just slide them down her arms a little and those beautiful orbs would be his. But suddenly at that point, both his penis and balls were cupped within her hands and he had to pause and give the action the appreciation it deserved. One of her hands left for a moment and he felt his pants and underwear slide to his knees with remarkable speed. He cast a quick look outside his windows. Were his windows tinted enough to conceal his bare ass just inches inside the glass in this post-dawn sunlight? But his mind was soon back on her breasts; they weren’t exposed yet but he plunged his head down toward them anyway.

A forceful tug on his @#%$ stopped his attack. He figured he knew what it meant. "Do you want your dress off?" He whispered hopefully and wondered if this was the time to bring up relocating to the back. No, lets do it now! She said - commanded, actually. He registered disappointment but remembered the windows. She might not fully trust the tint darkness either. So dress-on it was, he’d still find a way to those tits. His mind next raced through the following:

Got a condom?

No.

Oh well...

His head pressed against the seat again, he reached down below her dress to tug on her panties but she pushed both his arms gently away and said "No, I’ll just move it to the side, like this." This was also disappointing. It seemed like a cheap, unnecessary short-cut, but then he once again scanned her body and her beautiful face and realized what a minor complaint he was about to raise. He did use the time to pull himself up enough to drop his legs into the foot-well, toe-pry his shoes and shimmy off his pants. With better control now he positioned her a little on the seat and with her guidance, came on in. It was warm and wonderful, and she flattered him with a gasp of satisfaction.

He then realized that he was so turned on by her that he was going to have to exert a lot of his attention to controlling himself. But it was she who was in control. She had grabbed tightly onto both cheeks of his butt and was forcing his moves. He resisted a little, trying to move into a rhythm of his own. She grasped harder and forced him back into her control, her moans signaling the greater pleasure she was getting her way. He knew he had lost and didn’t try again. It’s not like she hadn’t been in complete control from the moment he first laid eyes on her anyhow. So he relaxed and enjoyed the ride and did what he could not to blow too soon. If he did, she’d probably throw him out the door and drive off.

Her hands moved to his hips and she controlled him even more aggressively. He was being used, no doubt about it. What a shame. He let his hands return to her breasts and to his relief, she let him. He managed to stretch her dress down, over the nipples, and wow!! There they were, bouncing up and down in all their splendid glory. The sight of them plus the action down below was threatening an oncoming orgasm. He fought it back just as she tightened her grasp even further. To his great relief, she looked close to coming and he watched in fascination the contortions of her beautiful face. He felt a strange vibration, like a hum. Maybe it was the power seat.

She was coming. Boy was she coming, and shaking him like a rag doll. She screamed out in ecstasy repeatedly before finally relaxing and releasing her grip. He wasted no time regaining control. He glanced at her briefly, her eyes were closed, she had a big beautiful smile on her face and she seemed to be stretching. The seat back was a little farther up than it had to be and he bent down found the control and let it motor all the way back. Much better. Why didn’t he do that before? He bent down thinking if he arched his back up enough, his mouth could reach her breasts while he continued to hump her. He pushed those wonderful hills up; his head came down, up and ...no problem!

God they were wonderful. And huge! It was amazing how big they were up close. He worked over a nipple that felt as big as the end of his thumb. He switched to the other, God it felt even bigger! He rubbed his face madly into this big fleshy pillow. He was still pumping her down below but he wasn’t arching his back anymore. She must be bending back or something’, he thought. Based on his side-glance of the rear door window, she also apparently managed to scooch them back on the seat towards the flat cargo area. Better late than never. He buried his face between her tits with his hands on the outside of each. He could swear they were each as big as his head. Never eat anything bigger than your head he chuckled to himself. He wrapped his lips around a nipple. Big. Big. Big his mind kept saying. After a few seconds, the nipple pulled itself from his mouth and boinked him in the eye. He stretched his neck and mouth to recapture it but it was out of reach. She’s still pushing herself back!’ he thought and he must be sliding back down to the front.

His nose was against her stomach, all he saw was the blue of her dress. He pushed out with his feet but surprisingly his feet didn’t reach the floorboard, so he grasped her hips, which his hands found sooner than he expected, and shoved himself forward. But he didn’t really move forward on her like he expected. He was in as far in as he could go; looking forward he saw the bottom of her enormous breasts just before his face. He stretched to recapture one in his mouth but he couldn’t reach them.

Huh? How can that be? He pushed himself up and away from her and both his head and back immediately hit the headliner of the truck. He hardly noticed as he darted his eyes forward and back in the suddenly quite cramped cabin and saw her body filling the space from the front floorboard to almost the back of the cargo area! He closed his eyes, shook his head and looked again. Things did not get more rational. In fact; he could actually see her growing. And there was some kind of blue glow around her that had nothing to do with her dress. His mind was a jumble of exclamation marks but one thought rang clear. He had to get out of there!’

It proved harder than he expected, as he was starting to get pressed against the roof when he pulled out of her. Well he thought he pulled out, but he was still in. It didn't make sense. None of this made any sense. He pushed and wiggled towards the driver side of the cabin and managed to slide his upper body down and wedge it between her now quite wide body and the rear side door. The decreasing allowable space made his lower body slow to follow and something was really feeling strange with his penis. But that was the least of concerns. He forced his right hand down back between him and the door searching for the handle. It took three tries to pull it out far enough to unlatch, but it did finally and he pushed himself out the door.

In a one-two punch his bare butt hit the cold ground, and then his penis slapped him in the breastbone! He stared in disbelief at the gargantuan erect penis extended from his legs, and the penis, for its part, seemed to be staring back at him. The head suspended above his chest was a very intimidating four inches wide. The whole thing had to be over two feet long, and his groin felt the weight of it. The groan and creak of straining metal turned his attention back to the truck, now fully stuffed with female. He instinctively crab-walked backward until he was back against the brick wall of the building beside the ally. Her still growing body filled the big truck’s cabin to capacity and it was starting to burst at the seams. His eyes darted back and forth from the oversized woman to his oversized @#%$ as his mind dished out equal parts of disbelief towards both. He realized finally that his penis had been growing right along with her when it was inside and now it was two, no, three times its normal size!

More groans came from the truck’s parts as the bottomed-out springs rested the full weight of their load on the wheels. The sound of shattering glass made startled him as did the sight of a giant arm working its way out of the rear-most side-window badly deforming the rear door frame in the process. Now came the shattering of the tailgate window followed shortly by the moan of straining metal and a pop! as the tailgate latch gave way and her huge head pushed outward. The rear roof was distorted with the bulges of the considerable swell and pressure of her breasts. Her dangling arm nearly missed him as it swung a hand the size couch cushion back to the truck, grasped the top of the window frame and pushed up as though she were turning down bed covers. A cacophony of sound resulted as all the rest of the vehicle's glass shattered and the driver-side pillars were sheared loose from the vehicle's lower body. The roof was pushed up and over like a coffin lid.

Beyond the shock of witnessing such a scene, he shuddered as the act of opening the roof showed some consciousness on her part. He expected her to sit up and braced himself for it. But looking at her face, now hanging well out the back of the truck, she still appeared to be sleeping. A good thing as far as he was concerned. Her left arm, together with the right fell casually above her head. The move pulled on the shoulder straps causing the top of the dress to flip back over her medicine ball sized breasts. It was the first he noticed that her dress was growing with her - like his @#%$ had been.

Her still growing body was extending in width past the truck. As it did, the sharp metal of the torn pillars ripped into her dress and the flesh within it. This was all happening way too close; about five feet away. He knew he had to get away before he got crushed between her and the building. Still he hesitated. He rationalized that the wound would rouse her and he didn’t want to be the only moving thing in her sight, but mainly he was frozen with fascination. He heard muffled screaming. It came from within the wall behind him. This would have certainly been a logical reaction by someone witnessing the scene, but far as he knew, there were no windows into the alley as a building had at one time stood there. His paralysis allowed him one more fascinating thing to see. The blood gushing from her gaping wounds soon stopped as the same mass-producing process that caused her growth, healed the wounds and instantly grew skin to seal the cuts. Not even a scar was visible before everything was covered by the cloth of the dress that was repairing itself in the same manner. Somehow watching that self-healing procedure take place was even more bizarre than the growth.

The hood of the Tahoe bulged up from the rear, busted loose from the hinges and tumbled forward over the front of the truck. Out of the engine area emerged both her legs and the base of the windshield and dashboard were being pulled apart as the legs lifted themselves from the confines of the vehicle. Dean suddenly realized how close he was to becoming trapped. He jumped up and ran down aside the length of her body toward the street acutely aware of the weight of his no longer erect but still huge @#%$ as it slapped his knees.

Ahead of him a man in typical dark pants, white shirt & tie business attire walking on the other side of the street, heard some noise and turned to look in the alley. Dean, still running, kept his eyes on him wondering if the man was staring at himself or the even more bizarre scene behind him. Then the man writhed strangely, still not exactly unexpected given the circumstances, but the next part was. The man’s texture changed. Suddenly it looked as though he were made of powder. Then some unseen force blew on that powder and the man dissipated into a blur of black white and skin tones that blew toward Dean and passed behind him. Dean spun his head around and watched the blur disappear into the giant woman. Similar ghost-like blurs of colors were emanating from the walls on both sides and flowing into her body. Dean couldn't believe his eyes and he spun his head forward to verify that the man was really gone. What he saw instead was a rider less mountain bike that come from the left of the street, hit a curb and crash to the ground. He slowed his pace as he emerged from the ally to the sidewalk and saw a car from his right crash into the building across the street and another from the left crash into a car parked in the street. There was no driver in the near car and the seat cloth was dissipating into the air exposing the seat’s foam backing.

Now he noticed just how heavy was the air with the haze of blurred colors rushing down the alley and out of the walls of the buildings. As the haze neared her, (God she was huge! her legs extended far forward of the truck which was now getting crushed beneath her ass!) it blended into blue and became part of the bright blue layer of light that wrapped close to all parts of her body and dress. In an improbable moment of clarity, he put the pieces together. Something was somehow sucking the flesh and bone - and cloth of everything in a radius all around her, and in that blue glow, was being transformed into the mass that fed her growth! But how long would it keep going? A screeching noise from the alley shook him from his contemplation. The giant heel from, he couldn't remember her name, her extended right leg had caught under a parked convertible and was pushing it down the ally even as the wheels refused to roll. The car had a windshield sunshade with sailboats on it.

He took one last look at her. He could see directly between the legs to a giant crotch, the panties had slipped back to cover what must have been foot high and growing vagina. He had really just been there?

He turned to his left down the street and was shocked by the mayhem. A procession of driverless cars had crashed into everything in site. The sidewalk was littered with items that had lost their owners: briefcases, purses, glasses, a skateboard etc.... Screams continued inside the buildings to his left and right, all abruptly curtailed, only to be replaced with new ones. He started running, again very aware of his absurdly large penis swinging madly and colliding with his legs. The field hadn’t extended yet to a half block ahead of him as he saw a pair of people on the sidewalk staring at him and the carnage around him. Just then however, he saw them hit by the effect, dust up and vaguely blow past him. Across the street and above, there was a shattering of glass. Dean looked up instinctively and saw a man falling from a fourth story window. He never hit the ground.

It was at this point that he realized that he was immune to the effect. The edge of the murderous field was beyond him and he was still a solid, if rather exposed body. 'Something to do with this big dick I bet.' It was a fleeting moment of security however as a large and suddenly driverless garbage truck plowed through some parked cars and headed straight for him. He turned and ran back toward the alley again only to see a giant pair of legs stretching almost completely across the street. The three and four story buildings to his right on both sides of the ally were crumbling in on themselves spewing dust, rock, and debris across the street. Only one direction remained for him and he dashed across the street just as the garbage truck deflected off one more parked car and veered straight into the all-night bar where his adventure began not so long ago.

He suddenly remembered that he had left his friend in that bar. He turned for a moment to run the bar and possibly save the man when he was suddenly made aware of the complete lack of human sounds coming from the demolished bar, or anywhere around him. He realized with a sudden dread that his friend was gone long before that truck crashed in. He had been dissipated, as had everyone else that had been there.

There was a new crashing sound. Behind him, the one-story thick legs were clear across the @#%$ street! And the right one was plowing a parked car through a storefront. It scared the hell out of him. He started to run but then caught site of an abandoned bicycle on the road. There was no doubt as to the status of its owner so he grabbed it and took off with his absurdly huge penis dangling over the left side of the top bar as he rode.

He soon reached the edge of the dissipation field. Apparently the field had a surplus of cloth as people were still dissipating but their clothes were just dropping to the ground. Another half-block and he was past it. A little further, and he was amazed to see people outside an alley coffee shop going about their early morning routine completely unaware of what was about to hit them.

He was about to keep going when he caught site of a woman with a baby carriage. He turned around and rode into the ally just as people were approaching the street to see what all the noise was about. Of course all eyes went to Dean as he road up naked from the waist down with a dick the size of a cop’s flashlight hanging over one side. He ignored them and road straight to the mother whose expression changed from amused to fright upon his approach.

"Run away now!" he cried, " Take your baby and run that way now! You’re in great danger!" She backed away in fear and he was suddenly grabbed in multiple places by a mob of men. Their words: "Get away from her you freak", "back off pervert," and similar phrases collided with his screams of warning while he thrashed to break free. His thrashing was doing surprisingly well too. When he swung out his left arm, three adult men were thrown against the wall! He shook some off his right too, and would have broke free if he hadn’t slipped on a paper coffee cup. His fall was rapidly assisted by the reminder of the mob. Just after his impact with the ground he heard the curses and yelling of his assailants segue into a crescendo of screams. There was a blur of color and then a pile of clothes fell down upon him.

The screams had moved off into the distance by the time he cleared the cloths and sat up. The alley was empty of people though their clothes were scattered all over the ground. Six feet away was the baby carriage. He looked hoping for a miracle, but there was no surprise. The carriage was empty but for a tiny little jumpsuit resting flat on the cushion. The horror of the site overtook him. Nothing he had just seen hit his gut like the site of this tiny baby’s life being swept away like so much dust. Dean broke down, he couldn’t run anymore. Instead, he simply fell to his knees, put his head in his hands and cried.
 

Amanda At Large

PART 2

Sky. That’s all she saw when she opened her eyes. Nothing but sky. She didn’t know where she was, where she had been, what time it was, or anything. Oh God, now what?’ she wondered. She was waking up outside somewhere and that wasn’t a good sign. There were faint city sounds, and she could feel a breeze on her legs, shoulders and face. That she didn’t feel the breeze in other places informed her without checking that she was clothed. That was a relief. But just to make sure, she looked down past her nose, tilting her head ever so slightly until she could see blue fabric stretched across the tops of her breasts. It was her low-cut light blue satin mini-dress. She had obviously meant business if she chose that outfit. With her figure, she could stand out in anything, but that dress was tight, short, and cut dangerously low. As a sexual predator, her body held an arsenal of weapons and that dress played them to their best advantage. It was her foremost come-@#%$-me dress and one, she thought slightly amused, she rarely woke up in.

But the dress was starting to bring it back to her. She had been making love...to some guy...some guy she had just met. That’s right. She wore that dress specifically to get laid by some guy she didn’t know. She had gone to that all-night bar by the hospital, found a guy she considered sufficiently attractive and @#%$ him. Just like that. At least she thought she @#%$ him. Wasn’t it in his car? She couldn’t quite remember actually doing it, but she did recall being in such a hurry, she didn’t even take off her dress, they just kind of worked around it.

Why did she do that? Why did she intentionally go out and seduce the first guy she could? It wasn’t like her. Amanda Larkin was no angel by any means but she wasn’t some hyper-slut either. Despite the fact that she was currently dancing naked for a living. No, there was a definite reason, she remembered that, but was too disoriented to recall it.

Yes she definitely remembered now, humping him on that car seat. That was it though. Can’t remember anything past that. And now here she was outside somewhere. What'd he do, toss her out on the side of the road?

She still hadn’t moved and she really know if she wanted to. Things felt strange. She felt kind of tingly all over. And she wanted to figure this all out before she got up and had to deal with it. Where was she? It was either up high or in some wide clearing since all she saw was sky with no buildings or trees or anything around the edges of her view. No people staring down at her either. Maybe she was in a park. But it sure as hell didn’t feel like grass she was on. More like gravel. Maybe she was on a road after all.

'That does it, it’s time to get up and find out what’s going on.'

She moved her hands to prop herself up and looked out on the world around her. Out was the operative word as she gazed over a landscape of rooftops to a distant horizon She WAS on top of a building! She was looking down on several blocks of three-to-four story buildings. She looked to see how close she was to the building’s edge, but there was no edge. Her bare legs stretched out before her amongst some kind of rubble. Next to that rubble were some horribly collapsed tiny buildings and beyond that more buildings, and streets, and cars and...She closed her eyes and shook her head.

She expected that when she opened her eyes again that it would all make sense; that she was sitting in someone’s elaborate model train set or something. She opened her eyes and there was the city stretching far and wide; and it led right up to her legs. Plus, she couldn’t ignore that fact that it looked like her legs had caused the nearby damage. She looked around her and saw more of the same kind of damage all around where she had laid. The rubble was from former buildings. There was water from burst pipes in some places and a couple of small fires in others. Where she could see streets, she saw more mess. Besides the water and fire, it was very still. All the cars seemed to have collided into one another and then stopped. Nothing was moving. Not up close anyway, she did see things moving in the distance ñ the commuter train a mile or so in front of her, cars on the freeway that was behind her a ways. But it was dead still around her. If this was the city, where the people?

The stillness and the lack of people was the unnatural part of this set up. Yeah, setup. That’s what this is, some elaborate trick. Which meant someone was watching her. Looking all around again, gave her no clues.

She then looked down with her left hand, reached for the nearest car, which she recognized as a model of an old Taurus. About the same length as her hand, the car was at once heavier and more fragile than she expected. Her fingers and thumb caved in the doors before she had enough of a grip to pick it up. The side windows shattered into what looked and felt like salt crystals. Bringing it up close to her eyes, it still looked pretty darn real. She turned it over to look at the underside figuring that would give it away as a model. She let it rest upside down in her palm and the roof immediately caved in shattering more glass. Damn this thing is flimsy! The under side looked incredibly real. There was no lettering or brand logos or anything like that and everything was made up of separate little parts like a real car. And then the clincher: it was dirty with road grime. She pinched the car's nose with her right hand to turn it right side up again. The car was a wreck. The sheetmetal was completely battered. Trim pieces had fallen off, the windshield was an opaque wobbling sheet of crinkly safety glass, and the rest of the glass was a mass of crystals inside and out. And all she did was look at it!

She paused and pulled her right leg toward in toward her, her sandal heel plowing through the rubble. Continuing to stare at the car, she brought her fingers around it and slowly started to squeeze. It gave pretty easily but the degree to which different parts resisted, the symphony of snaps, crackles and pops revealed its complexity. Fluids flowed out of the bottom. This didn’t feel like a model car. A model or toy car wouldn’t have crushed like that, and it certainly wouldn't have gas in the tank. This was a real car. And if this car is real, then all this is real! And that makes me some kind of giant!

GIANT!! And suddenly a flood of memories came upon her.

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It was a particularly shitty night at the exotic dance club she worked at. God, how she longed to have an office job again! The other girls were pissed at her because she was getting the most attention and the best tips even though she wasn’t as good a dancer. @#%$ 'em! This isn’t exactly the ballet, girls. Men came to see bare tits and asses and she happened to have a whole lot of the former and a damn nice one of the latter. That’s why she now had top billing. Well usually anyway, tonight they had a special visitor. Some big haired blond with her tits siliconed up to the size of watermelons. It was ridiculous to have tits that big, they were completely out of proportion! She smiled slightly realizing some of the other girls say the same thing about her. But @#%$, at least hers were the real thing!

Howard, the manager was being his usual @#%$ self. He knew she hated it there, and said it was showing in her dancing. Howard the dance critic! @#%$ him and everybody else that worked there. Everybody else in her life for that matter!

"Calm down Amanda" , she replied to herself, "You’re just worked up about that weird guy. What was the deal with him? The other girls had noticed him too and commented about him before she went on stage. And its not as though creepy guys were a rarity around here.

She was doing her Mexican heritage routine. She was only one quarter Hispanic but her long wavy dark hair and her tan skin helped her pull it off. She started out in a full length Mexican party dress showing a little bit of cleavage. Than as the barker goes on about Mayan heritage at the heart of Mexican ancestry, she pulls off the dress to reveal a beige suede micro-bikini with Mayan symbols on it. Her breasts overwhelmed the top bulging out all sides of the dual triangles strung together. Kneeling down at the edge of the stage, there was no shortage of men willing to stick bills in the strings of the suit. After she transfers the cash to her G- string, the barker starts talking about the heat of Mexico and off comes the top. The flashing and abundant shaking of those fabulous breasts brought in even more money.

While she looked happy, sexy and provocative on the stage, inside she was just going though the motions, waiting for the song to be over. The thrill of men whooping it up over her body, that she first felt on this job didn’t last much past her first week. Now she had nothing but disdain for these sorry louses, willing to give up their hard-earned money just to ogle at what she had been given by nature and fine-tuned at the gym.

She hated it, but it was paying the bills well enough, particularly the payments on those huge medical bills incurred by her mother before she died. Still, had she not gotten herself into such a mess at the office, those bills would have been paid by insurance and she would have a respectable job. A job she could claim with pride instead of embarrassment. But for now, it was wiggle your boobs, shake some ass, and get paid by men you pity and despise.

Perhaps that is why so much of her attention was focused on the mystery man. She noticed him immediately. He was average looking, average height with average clothes - well not quite, his wearing those gray gloves was an odd thing. But that is not where the strangeness rested. Something about him didn’t look quite right. It’s like his skin didn’t reflect light correctly, or his clothes didn’t wrinkle the right way. Something just wasn’t quite right! And he just sat there, motionless, and seemed to look right through her.

Then the weird things happened. At this point, the top was off, and she had been down to her smallest G-string for a while and the crowd was shouting and whistling its approval like usual. Suddenly there was a huge surge in the cheering. She was in crab-like position, legs toward the crowd, which was a crowd pleaser, but she hadn’t done anything right at that moment to cause the noise. "It’s as if I took something else off!" she thought. That’s when she noticed her G-string was gone.

"@#%$!" she exclaimed out loud. So was the money it strapped in it!, It was strictly forbidden to take off your bottom, as the county government drew the line at exposed genitalia. But she hadn’t touched it! She looked around for it on the stage floor as she continued her routine. Nothing. She looked out to the audience to see if some one was twirling it around their finger or something. No G-string, but a lot of wild cheering. Then she noticed the mystery man standing up. He opened his mouth into an "O" position and an instant she felt a lump in her throat. Instinctivly, she swallowed. She hadn’t seen anything, she didn’t even think her mouth had been open but she definitely swallowed something. It felt like a soft marble going down. Then, she didn’t feel it at all.

She looked back toward the man, but he was gone. She scanned the room but he wasn’t there. It had only been a second, he couldn’t have left the room in that time! From the actions of the guys in the table behind him, it seems they were puzzled by his sudden disappearance also. Disappearing clothes, disappearing men and unknown things going down her throat. This was too much!

She nervously continued dancing as the song drew to a close and ran off the stage well before the last note. Of course there was hell to pay as soon as she got off the stage. Howard was immediately in her face accusing her of trying to get the place closed down, The other dancers accused her of cheating in order to collect more tip money, and even Wanda Watermelons or whatever the hell her name was, wobbled up and accused her of trying to upstage her act.

She tried repeatedly to tell them that it wasn’t her fault but finally just told them all to go to hell. Then she threw on some clothes, and stormed out of the place. She didn’t go straight home. She was too pissed. She walked up to her old Chrysler LeBaron and considered its convertible top for a moment. If she ever needed a pick me up it was now. The night was warm, maybe a nice top-down drive would make her feel better. After dropping the top, instead of heading though town and back to her home she headed for the bridge, crossed over the river and went for a drive in the hills. She turned onto smaller and smaller roads until she saw no other car on the road. There was no moon out tonight and it was extremely dark on the mountain roads. No cars in front or back, it was time to put the pedal down and do some flying. Maybe she’ll just fly the damn thing off a curve and go out in a blaze of glory. She was trying to talk herself out of that one when she felt a strange vibration inside her. It was like she had swallowed her old pager with the vibrator setting. She was just thinking how it felt smaller, like a marble rather than a pager when there was suddenly blue.

Blue! All around the car. She didn’t hear or see anything, but just in the time it takes to blink, she went from speeding down a mountain road to being in the middle of what seemed like a giant cobalt blue ping-pong ball. She instinctively slammed on her brakes but felt no movement of deceleration. She tried the gas and turned the wheel yet felt nothing, and she just barely heard the engine rev. She turned the wheel to the left, and looked over the car door to her front wheels; a movement that felt strange. More of the same blue was down below and the wheels were spinning over it. The car was floating. Come to think of it, she was floating! There was no gravity in here! She wasn’t sitting in the seat so much as above it, mildly positioned between it and the seat belt. When she let go of the wheel, the seatback cushion gently pushed her forward.

Panic started to set in. She jammed her foot into the gas pedal, still barely hearing the engine’s muffled roar, she steered wildly, threw it into reverse, and even honked her horn, which was just as muffled as the engine. Amanda stopped, caught her breath, and even turned off the ignition out of either habit or resignation. She hunkered down into her seat, or tried to. Disgusted, she pushed back from the steering wheel so she could at least look like she was hunkering. The movement in zero gravity made her breasts flop up in a funny way and they really didn’t fall back into place. Her hair had been thankfully been pulled back for the top-down drive though her pony tail found plenty of other laces to point besides down.

She examined her surroundings some more. There was some kind of pattern to the blue, a subtle swirling of darker and lighter blue particles. The swirling wasn’t everywhere like a fog, but against some surface or forming a surface, or something. There was a background noise too, some kind of hissy -hum. It was all quite disorienting and the weightlessness was making her feel a little nauseous.

Suddenly, there was movement directly in front of her. An opening formed directly in front of her and enlarged to reveal a large naked man walking toward her. Just as quickly, the opening disappeared behind him. It was as though he just walked through a wall. It was immediately apparent that this was no normal man.

He wasn’t human. He was close, but there were plenty of subtle differences. Like no navel, or nipples and instead of two pec muscle bulges he seemed to have just one long one from side to side. Freakin’ huge @#%$ too, and it was somewhat funnily looking. He was bluish in tint, but then so was everything else in here. He was also very large. He must have been 12 feet tall, and he was walking directly toward her. No, scratch that; bigger than 12 feet. He kept walking closer, and getting bigger. The wall was much farther away than she thought. She really had no perspective to determine size or distance. Each step bought him closer and taller. She screamed of course, but the sound was so muffled almost nothing came out. She tried to screamed harder but with such little volume there was little point, so she stopped. Still he approached, getting bigger and bigger. There was no sound of footsteps but the background hum wavered with each swing of his legs. His feet were lower than the car, which was floating somewhere between his ankles and knees. She was starting to get a sense of his true size. ‘He was as big as a @#%$ office building!’

Completely terrified, she unbuckled herself and scrambled over her seat back to flee. But she had overlooked her weightlessness and she soon found herself floating above the car; all limbs flailing wildly with nothing to grab on to. The giant had stopped not far in front of the car, his body centered directly above it with the legs slightly apart to each side. Amanda was panicked, she’d continued to try to run, crawl, even swim away to no avail. She glanced behind her repeatedly only to see nothing but the twin redwood trunks of his giant legs. She was getting winded and getting nowhere so she stopped. With a couple measured movements, she managed to turn around in the air and face him.

He was so big and so close, she could only look at part of him at a time. Her gaze instinctively went up to his colossal penis. Huge, even relative to his size it hung down half way to his knees. It was uncircumcised and hairless at its base which revealed odd muscled tendons supporting it from above. Behind it was a huge scrotum that from what she could see, seemed to support four testicles rather than two and wrapped them in a tough-looking corrugated skin.

Some force had positioned her upright as she faced him. And she now saw that she was slowly moving upward. She was very close to him, about a two car-lengths. As she passed his knees, her gaze was still riveted to his penis. It was much wider than she was and a couple of stories tall. Like a marble pillar from the front of the old roman-style bank building downtown. Its head was still hidden within the foreskin and she was grateful for that. A penis’ head always made the whole thing look much more like some kind of separate creature and she didn’t think she could handle seeing one the size of a Volkswagen. It seemed lumpier than normal, and those lumps had the look of muscle just like those tendons at its base.

As she continued her accent, past his groin she realized he could now reach out and grab her at any time. She glanced at his hands. Whoa! There was a difference! Two thumbs! One on each side of the hand with three fingers in between - no wonder he wore gloves at the club. She was sure that’s who this was and she looked up at his face, really for the first time, to confirm. He was looking down at her of course and it was more than a bit unsettling. As far as him being the guy at the club, it was hard to tell. He kind of looked like that guy but he seemed different, more tough-looking, Of course that could just be the size. She realized that with all this thinking, she was calmer. She was still scared, but not exactly as terrified as she was, she somehow was pushing back the fear so as not to disrupt her thinking.

She continued to notice the non-human elements of his torso as she continued up. Nothing was so different as those hands. Then she notice her clothes were gone! Were they back down toward the car? No, just gone! She started to panic again, twisting around, frantically patting her body, vainly looking for them. Like the G-string, they were just plain gone. She couldn’t even remember it happening. She felt even more vulnerable now; and it was a signal to her that he had some very specific plans for her. She would have grown even more scared had she lingered on the thought but now she suddenly had to deal with looking at her subject in the face. It was the size of a house with steel gray eyes for bedroom windows and a mouth that could be a wide-open double front door at any moment. The face reminded her of the shocking fact that this was very much a living man, not some oversized collection of male parts.

He looked at her seriously. She wanted to say something, her mind even flashed suggestions of something glib like "Like what you see?" or "You know you’re a pretty big guy!" but fear kept any words from reaching her mouth. Suddenly one of his hands was rising up between him and her. The middle finger, which was the longest, was extended out toward her. Unable to get away while suspended in mid air, she tried to scream again and quickly brought her arms and legs forward to block its path. But the finger, which was larger than she was, just shoved its way past her limbs and with them beating on it, touched her gently on the stomach and then drew away. She was so terrified by the action, she didn’t even notice for a few seconds that the vibration in her body was happening again.

Something was changing. It wasn’t apparent at first just looking at his face but looking down she noticed that the perspective on his body was changing. It was getting smaller. His immense width was narrowing, his lower body not so far away and getting closer. He was getting smaller. Of course since this coincided with the vibration in her body, she could be getting larger. The unchanging background was no help at determining which. She preferred to think he was shrinking, it made him less scary. The other was too weird to think about. The process was taking its time. She spent it looking at the oddities of her companion’s face and head. Still no real change in his expression. He was fully bald, and the top, and two sides of his head seemed to come together with a subtle crease on each side. His ears were much less complex a shape than ours. More like multi layered semicircles.

The vibration stopped which was good since it was making her feel a little queasy. She looked down at his whole body. Her head and feet appeared to match up perfectly with his. They were exactly the same height. She was still floating however; while his feet seemed firmly planted on something.

She liked this much better. The two of them, the same size, standing face-to-face, naked. Usually, when she is in this situation it’s only moments before having sex. That might not be too bad an idea she thought, he has a damn big @#%$ and he’s not bad looking in his own weird alien sort of way. His expression still hadn’t changed but his eyes told her this is just what he had in mind to do. Another more rational part of her mind suddenly shouted out its piece. He...they...they’re in your head, manipulating your thoughts! You wouldn’t be thinking of sex in this situation, you’d be running away! Don’t let them brainwash you! But then the effect took hold of this part of her consciousness as well, and her rational side started saying things like. Of course you can’t run away, and if you could where would you go on this spaceship or what ever it is. He’d probably just grow big again and grab you anyway. In short, her rational side was providing rationalizations. She quickly grew tired of this rational thinking as her desire, be it artificial or otherwise was taking control.

She reached out to touch his face, which felt perfectly normal, if a little smoother than usual, shaving was not one of this guy’s burdens. He reached out and with those weird hands lightly grabbed her breasts. Men are all the same no matter what planet they’re from’ she thought. With three fingers above and two thumbs below each breast, he lightly grasped them and pulled her weightless body towards him. He appeared to be weightless as well now and they floated closer to one another. Inches apart, He was now stroking her breasts methodically bringing all fingers and thumbs from the sides to her nipples which quickly responded becoming rock hard.

Before she expected it, his big penis was at her vagina’s door. It startled her and she pushed back with a start and peered down at it over her breasts. It’s big head was out of the foreskin now and its thick gleaming glans was a sight to behold. It was a darker blue and similar in shape to a normal penis head but with more of a arrowhead like "V" to it’s base. Behind it, rather than a stiff pole, the penis was a tube of muscles, which moved the whole thing like a snake.

She reached down and touched it with her hand, the big head filling her palm. It was wet, the whole penis was covered with some oily film it secreted. As her fingers glided down it’s sides the penis took its cue and moved its head forward up toward her breasts. Her hand felt the muscles bulge and tense with the movement. All those muscles in a @#%$! Very exciting.

She was ready for it now and signaled it by loosing her grip and pulling the him closer with her other hand. The penis moved down on its own and soon found its way to her door again. She grabbed his hips with both her hands and he brought his hands from behind her to the op of her shoulders, holding her in place as the enormous @#%$ slowly and smoothly slid itself in. At first she found it unusual that no movement from his pelvis accompanied the action, then she forgot all about that as its sheer immensity filled her and overwhelmed her. It slid out again, almost all the way and then returned. The vibration of the action was not lost on her clitoris. A pre-orgasmic spasm ran though her body as it accepted both the resumed kneading of her breasts by those weird hands and the amazing pumping from down below. The room muffled what would have been her loud moans of satisfaction.

The penis came in and filled her again. But this time it stayed there. She felt stuffed, its shear volume was awesome. Then, something different. It rotated inside her! He was twisting it one way and then the other. It was quite a different sensation. She was really enjoying herself now. She let go of him and reveled in the feeling of it all. She was floating in the air. There was no up and no down, her hair no longer tied as the band disappeared with the clothes was mostly pointing in front of her, indicating that she was slowly rolling backward but she really couldn’t tell in the featureless blue void. What was really exiting was that her only points of contact with anything were her tits and @#%$ which were being so expertly serviced.

She let her arms spread lazily out wide and bent her knees completely surrendering to the bliss of the moment. This is going to be one stellar orgasm! she thought sensing its approach. The back of her left hand hit something, and she heard a faint crashing sound. She look over to see what it was and saw her car, only it was just a few inches long and spinning in the air. The passenger side was caved in between the wheel-wells and there was some debris swirling out in all directions from it. Her car was tiny! And she just smashed its side in with her hand! That meant he hadn’t shrunk, she had grown! She was as big as he was when she first saw him!

She didn’t know what to think. Did it matter? Certainly not here where the only point of reference was that stupid car. Her attention was suddenly diverted as her companion; her giant companion changed moves. He was now going in and out and twisting at the same time. The twisting was playing her clit like a tambourine and now the big @#%$ - @#%$ the thing must be the size of a bus! - was thrusting in and out making her feel alternately stuffed and emptied. A golden orgasm was approaching; this was not time for rational thought.

She wasn’t feeling it alone. The alien’s formerly stoic expression was starting to twist up betraying that he too was getting overcome by feeling. The rhythm was getting a little erratic, the thrusts harder, and he was breathing more heavily. It was reassuring and made him seem much more human and less like some robotic @#%$-machine. Yes they were both heading to the same place and once again she relaxed to just let it happen. The orgasm came slowly at first and then built into an overwhelming crescendo. She grabbed his shoulders in a futile attempt at stability just as his expression changed to one of agony-ecstasy, his pelvis thrust forward with the penis rock hard within her. She briefly felt the explosion from within before her orgasm caused an explosion of its own. A flash of light came and the world disappeared.

She threw her head back and it hit the headrest. Headrest? She opened her eyes and looked directly at the instrument panel of her car. Her hands were grasping a steering wheel instead of shoulders. She looked up quickly to see if the giant was there, or maybe the blue void, and she saw blue, but only above and to the left. To the right was green. Trees. Trees lining the side of the country road that she was parked beside. The blue was only sky.

Amanda At Large

PART 3

It felt like morning, condensation everywhere in the car and she felt a little chill in the air.

She...was naked! She threw her head from side to side spastically looking for her clothes. Something was odd about the far side of the car but she couldn’t let it interrupt her search. There was a bunch of stuff piled neatly on the center of the rear seat: floor mats, her purse, several pieces of wadded up paper, two soda cans, an old French fry, and some change, but no clothes. She twisted around and down to look at the floor behind the front seats, which was remarkably clean of anything much less clothes.

There were no clothes in the car.

She looked up and down the road for oncoming cars and saw that fortunately, the road was clear. She took that moment to think; actually argue, with her self. It still seemed like she had just been having sex with the alien/giant in that blue place. 'C’mon Amanda', came the reply, 'That was obviously a dream.'

But was it? It seemed so real, so vivid. And it’s not fading into vague images like most dreams. 'I remember everything, and in chronological order. I remember exactly what happened and what I was thinking as it happened. ' 'It was just a vivid dream that’s all.’ Came her mind’s reply. ‘Think of the subject matter: having sex with a giant alien with a snake for a @#%$ while floating around in a blue room? And then suddenly waking up in your car? It was a dream, nothing else!’

She was in no way convinced. Immediate counter arguments included her nudity, how she happened to be right where she last remembered driving before being zapped into the blue as it were, and she also couldn’t ignore a tell-tale soreness in her crotch. Still, she let the dream theory win for the moment as none of this thinking had accomplished its original goal of her figuring out what the hell happened, and where her clothes we so she could get them and go home.

The sound of an approaching car completely diverted her attention. There was nothing visible in the long stretch ahead so it was probably about to appear over the crest of the hill just behind her. There was nothing else to do but slide down low and hide. Her mind raced as she heard the car approach. What if they stopped? What if it was a cop? A cop would stop for sure. She relaxed a little as it passed by. Waiting for it to get far enough away, she thought about the softness of the carpet on her bare butt. The floor mat would normally have been terribly gritty and nasty. What of that anyway? Through the bucket seats, she saw all four floor mats stacked neatly in the center. She now recognized all the other items as things that had been sitting loose in her car. It was if someone held the car upside down, shook it, and then stacked everything that fell out on the back seat. Back came the image of her car, tiny and floating in the blue air after her hand struck it.

Eyes wide open she flopped her upper body to the passenger side and peered over the doorsill. Jesus! The body was indeed severely bashed in from the middle of the door on back to the rear wheel-well. It looked awful. Her mind immediately tried to recall the accident, Someone hit her car! Or did she wrapped it around a tree! She couldn’t remember a thing. She stretched further out over the door looking for clues. It didn’t happen here, that’s for sure.’ What frustrated her further, was that she could see no clue in the bashed metal itself. No bark caught in the trim, no paint scrapes, in fact, there were no scrapes at all. Just bent metal. It was like it had been hit by something big but with a soft surface like...the back of her giant hand? She remembered the sight of it twirling though the air after she struck it. ‘Stop it’ commanded her rational side, ‘You probably dreamed that because of the accident. Same thing about the sex. Maybe you got hit and somehow wound up @#%$ the guy. Or maybe some guy drugged you, @#%$ you and sent you off in the car. Maybe...

Another car was coming. She could see it coming way down the road. Leaping back into the driver’s seat she gave the keys, which she found right there in the ignition, a furious twist and was relieved to hear the car start up. Her hand immediately went to the switch that raised the top. For a split second, it sounded like it was going to work too but a grinding mechanical noise dashed that hope. Looking back, her side was trying to raise, but the frame on the other side was obviously binding against something due to the crash. She wanted to jump up and yank it free. Then she had the sudden image of her standing naked on the back seat, bent over with her ass facing the road and its on comers while her big boobs danced up and down to her trying to jerk the top free.

‘Sorry folks, you have to pay for that show.’ Instead her hand went to the power window switches. Again, they went up on her side, which was the most important, but on the other side, the little rear one didn’t do anything at all, while the door window made some crunching sounds and finally jerked up part of the window which was cracked into tiny little squares that crumbled the moment they got a few inches above the door. It was really pathetic looking.

The car was coming closer so there was no choice but to crouch down and hide again. She scootched down until the lower steering wheel caught under her breasts. At least the broken glass was on the other side of the console.’ That was the end of her luck however as she heard the car unmistakably slowing down. It stopped, idling. Curiosity forced her to peer up and notice a large SUV on the opposite shoulder about a car length beyond the rear of her car. The damn thing was tall enough that the driver probably caught sight of her. Of course that meant they could see her head now which undoubtedly raised their curiosity even higher. " @#%$ it!" she said aloud as she pulled up in the drivers seat, pushed in the clutch, put it in gear, and spun her front tires off the grass, onto the road and took off down the road.

The drive home certainly ranked among Amanda’s least pleasant life experiences. Being a decidedly sexy woman driving through crowded city freeways naked, hair flying in a half smashed convertible with the top down, and not wanting to draw attention, proved a formidable challenge. The first thing she noticed as she gathered speed from her abrupt get-away, was that the car didn’t ride well. The hit her car took, bent something around the back wheel which caused a really nasty shake at or above 45 mph. This proved only a temporary problem however as traffic soon ground to a halt as she approached the bridge leading across the river into the city with thousands of other morning commuters.

Unlike the wheel, her nudity was a problem at any speed and her only recourse was to try and cover herself with one of the floor mats. Nubby side or the gritty carpeted side? She chose carpet, and soon regretted it as dust and grit found its way all over her body. She found it much harder to keep the thing covering her than she would have thought. The mat wanted to slide down under the sizable cantilever of her breasts, which caused the top to roll forward into the steering wheel. Stuffing her purse on her lap helped some, but she still had to lean uncomfortably back in the seat to keep her breasts covered. This left her battling for a compromise: getting close enough to the shifter without leaning forward and not having her left leg bend too much from clutch and brake work to knock the mat askew. None of this of course, did anything to cover her sides which, thanks again to hefty D-cups, meant exposing an eyeful. The view from above was pretty startling too as plenty of truckers honked their appreciation. She tried using another mat but there was no way keep it in place. It was hard enough just to keep the front one in place while steering and shifting. The constant series of adjustments and corrections drove her batty, and the traffic jam insured that people had plenty of time observe her. Every time she contemplated getting off and taking side streets, the thought of her sitting at a light as people walked right, by curbed any further consideration.

The irony that she took her clothes off in front of strangers on a daily basis did not diminish her feeling of vulnerability one bit. The dancing is a controlled situation. She knows what to expect from the patrons and they know what to expect from her. There was also security in the form of a couple 250 pounds goons sitting at the bar. The only security around here would probably arrest her - if she was lucky. No, this was completely different, wide out in the open with who knows who driving up right next to the car and staring at her. They were all staring at her, part of her actually wanted to jump up on her seat and shout OK! I’m naked, Get over it! More rational thoughts prevailed which unfortunately still offered no hope from being trapped here on the freeway.

She cursed those staring eyes and everyone behind them. Cursing in fact; was pretty much her solitary coping mechanism. She cursed the traffic. She cursed the shifting floor mat. She cursed the fact that she didn’t have tinted windows, or an automatic transmission. She cursed the size of her breasts for being such a nuisance. She cursed the fact that so many people now drove SUVs, pickup trucks, and minivans and could look right down on her, not to mention the damn big trucks. She cursed the fact that she moved into her departed mother’s house which was clear across the other side of town, and she cursed that there weren’t more curse words as she was already into her third rotation.

Eventually she cursed her way through town and to her home. Thankfully, the bungalow’s driveway led to a garage in the back,. That didn’t save her from nosy old Mrs. Kreske who was behind her kitchen window as Amanda drove by. Shutting the car off, Amanda briefly considered how she could cover herself front and back with the floor mats on the walk to the back door. To hell with it she said out loud as she dropped the mats and house key in hand, made her naked dash for the door. Immediately she heard Mrs. Kreske, "Good morning Aman.....oh my! Amanda ignored her but in her rush, stubbed her toe on a sidewalk crack. She didn’t fall but did manage to release her hold on the keys, which made a bee-line for the flower bed. The word "@#%$!" could not be spoken often enough to properly comment on the situation, though Amanda was determined to try anyway as she fished for her keys and her toe shouted for attention. Nor did her comments drown out the screeching voice of Mrs. Kreske. "...with not a stitch on! Now Earl, didn’t I always say that girl was a hussy! You should come and see this. No, never mind; you stay right there! No Earl really, stay there!" The monologue broke through Amanda’s anger and managed to amuse her. As she found her keys, she actually hoped old Mr. Kreske would get an eyeful. Thus she stood fully erect, chest out, and now gracefully made her way to the back door and let herself in.

She didn’t go anywhere for the next two days. She’d had enough public nudity for a while so she called in sick at the club. Howard was pissed as hell and ranted and raved but she didn’t care. He wouldn’t fire her and they both knew it. So she spent her time sleeping, exercising, thinking up a bullet-proof lie for her auto insurance company, and just general sulking. She was not happy - and hadn’t been, it seems for some time. Why was this? After all, if she wanted to be frank about it, she was one of the best-looking women she knew - and with one of the best bods. I thought women like us were supposed to have all the fun! With rich guys taking us on lavish dates and then marrying us if for no other reason than to @#%$ us and show us off. And when we tire of fooling around on each other, we split and I get a fat, comfortable settlement. Isn’t that how it is suppose to work for women like me?’ Actually, as she thought further, it might have if she hadn’t rejected most of those types of men for being jerks.

The "was it real or was it a dream" argument still ran constantly in her head. A perusal of the papers showed nothing about any UFO sightings, but then she never actually saw any kind of craft either. She just assumed that’s where she was in that blue place.

There was another problem. All her sexually active life, Amanda tended to dwell extensively on the last person she had sex with. It was just little things really: what was he doing now, what did he think of her, what would he think if he saw her now. These were usually pleasant little distractions except that real or not the image that came now was of a weird blue-lit, four-thumbed alien with a trick dick. She had to replace that image, which meant she was going to have to go out and get laid. That shouldn’t be too much of a problem. But as she went through an inventory of ex-boyfriends, she realized there were darn good reasons why they were ex-boyfriends and a romp in the sack with any of them would just complicate to her life. The same went for guys with whom she had turned down dates.

No, what she needed was someone that didn’t know her. She could meet him, @#%$ him, and leave him without a clue. She liked this idea. In fact it appealed to her so much that she had to admit that besides replacing Mr. Blue in her head, she was just plain horny. Unusually so. This occurred to her the second night as she was going to bed. Oddly, masturbation got her nowhere at all. She needed a guy. She needed her tryst with the stranger and then she could get on with her life. OK I’ll take care of it tomorrow.

Tomorrow came pretty darn soon as she woke up at 3:30 am with the image of Mr. Blue and the thought of balling a replacement strong in her head. It would not let her get back to sleep. After a while she stopped trying. Instead she decided to resolve it.

Now.

There was a bar about half way into town that was open 24 hours. In the morning hours, it catered mostly to employees of the nearby hospital and electric power plant coming off the graveyard shift. She would dress to kill, walk into the place, pick out the most appealing guy, take him somewhere and @#%$ his brains out. And then leave. Just like that. She knew she could do it, and she liked the feeling of power it implied. As if she could use her body as this invincible weapon to get what she wanted.

****

She shifted Dean a little to the right. There, now he was getting somewhere. She grasped his hips with both hands aggressively directing his movement. She was controlling it all - what angle he came in from, the pace between thrusts and the force of those thrusts. Another minor adjustment. Yes, this should do it. this should bring on that orgasm she needed. It was strange how she felt that she needed one rather than just desiring one. But that was the case. That need is brought her here in the front seat of this Explorer or Suburban or whatever the hell it was, madly @#%$ some guy she doesn’t even know. Amanda had to have that orgasm and she had to have it now.

Actually it might have gone faster and better had she not been so impatient. She could have taken her dress off giving him better access to her acclaimed breasts, or she could have climbed into the back of this thing, and had a flat surface on which to play. She could have at least removed her panties instead of just shifting them to the side to let this guy’s dick pass by.

Still, no matter. It was about to happen. Each thrust was bringing the feeling a little bit stronger. She tightened her grasp on his hips even more. There was no way she was going to let him try to change something and blow this. Oh boy, Here it comes. Here it comes! What is that buzzing? Never mind, here it comes! Its...its...yes! Yessss! Amanda was surprised how good it was. The usual orgasmic feelings were all there combined with a buzzing feeling inside that felt strange but at the same time somewhat familiar. She could place that feeling if she concentrated on it, but that was out of the question for the moment. Particularly since there was another extra - a head rush coming on strong that it was clearly going to overwhelm her.

Amanda quickly succumbed to the head rush. It came and stayed, almost completely blotting out the outside world around her. Which was a shame because the outside world around her was doing some fascinating things. Unaware of anything but her own satisfaction, Amanda eased from her orgasmic state into a blissful sleep.
 

PART 4

"So here we are!" said the giant Amanda aloud after going back over recent events for a few minutes. Her present situation would seem to resolve the "was it real or just a dream" controversy?effectively enough. True to form, her mind lingered on the latest man she had sex with and she wondered what happened to him.

After a moment? thought, she pressed her right hand into the ground behind her. It sank into the ground as she lifted up her butt, and reached with her left hand to pull out the flattened carcass of the unfortunate Chevrolet Tahoe. The roof was bent back and hanging on the side as though it were the cover to a book. The truck was the book, and a thin one at that. It would have been unrecognizable as the vehicle where she enjoyed her tryst except that pressed against the translucent glass of the shattered windshield was the little bunny sunshade. She picked throughout the flattened interior with her fingernail looking for his (what was his name?) body.

Instead she found her tiny purse. Now this proved a problem. She couldn? just leave it here with her money, ID and credit cars and such, but it was so small there was no way to carry it and her dress had no pockets. She finally devised a way to loop it with her earring. She was glad they grew with her as she wouldn? have had to resort to the other, less sanitary way she thought to carry it.

She resumed the search for her sex partner. She exhausted all possibilities in the truck so she set it down and started rummaging through the building rubble at her side. She was surprised that in addition to not finding Don or Doug or whoever, she did not see any bodies at all; which seemed strange for a collapsed building. Her disappointment made her realize that she was really curious to see a human body, preferably a live one, up close. Fortunately in the last few minutes, crowds of people were forming at respectful distances away from her. Still, after looking around her in both directions, she was surprised not to see more. Behind her, and to the right was a police sub-station, yet she didn? see one uniformed soul. ?ever around when you need one!?she thought to herself. Not that she needed one, but she felt sure that the accumulating people around might think they did. Adjacent to the police station was the local National Guard armory. That looked empty also, but then, it always did.

The closest pople around seemed to be the ones in the street close to her right knee that were trying to peer at her from around the corner of a building. She had to check it out. That was all there was to it. In a quick move she bent forward and brought the fingers of her right hand down before the crowd had time to react. Fingers pointed straight down, she closed them together lightly and quickly pulled up what looked like two bodies. But they squirmed as she lifted them, feeling just like a big live bug such as a grasshopper or the like and it brought about an instinctive reaction causing her to recoil and pull her hand back. She instantly realized her mistake but not before the two bodies fell several stories down upon the rubble. Screams from both the victims and the watching crowd accompanied their fall.

She stared at the motionless bodies in utter disbelief. Blood was pooling up under each one. She nudged each one with her for finger for any sign of life but didn? pick either up.

She had just killed two people. A man and a woman. It didn? seem possible. It didn? seem real. There was no denying the facts, but it just didn? feel like she had killed two real people! "It was just a mistake, a reflex that was all!" she pleaded to her observers. She only wanted to see someone up close; in fact she still wanted to. "I?l prove it!" she added, "I?l be more careful this time." She was surprised at her own resilience but was determined to forge ahead. She reached for the same place but this time the crowd had more time and managed to back out of her line of sight. A deeper bend or a scoot forward on her butt would put them easily in reach, but she decided to try something else first. She curled her fingers outside and back and felt around the corner of the building, sure enough, she felt a warm body pressed against the wall. Closing her fingers slowly she carefully lifted the body and brought it before her eyes feeling proud of her capture technique.

She swung her hand under and released her fingers letting her little person rest on her palm. He was a Hispanic male, or white with dark features - it was hard to tell at such a size. He was in his thirty? in a brown UPS uniform. And he was quite terrified.

"Relax, I am not going to eat you...I? not going to hurt you at all." Her words must have been deafening as he cupped his ears and winced with anguish.

"Pl...pl..please..dd don?" he stammered

She spoke quieter this time, "No really, I just want to look at you, a real person. I have to, just to be sure this is all real."

"You?e v...v...very real!" he seemed to be staring right at her mouth, and she noticed for the first time that he had wet himself - you had to look closely. This momentarily disgusted her as he was in contact with her hand but she decided it wasn? worth worrying about.

"How long have I been here like this?"

"I...I don? know....I was driving my truck and then the road was all messed up with cars.... and people were saying that people were disappearing and we walked down the road to see ...and most everyone was gone.. and then we saw your legs...and there you were! And..."

"OK, OK what time is it?"

Ab..b..bout 9:30

"OK thanks. Now don? be scared, I? going to pick you up again." She actually meant that she was going to pick him up by her fingers again. She figured he wouldn? be the last person she picked up and she wanted to test just how much pressure was right. She didn? want to crush him or anyone else accidentally. He screamed as she brought her fingers around him. Instead of reassuring him again she just ignored it as she hefted him by his chest, turned him upside down, switched fingers and basically just kind of fiddled with him.

She stopped, holding him between her thumb and fore-finger facing her. He was babbling or sobbing or something. "There see? she said, That wasn? so bad. Now if you don? mind, I think I?l eat you!"

"NOOOOO!" he screamed thrusting his hands in front of him. "Just kidding!" she grinned, "See?" And she placed him carefully on a roof top beside her.

?hat was probably a cruel joke?she thought to herself but someone had to bring some levity to this absurd situation and given the circumstances it probably wasn? going to be anyone but her. Then she looked back at the two bodies on the rubble. Her joking only proved how little the reality had set in that she had killed two people just minutes before.

It was time she got up. She drew in both feet, the shoes emphasizing how her clothes had grown right along with her which was curious, It definitely meant that it wasn? something she ate or some other organic process.

Once again, her hands sunk into the ground as she pushed herself up. It was amazing to see the surroundings drop so quickly as she rose. But as she transferred her weight to her right foot, the spike heel plunged into the ground. She wasn? prepared for it, and she fell back to her right straight into a building, which crumbled immediately and acted as a rough-edged cushion. She actually fell through the building and hit parts of the ones next to and behind it causing further damage. The sound was incredible and a huge cloud of dust swirled up and around her causing her to cough a few times.

She wasn? really even bruised. Most of all she felt like a giant klutz. "So much for those" she said kicking off the sandals into the rubble. Getting back to her feet she looked back at the crumbled building and realized it was the same one on which she had placed her little UPS man. ?amn!?and she sifted through rubble looking for a body. She found it; and it was quite dead. "That makes three... @#%$!" she said aloud. The last word was really loud and some nearby windows broke. "Don? tell me, the glass just fell several stories and stabbed some people in the neck!" She didn? want to sound callous or flippant, but how could she take these deaths seriously when they happened so easily and unintentionally?

She stood to her full height for the first time. She was pretty damn tall! How tall? She had no idea; never being particularly good at judging distances. The only known distance like this that she could remotely conjure up was a football field, which was 300 feet. Looking down to her feet, it didn? seemt quite as long as a football field but she wasn? sure. No matter. What did matter however, was where she was going to go. The most obvious calling was the mountains. Those green slopes looked peaceful and very inviting. And that is where she was after all, when this mess started. But before the mountains, was downtown with its many skyscrapers. That could get messy. Everywhere else was just flat urban sprawl going on endlessly until the suburbs give way to farm land. City, river and mountains vs. miles and miles of nothing but miles and miles. Not a tough choice. To the city it was.

Getting there was not going to be easy though. For blocks all around her, the cars in the streets had jammed themselves every which way. It was going to be impossible not to step on them. Oh well, that is what insurance is for.

Speaking of which, where was her car? Looking down by her feet, she saw some familiar taillights poking out of some rubble beneath one of her shoes. She reached down to pick it up which sent the ever increasing crowd nearby into a panic. Extracting the wreckage of her car, she saw it wasn? worth the effort. The rubble had pounded the metal severely and the convertible top was in shreds. She decided to simply finish the job, closing her hand easily squeezing it into a turd shape, flipping it 90 degrees and wadding it up into a ball. Relishing the feeling of power and incredible strength, she squeezed her hand as tight as it would go, and then squeezed some more. Opening her hand, it didn? look much bigger than a normal person? refrigerator. That was fun. And guilt free since it was her car. Of course she now had even a more difficult explanation to her insurance agent. But only if she became normal again. And then that would probably be the least of her problems.

Right now her problem was how to get moving. She figured she could fit her legs between the buildings but avoiding stepping on cars will be impossible. And then there were the people. There were quite a few of them now. Still not as many as one would think but enough to be a problem. They had backed off about a hundred feet since she rose to her feet but that only gave her a few steps. She lined herself up so she was in full view of the crowd in the street pointed towards the city and said in a loud voice, "I? going that way to the city. You need to get out of my way. I don? want to step on anyone!" A sudden shifting and movement of bodies in the crowd told her that they understood and she took her first step.

She managed to position her foot to miss any cars though her foot sunk deep into the road causing cracks to form in all directions from the impact. The next step caught part of a car, there was no choice. It felt like it was made of a combination of tin foil and graham crackers. It felt kind of neat actually. "That? what insurance? for!" she repeated to herself. The people were moving remarkably slow, or at least that is how it appeared from such a height. Them having to wave through the mess of cars was a problem as was the fact that most were running down the road rather than into the buildings on the side. The latter may have been influenced by her accidental building-crashing incident.

At any rate they better move fast because she could be on them in another step and the crowd was too deep to step over. "Come on people please move out of the way!" She lifted her leg and lowered her foot slowly slightly short of the trailing edge of the fleeing crowd. They cleared enough for her to plant it on a pickup truck. Crunch, Boom! The thing exploded under foot but it just felt like a thump under foot. The blast basically directed its energy to the sides. With her other foot feeling some of the heat from the blast but nothing painful. Again, she had to admit that crushing vehicles felt kind of cool. She gave the people time to move further down the road. Next step, a longer wait. People seemed to get very disoriented with her foot approaching them from above. They looked up rather than where they were going, some actually ran from safe into non-safe areas. It cleared finally, and she ended up flattening another car.

She moved on to the next. This was slow going so she moved her foot ahead a little further. People scattered during the foot? decent but it looked like they would all get out in time. Suddenly two people ran right into each other right where the balls of her foot were going to land. People were all around that area so she instinctively brought her foot back where it started. But it was to late, her weight had already been shifted forward and she was going down. There was little to do but bring her hands forward to cushion the impact. She saw too late that between her hands and the road was right where the crowd was its thickest.

Her hands slammed into the crowd, the road, and then just kept going. Her arms shot into the ground until the street surface almost reached her elbows. Her face hung suspended a couple of inches (to her) above a mass of tiny human bodies scrambling on top of one other to get back on their feet. Many were already getting tangled in her hair that draped both sides of the street by her head. The ground between her arms crumbled to form one large hole between her hands a couple of stories deep. It collapsed on the far sides of her arms as well extending past and under the storefronts. On the right was a deep, wide one-story hardware store. With its front pulled down and foundation crumbling, the entire roof gave way and caved in on the patrons and refuge seekers inside. The incredible sound of it was right by Amanda? right ear and she heard the screams of those inside the building add to the din already outside.

To get up, she brought her left knee up for support. It came down on something soft, which squealed in harmony and then crunched - undoubtedly more human victims. Her knee continued to crunch into the road as she tried to pull her hands up out of the holes they created. Pulling them up created more instability which lead to the collapsing of the three story storefront building on her left. More screams. Sitting up on her knees, she looked at the wreckage and dust cloud of the building; then she looked at her hands. A more gory mess she could not imagine. Palms, fingers and thumbs were a thick mosaic of blood, flesh, clothes and chunks of road. Some bodies were in one piece, some not, with some key pieces having been left in the crater. Having busted through a water main, the crater was filling up with water with several bodies and body parts floating in it

Amanda ended her official death count then and there. Tears started to well up in her eyes and a hollow feeling was forming inside her gut. I tried to save two people and this happens - a massacre. Thinking of those two klutzes, her sorrow gave way to anger. Where are those two idiots! They?e the ones who should be smashed! She looked back behind her to see more bodies laid out around the crushed cars where her legs hit the ground. The two could well have been among those bodies. She looked back at the former buildings to her left and right. Could she use her strength to help these people? The feeling in her stomach became momentarily calm. A counter-rationalization came: But they were so little and she was so big. She would probably just do more damage trying to help. She returned to being angry at the two clumsy idiots. She blamed them for this. "Stupid fools!" She argued aloud at them. "A foot the size of a truck coming slowly down on top of you and you can? figure out how to get out of the way? Look what you?e done! And the rest of you are no help. Scurrying down the road as if you can outrun me! Why didn? you just duck into a building or something! I? walking down the road, not smashing buildings! But no, you run down the road where my foot, or hands or something is sure to find you; and then you blame me! Well I blame you! You deserved to die!" Stone-faced, Amanda turned her eyes from the buildings and her ears from the cries for help. Slowly she dipped her palms into the half-filled crater of water and washed them off.

She didn? really believe her last statement but she let it hang out there anyway. It helped her to feel angry. The anger, of course, was just a defense mechanism; guarding against the more natural emotions, sympathy and horror. Because deep down she knew if she felt sympathy for these dead and dying, she would be in danger. Sympathy would mean coming to grips with the fact that each of these tiny mangled bodies was that of a real person, with a childhood behind them, hopes and dreams for the future before them, and a family that loves them and will grieve for them. To know that she caused such an end to dozens maybe even a hundred or so people or more would mean the end of her sanity. Helping the people in the store meant an intense witnessing of what she had done. Finding the dead and suffering? Looking at the permanently mangled? No, she couldn? live on with that on her conscience and probably would want to kill herself; if she could even find a way to do it. Otherwise, the city would have a 200 foot basket case on its hands.

So she found a way to get angry as protection against all that and she looked for ways to nurture that anger. The problem was that Amanda was basically a sympathetic person, she didn? want to hurt people and knew she should feel bad for what happened. A battle was brewing in her mind. The brain cells were choosing sides. For now the angry side had the upper hand.

Standing to her full height, hands on her hips she looked down at the people still in the streets. In the distance she heard sirens. About time! She never could figure out that abandoned looking police station. She addressed the crowd: "All right people, listen up! I didn? want that to happen. It happened because a couple of you didn? get out of my way and made me fall. That? not going to happen again. I don? want to kill anyone but I am walking to the mountains so I? advise you to get the hell out of my way! You can see me a hell of a lot better than I can see you. I? giving you ten seconds to clear these streets and then I? going. If you are where my foot is going, that? just too damn bad!"

She counted to her self as she watched the people scatter to the sidewalks and where they could, into buildings. "There, that wasn? so hard was it? she said to the cleared street. She spoke to them as though they were children." It seemed appropriate somehow.

She enjoyed several unencumbered steps. Each landing of a foot made a booming sound that rattled the buildings around her. The sound was accompanied by the crackling of concrete as each foot sunk well into the pavement leaving behind impressively deep foot prints with cracks spidering out in all directions. She still had to step on the occasional car but they were not nearly so erratic as they were. She had walked beyond the final perimeter of the flesh transformation field. Of course she was unaware that any such field had existed and that more than a thousand people gave their lives to her, almost literally, before she even opened her eyes. She did wonder though about all the loose clothes blowing around.

There were more people around now. Looking out their windows, peering from rooftops until she got close, and they were lined thicker against the sides of the buildings. Then the road dog-legged to the left as did basically the whole street grid. She was going to continue to follow this street as it was still pointed towards the city and it was a main business thorough-fare in this outer part of town. That made it as wide as they get around here and she needed all the width she could get.

Unfortunately when she rounded the corner, the street scene changed completely. Not having watched her come down the street, they hadn? cleared from it. Most of the cars had drivers and the sidewalks were full of people. Many behaved as though they hadn? seen her or even expected her. It was her first time to really see such a reaction and it amused her. Still it was time for them to get a move on. "Get out of your cars and get out of the street. I? walking though here. I don? want to hurt you, but if you are in my way, I will not avoid stepping on you.! She waited ten seconds again and watched the pandemonium. People clogged the sidewalks trying to stuff themselves in doorways so she was careful to keep her feet in the street hoping that all the occupants of the cars removed themselves as she had no choice but to step on a lot of them.

As she was about to step into the first intersection when someone leaped out of their car and right under her approaching foot. She glimpsed the action and almost hesitated her step, but in an instant, reminded herself not to and continued. In less than a second she heard his scream, felt his body knocked over by the balls of her feet and felt the slight pressure of his body under her arch and then a soft crunching feeling before the familiar general crunching of the pavement. Through it she kept her face stone cold and looking straight ahead. This was her first avoidable killing. She had to keep her resolve and she did. She reminded herself of this to block any feelings of regret. It was working. In fact, if she had to admit it, there was something kind of neat about how it felt. It had an element of justice to it. The man was an idiot and she snuffed him right at the height of his idiocy. Nope, no regret at all.

Of course her little act of justice was witnessed by many and it was registered at least from the women in the different tone of their screams. She felt like she should say something. "Please do not get in my way, I mean it!" There; a polite little plea from the deadly powerful giant, with a slight added hint of menace. Another block passed by without incident until someone started shooting at her. She felt stings on her calves and thighs and then one on her neck. She didn? feel any though her dress. All it did was hurt, but it hurt a lot, like being repeatedly pricked with a needle. She couldn? see where it was coming from. "Whoever is shooting, stop now!" Another shot and another sting all the way up to the underside of her chin. "OK, new rule. Whoever shoots at me gets killed; simple as that!" This seemed fair.

Two more shots rang out. No stings. She might have felt something below her left breasts but she wasn? sure. But she saw where the shots came from. Little flashes of light by a doorway in front of a liqueur store to the left. She bent down, curled her fingers to the outside and grabbed the body before he barely had a chance to move. Holding him relatively tightly she raised back up and opened her fingers up to look at him. He still had his rifle and he actually grabbed as if to aim and shoot again. She stopped that with a simple press of her thumb and then picked out the gun with her right hand. He continued to squirm under her thumb.

"You stupid jerk, you could have done nothing and I would have walked on by. Now you have to be made an example of!" She bent her closed fingers and pushed him into the trough of her palm with the knuckle of her thumb. She then held him high above her head. He was screaming and kicking his legs. Good, she wanted him to be seen and heard. "I repeat people, do not shoot at me or else!".... She pressed the back of her thumb against his body. He screamed until he ran out of air. She slowly, effortlessly kept pressing feeling multiple bones snap until his torso felt like a rubbery blob. She rubbed her knuckle a couple of times for good measure and then opened her hand letting the mangled body fall a couple hundred feet onto the middle of the street.

"Remember, stay out of my way and don? shoot at me, and you?e safe!" While she sounded authoritative on the outside, inside something else was happening. She felt some kind of rush when she squeezed that man to death. There was something about the absolute power it implied. It was almost sensual though she didn? want to admit that even to her self. That would be sick. Still, there was an undeniable buzz from the action. She wondered (wistfully?) if anyone else might shoot at her.

The answer may come soon as she could see the flashing red and blue lights of police cars ahead a few blocks. The two blocks before them was cleared of people and as many cars as possible. Amanda advanced on with interest. It was about time they showed up! This was a Hispanic part of town; they probably didn? want to mess with her in the yuppie part of town she just walked from.

They weren? completely ready yet, and as she walked, she could see several cars and people shuffling into their positions. From her high vantage point she could see that they were stretching themselves down the cross street to block two intersections to the left and right as well, though they were most heavily concentrated directly ahead. She could easily walk around the whole thing but Amanda saw no reason to divert from her chosen path. The intersection they staged at was at the center of the neighborhood business district. At the two near corners were two bank buildings. At five and six stories apiece they were the tallest buildings she had encountered yet, though she still towered above them.

She slowed when she was about a block away. The road was blocked from side to side with police cars and vans. She couldn? help but be amused at the site of the two inch high road block . Men were lined up behind the cars, and of course they all had rifles pointed at her. About ten yards ahead of them stood one lone uniformed man with a bullhorn. "Please stop where you are!" came the slightly mechanized sound from the man and his device. Since he said "please" she decided to stop. She was going to anyway, carrying on a conversation any closer would have been a neck strain for both of them. Relieved at the result, the man went on, "You are to stay where you are. If you come any closer, we will open fire. I repeat, you are to stay right where you are!"

Well he didn? stay polite for long, did he? Meanwhile a darker part of her psyche was itching to get shot at so she could inflict the appropriate punishment. She bellowed her reply: "First, I have no intention on just sitting here while you figure out some way to kill me. Second, everyone who shoots at me, dies. If nobody shoots at me, nobody dies, got that? And third, you look about two inches tall. How can I possibly take you seriously?" A few giggles escaped with that last part.

She was going to let him reply before she moved on. Meanwhile, maybe a show of strength to bide her time. She kneeled down and picked up with one hand, the biggest of the five or six vehicles still parked on the block, a Ford Explorer. Like the other cars she handled, it was getting battered just from being picked up. She casually turned it over from one hand to the other as glass broke and metal bent. She knew she had the rank-in-file in awe. To drive the point home, she looped her pinkie finger around the vehicle? rear-most window pillar let the whole vehicle dangle from it.

After a few seconds came the reply, "I must warn you again not to walk any further. These are powerful weapons and they will hurt you. Put the truck down and stay where you are!"

How quickly this had become tedious. "No can do, sorry!" was her simple reply and she started walking forward. Megaphone man gave the order. Only a few guns fired at first, but then they all roared. Amanda felt the stings all over her legs, arms, and neck though only a few stings through her dress. The stings were annoying enough to discourage her from going forward though she could if she wanted to. With one hand blocking her face she threw the Explorer with the other, but she threw it too far and it landed well behind the blockade. Next she kicked two parked cars in front of her. They exploded into pieces sending a shower of car parts into the cop line. That injured a few but it certainly did not have the impact she was looking for. Then, looking over one of the stores, she saw an 18-wheeler backed up in a loading dock. She reached over and grabbed it with one hand. It felt pretty full, so complete with the tractor dangling at one end, she bent over and bowled it down the street. The truck rolled and tumbled its way straight into the blockade. It smashed into the police cars, the cars smashed into the line of men, fires broke out, and the whole mess spread itself out for another 20 yards.

Needless to say the shooting stopped and Amanda moved forward ready to give her own personal attention to the survivors. But then shooting erupted again and it was hitting her in the face. It was coming from the tops of the building on the right. She didn? even slow her pace this time, and with a few more steps, took her right hand and swept it down skimming the rooftop and across the entire line of snipers. With great satisfaction, she watched the five limp blue figures fly out over a city block before impacting the street and various buildings. Four more shots turned her attention to the other building. At first she couldn? find them, but then she saw two little gun barrels sticking out of a partially opened door on the elevator shack. If they thought that was protective cover, they were badly mistaken. She quickly demonstrated how badly by sweeping her left palm right into the side of the shack, wiping it clean off the roof and sending all flying.

She was now basically standing over where the blockade had been and her adrenaline was up. Looking down she saw two able-bodied cops about thirty feet from each other who had been tending some injured cops lying about the intersection. Now their attention was riveted by the site of the giant glaring down at them. She bent over towards them and as she did, each made the mistake of going for their guns. Reaching out with both her hands, the palms received the particularly sharp sting of the shots before each hand had its man. Again, Amanda rose and held both captives high above her head, each suspended between a thumb and a fore-finger.

She pressed slowly this time feeling one crack at a time seeing how many cracks would occur before their anguished screaming ceased. Her fingers didn? stop until they essentially came together with just flat bloody planes of flesh and cloth in between. Dropping each of the mangled bodies into her palms, she then slammed her hands together with a furious thunder clap that vibrated windows for blocks. Opening her hands revealed one clump of cop meat falling unceremoniously to the ground. "I said don? shoot at me and I meant it!" ,she forcefully reminded to anyone well enough to listen.

One cop car that had been at the far left of the blockade was basically left unscathed. She couldn? have that, so with an exaggerated movement she brought her left foot up high and stomped down hard. At this point she hadn? actually stomped on a car this hard before and it turned out to be a new experience. While it didn? technically explode, the fuel tank burst open shooting fuel out from both sides of the car far enough to contact one of the existing fires which came back and engulfed the car and the surrounding area quick enough as to seem like an explosion. Amanda jumped back and avoided being burnt though her foot had definitely felt the heat. Two or three bodies that had been on the ground however, were now buried in flames.

Amanda declared the battle a decisive win. Looking down the next block she saw flames and thick black smoke bellowing from several police cars, the truck, and a scattering of tires which is what the truck had been carrying. The truck/tire fire was too hot and the smoke too thick for her to reach and crush any of the injured or others lying on the ground. That? OK, she really didn? have any interest in killing injured people anyhow.

Shots rang out again and stings hit her right arm. Looking over she saw the police that had been blocking the next intersection on the right, fire off a couple of more shots and then duck in their vehicles and take off. ?od how childish!?she thought, and she wasn? going to let them get away with it. She started taking long walking steps toward the pests and noticed that while two of the cars got a clean start, a third had to turn around first and was thus lagging behind. Her obvious first victim.

The car was about to out-run her walking pace so Amanda broke into a trot. Her feet plunged deep into the street surface with each step. It slowed her pace a little as if she were running in sand. The heavy bounce of her breasts reminded her why the sport bra was invented why she she owned several. Still, after a few steps, she easily caught up with the police car and she aimed her right foot to land its heel on the car as it was still moving at full speed. The car was crushed instantly and pieces flew from the screeching carcass it as it dug forward into the street like a skate that had just lost its wheels. She paused to admire her handiwork for a moment before setting out for the other two cars. But they had turned right to separate cross streets and approaching her was another convoy of police vehicles coming down the middle of the road. There were two standard cruisers, a big semi, something she couldn? make out behind the semi, and more cruisers. Amanda took a step or two forward wondering what they were up to. Her mind had shifted to a mode where all police were her enemy, not just those shooting at her.

A little less than two blocks away, the semi suddenly veered to her right revealing a tank-like vehicle in blue and white police colors. No sooner did she register what it was, when she saw a flash from the cannon barrel. Dropping quickly into a crouch she was able move her upper body over a hundred feet in just a second which was quick enough to be missed by the rocket which soared past overhead. Amanda turned her head just in time to see rocket arch down and slam into the side of the 6-story bank building at the corner of the blockade intersection. The explosion blew off much of the building? upper -right quarter and simply added to the flames and smoke already in the area. ?an? blame that one on me?Amanda thought briefly as she turned her attention back towards the tank. It was still approaching and was now lowering it? aim. The surrounding area consisted mostly of light industry and warehouses. There was no cover as nothing was really above 3-stories tall.

Another flash and Amanda threw her body to the right and actually felt the heat of the rocket flame on her left shoulder as it whizzed by her. The tank? approach was shortening her available response time. Another explosion thundered somewhere behind her but obviously the real victim this time was the flattened building and employees of the bottled water processing plant and whatever was next to it, that her body crashed into. Not wasting time, Amanda bent forward and swept her arms together on the parking lot gathering as many cars as she could hold with both hands together and threw them at the tank. It was a scatter shot with the eight or nine cars landing all over the road, one or two right in the tank? path. Amanda quickly grabbed another two vehicles with her left hand including a water truck and threw them. The truck landed on top of the car in the tank? path to form a temporary barrier.

The vehicle was built to be used as a battering ram so plowing through the lump of vehicles didn? prove much of a problem though the ground shook violently as it did. The crew inside was a little shaken at seeing such a barrage of machinery hurled at them with such ease. When their view was cleared. Their target was gone. The spotter flew open the top hatch for a better view but found her before he even looked out. The view up through the hatch revealed twin brown towers of legs on each side leading to the thin black bulge of her panty-covered crotch. The body above was rotating forward slightly. He managed to yell "She? right on top of..." when a monstrous hand blocked his view and then shook the tank with its grasp.

It had taken only three flying leaps to bring her right up to her pesky nemesis after her last vehicle toss and now she held the prize upside-down in her left hand. Its heft and sturdiness felt refreshing compared to all those pathetic crumbling cars. She pulled it closer to look through the little open hatch but then realized that the barrel was now pointed to her right shoulder and had the crew been on top of things and fired, it might have ended everything. She turned the barrel away and then bent it almost into a ??with her right hand. Then for good measure she shook the tank violently as if it were a can of spray paint, effectively killing all the crew and pounding their bodies into pulp. A half a block away, the rest of the police from the convoy were mindlessly shooting at her again. She turned and shouted at them "Stupid peons, is that all you know how to do?" She started toward them and they all dove into their respective vehicles. "Haven? you figured out that shooting won? kill me? It just, pisses me off!" At the word "pisses" she threw the tank into the police vehicles with all her might. A huge explosion resulted and debris shot out everywhere, some of it peppering her lower legs. Whether the blast was from the explosives in the tank, gas tanks of the cars, or some combination she didn? know. No one was alive in any of the charred vehicles, that much was certain.

She was right about being pissed off. She turned her head back and forth looking for more adversaries. Her adrenaline was up, she was ready to fight, but all she saw were cars and people running away. She wanted to run up and stomp on all of them just to vent her rage but she controlled herself. Instead she turned and headed for downtown again. She was not so nice about it either. Before she would have walked down the street and turned left at the next intersection. Now she just cut across with her feet plunging into the warehouses and low-rise offices. It was a fairly satisfying way to vent anger.

PART 5

It was hard to care about stepping on people now. There she was, trying to walk through the streets with a minimum of fuss and because these pea-brained, peas-sized urchins feel they have to shoot at anything that scares them, she had no choice but to go on a killing spree. They had been working hard trying to kill her too. If she had stayed in front of that blockade like they wanted, that tank would have wheeled up and hit her point-blank. And when she didn? stay there for the tank, they led her to it. They wanted to kill her, so she killed them instead. It was hard to feel bad about that.

Walking down the street she still vaguely tried not to step on people but vehicles were fair game. It still fascinated her how easily they collapsed under her feet with no pain despite the glass and torn metal and what-not. Her feet seemed to be on the lookout for other things to crush to just to compare feelings. Mail boxes, light poles, dumpsters were all brief, minor forms of entertainment. Pretty minor though.

Looking up she saw the main freeway heading into town, about a mile to her right. Following its path her eyes stopped and locked on a particular set of buildings a little ways this side of downtown by the edge of the freeway, just past a bridge going over a small creek. Her focus was on one building in particular. There was nothing particularly special about the building itself. It was just a square six story office building of beige stucco and a checker-board of dark tinted windows sitting in an office park with three other buildings similar to it. As seen from the freeway, building, "One" was front-left. Building "Two" to the right was one similar only it was eight stories. Back, behind"Two" was "Three" a ten story building and then over to the left, behind the first building was "Four" completing the progression at twelve stories. Though each individual building was unremarkable, the spiral effect of the four was hard to miss. The office park was in a boxed-in piece of land with the creek running along the right, the raised freeway on the near side, an almost verticle hill was on the left with a large condo complex perched on the bluff. A divided boulevard ran between the hill and the office park and under the freeway overpass. On the far side was a patch of undeveloped land that was thick with trees.

Building "One" was where she had her last office job. Where her promising career began and ended. It was home to Payne & Keller Market Research. She had started as a receptionist, but before long was promoted to an Administrative Assistant position for an Account Supervisor. Michael was nice to her and soon they started dating covertly. He was married but soon to be separated. Before long, she was promoted to Account Executive in his department. The promotion skipped a whole position in the hierarchy and this upset a lot of people, particularly the large cadre of older women clerks. They didn? like her rapid advancement, her sexy clothes, or her rapport with the department head. She would have liked to tell them to all go fly a kite but unfortunately, she had to work with them and depended on them for information.

Than Michael started backing out of his separation plans and suddenly Amanda was just so much excess baggage. Still, she worked hard on her job, which at the time included preparing a big presentation for Michael to give at an industry convention. It was important, and the others seemed to be more helpful to her. Or so it seemed until she gave the presentation internally before the department and other company executives and it was found to have been spiked with bad information. Those old hags had set her up. She was humiliated on the spot and fired by Michael the next day. The hags then went so far as to spread the word throughout the filed and she couldn? find another job anywhere. Gone was her nice salary, gone were her benefits including the medical coverage her mother would soon need. And they got away with it! They were all still working there and she wasn?.

And that damn building! It stood out there by the freeway where she couldn? miss it when she was driving by, always reminding her of her plight. Every time she went into town, she had to endure the building standing there mocking her. Well fate had given her the ability to do something about it. She wasn? about to pass it up.

With a sense of purpose she hadn? felt since this thing began, she walked straight for the building. Streets were ignored again as she plunged her feet into whatever was in the way. It turned residential for several blocks leading close to the freeway and she did try to avoid the houses for their front and back yards, and garages. These were mostly post World War II bungalows like her own with the garages in their back yards. She didn? mind stepping on the garages, in fact she delighted in the way the wood blasted away under her feet. ?t?l give 'em something to tell their grandchildren about." she started saying to herself.

Another source of amusement was watching the freeway at her approach. Traffic would normally have been fairly light at this mid-morning but now the lanes were lined with accidents as drivers watched her instead of each other. And those that were moving were bashing each other with great regularity as she approached. She figured this could be a source of great fun (What kind of fun? her somewhat revived conscience asked) but she was also very close to the building on the other side. Her focus back, she approached the freeway. Folks had already been fleeing their cars up and down the freeway but now there was a mad scatter of people near her point of impact which was an overpass for the boulevard along side the office park.

Amanda didn? even slow as she nonchalantly plowed her legs through all six lanes of the overpass. About ten to twenty cars fell to the ground amid a mess of concrete and metal rebar. A few scuff-marks on her lower legs were all the evidence Amanda? legs displayed of the devastation.

Amanda made her way through the large parking lot, generally stepping in the lanes between the parked cars. The asphalt was soft and warm under her feet and left behind remarkably contoured footprints. She stopped half way to regard the offensive building. It was so small, reminding Amanda just how big she was. After she first saw the building, she imagined herself standing along side it, bending slightly to peer in the windows and terrifying her former coworkers who occupied the top three floors. But in reality the building didn? even reach as high as her crotch and its main face towards her was the unfamiliar roof rather than its annoying familiar checkerboard side. This was easily solved by sitting on her haunches, thiough that didn? give her the feeling of power and dominance she had standing up.

Still, it was satisfying to see all those terrified faces behind the windows. At least she assumed they were terrified, the dark tint obscured facial expressions. Nearly every window was filled with people. Most stood back against the inner walls of the offices but few left the rooms. She traced the lineup of 5th. floor windows with her fingers barely touching them, until she came to the window of her former office. She adjusted her stance to center herself before the window. The balls of her feet sank deep into the asphalt until her raised heels were supported by the surface. There were three people in her office, but she couldn? see who they were. No problem!. With the fingers of her left hand she tried to strike a balance between gently breaking the windows and not giving anyone time to get out through the door. It worked, as the three women spent more energy screaming than fleeing.

She managed to trap two of the three bodies between her index and forefinger. Mindful about the pressure she was applying, she pulled them out and dropped them on her right palm. She couldn? recognize them at first, they were so small the details of the faces were just hard to make out. One thing that wasn? small was their mouths, wide open and screaming. "Shut up!" she commanded and with satisfying quickness they obeyed. Pulling them closer she recognized one with red hair as Alissa Knight and the other, a black woman as Tracy...something.

This was the first time as a giant that she dealt with someone she actually knew. It was amazing how little of what the person was, translated to this new perspective and how...less human they seemed. "OK which one of you now has my office?" Both of them stammered. "The office you were in, whose is it?"

" It? mine, It? my office." said Alissa.

AND DO YOU HAVE MY OLD JOB AS WELL?

You...Your j...? Your...?

"I? AMANDA LARKIN. IN THE FLESH, A WHOLE LOT OF IT AS YOU CAN SEE. THE AMANDA LARKIN YOU BITCHES SET UP AND GOT FIRED! "

It hadn? occurred to her that they wouldn? recognize her.

"HEAR THAT EVERYONE? THIS IS AMANDA LARKIN HERE TO TASTE REVENGE! EVERYONE FEEL GOOD ABOUT THEMSELVES?"

Alissa was still trying to speak, "I didn?...it wasn? me... I never,"

"THAT? OK I? NOT GOING TO HURT YOU." Amanda lowered her palm and let the women crawl off. "I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR OFFICE ALISSA. HERE, WANT ANYTHING FROM IT?" And her finger was back in the office pulling all the furniture out and letting it drop five stories. Truth be known, Alissa was one of the better ones, how ironic that she got the job; and Tracy she barely even knew. It reminded her that there were a lot of people that didn? deserved to be crushed with this building. That was her goal after all, was to bring down the building. But there were some people who did deserve it and she wanted to reach in there and find them, crush them in her bare hands while everyone watched. Her conscience got the upper hand, for the moment. "OK PEOPLE LISTEN TO THIS. YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO GET OUT OF THIS BUILDING, AFTER THAT, WELL TOUGH @#%$! YOU HEAR ME? "

She had in mind to stay squatted there and wait for some of her less favorite coworkers. She soon realized that probably no one was going to come out that door with her truck -sized feet nearby, so she stood up and backed away wondering what she was going to do for five minutes.

She crossed the parking lot smashing at least one car she recognized and went over to Building Two. It was eight-stories tall and without giving it much thought, she turned to watch the fleeing crowd and leaned an upper thigh on the building? edge. An immediate reaction from the building in the form of creaks groans and pieces shattering upon contact, told her this was not a good resting place. ?hat? the problem with being a giant? she thought, ?o decent place to sit down? She removed herself from the building and turned to survey the damage. What she noticed however, was a man coming out of the access panel on to the roof...stark naked! Being approached by anyone in this situation, was strange enough, but this? He looked about forty-something with curly blond hair, a bald spot, and a hard-on. Amanda was quite amused. "WELL HELLO, CAN I HELP YOU?" She couldn? quite make out all his words "You?e... fantastic...I...dreamed...I...yours..." He flinched only a little when she reached down to pick him up. She held him with her thumb and fore-finger on the sides of his torso, his arms out over her digits and his little pecker pointed right at her face. With a fingernail from her left hand, she flipped his little boner up and down marveling at its minute but still perceptible resistance.

That? when it dawned on her, the whole erotic nature of this circumstance. Up until now her thoughts had just been about size, strength, and power. To crush or not to crush. She was beginning to think of herself as a clean-shaven King Kong. She hadn? even given a thought to the sexual side of this. But as this man proved it was certainly there. In fact, it was completely there. After all, here she was, in her most dangerous dress wrapped tightly around a body ... well a body men paid dearly to see. All those men she walked over, were looking up at her naughtily slim black panties and the under side of her ass! How many had lusted for her while they feared her? And her tits! Oh God can? forget about her tits! She was starting to get a tingle between her legs just thinking about it. She was no monster, by God she was a giant walking sex object! Sex as power personified in an overwhelming scale. She wasn? a giant, she was a Giantess! The ultimate Amazon!

Amanda had long been able to use the startling proportions of her body to intimidate and if needed, manipulate, but now! Just think of the possibilities! A whole new dimension to her rather unique situation had been opened up, and she owed it all to this funny little naked man and his hard-on.

She turned her attention back to him. "YOU DON? KNOW WHAT YOU?E DONE FOR ME, THANK YOU!" If he were bigger she? swear she? give him a blow job right on the spot. Maybe this will do. She brought his body to her lips and carefully kissed his penis, or rather his whole body with the little penis in the middle. Slowly then, her tongue came out.

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A few minutes ago?
Karl didn? know what they were talking about when he heard people exclaiming in the hall about some giant woman. But when he walked across the office suite to and looked out of Jan? office window, he couldn? believe it. He had been fascinated by the idea of rampaging giantesses for most of his life. But there, clear as day was a real one. In a sexy dress even. His fantasies always had them bursting out of their clothes naked but this was damn close. She was about a mile or two away thrashing about and throwing cars!. Perfect! Then even more perfect, she started coming this way. When she burst through the freeway and stopped at the next-door building, it was too much. If the view was from his own office, he would probably have been whacking away by now. That? when he made his decision. He couldn? let her just pass him by. He had to be with her. To hell with anything else in his life! It? all changed now.

Lots of people were scared, and when he got to the stairwell, many were running down like there was a fire. It was like swimming upstream to go up. By the time he got to the top floor, he had already decided to take his clothes off. But he might chicken out outside so he removed everything at the top of the stairs. That? when the building shook and groaned like it was going to fall over. She was right here! Nothing could possibly compare to the moment when he came out of the door to find her right there towering above the roof and staring right at him! Nothing! , that is except for all the moments that followed.

Now her was in her hand like a dream come true she had fiddled with his penis and than spoke word of gratitude! She was thanking him!?! Clearly she was a pure Goddess, beautiful beyond compare. He regretted being too excited to able to speak to her coherently as well as first reacting in fear when she reached for him. He swore he wouldn? do it again, and was instantly rewarded when she actually stroked his penis with a finger the size of his whole body! It just kept getting better. Her face lit up and after a few moments she thanked him! He didn? know for what, but then she brought him to her mouth. The fleeting thought that she might eat him didn? seem to bother much but then it was better than that. She kissed him! Her thick lips covered him from knees to neck. And when it couldn? get any better than that, her tongue, a massive red beast capable of sweeping him away with one twitch, parted her lips and fiddled with his hard-on while her warm breath blasted around him. He didn? know how he kept from coming except that he was just so overwhelmed, maybe he just couldn?. Then she pulled him back. He was so aroused, he badly wanted to jack off but her massive thumb and finger was blocking his arm movement. Good thing actually it wouldn? have been too respectful.

After a moment, she said "I BET I KNOW WHAT YOU? LIKE!" and down he went towards that magnificent valley of flesh he had seen from the window and been trying to steal glances of since. Landing on the breast was everything he dreamed of. Warm, soft, and bouncy. She pulled the edge of her dress forward. Oh boy. It was obvious what she wanted him to do, and he wanted to do it, but there was just an instinctive hesitation toward sliding down such a slope while you?e over a hundred feet in the air. But he had to obey her so... he forced himself to go. It was so amazing to slide down that smooth warm flesh and catch her marvelously huge nipple between his legs. The dress fabric came back, pressing him in place and casting a blue tint to everything. And than her hand came from behind the dress and forced him deeper into the flesh. She pumped him two more times like that and just when it was too much, she stopped.

It had to be pure perfection. The breast was like some wild animal that he had to tame. He add no idea what was going on beyond the breast, what the Giantess was doing. The breast was his world now. It heaved up and down, and side to side, and clasping his legs around the wonderful feeling nipple, he road it all the way. He buried his penis into a crevice in the nipple and started humping. He had to. More and more the breast bucked, jiggled and swayed and he kept humping. Suddenly there was a whoosh of downward movement and he was tilted back ninety degrees. His back fell to the fabric though his legs still held tight. The dress loosened a little at it? top and for the first time he saw the whole thing. The whole giant tit. It was absolutely incredible: A golden orb the size of a two car garage bearing down on him yet not crushing him. It was alive, commanding, and he was its servant. It was important to treat it right. Allowing himself to slide back slightly, he stuck his penis right in the nipple? center, and it accepted him. Grasping each side of the big red mound he pumped vigorously. He was pleasing his Goddess, he knew. And she would be pleased with him. She would keep him forever to serve her. He was suddenly whooshed up ninety degrees again, the fabric pressed him deep into her until finally "Wahhhhhhhhhh!" he came and the hungry nipple took it all

He pumped a few last times and then struggled up to straddle the nipple with his legs again before he collapsed, face against the aureole. But the breast hadn? stopped with him. It kept bouncing; it wouldn? let him relax. He felt weak; too weak to hold on. The movements were starting to feel jarring. Now the dress didn? seem to hold him as tightly as he thought at first. What if he fell off? He would slide down be between her dress and her stomach. It might tickle or anger her and she would slap him flat! Or the dress might not hold him, and he would slide down, out of the dress and a hundred feet or so to the ground. He realized that for the first time, he was scared. The colossal breast heaved violently some more, and Karl clung on for dear life.

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Amanda delighted in the fact that she could actually feel the little man's tiny little @#%$ with her tongue. She fiddled with it approximating a blow job as best as she could, alternating between pushing the little rod up from the bottom and pulling it down with the tip of her tongues underside. She wondered if she could capture it between her lips. Doubtful, but she was about to try when something captured her attention The people in "1" were running to their cars and leaving. A reasonable enough action to expect, but it was not in her plans. She wanted them out of the building but she also wanted them to watch her bring it down. She pulled the man from her mouth. Hmm... what to do with her little friend? Just below him the sun was gleaming off the exposed tops of her breasts. Of course! She mentioned she had something planned for him and set his little body carefully on her right breast. He would never be able to stay there so she pulled the edge of her dress out where it was visible clear down to her nipple and urged him in. His slide down and leg clamp of her nipple was a startling tickling sensation and her right hand instinctively cupped her breast and rubbed slightly. She stopped afraid she might crush him. It was time to turn her attention to her fleeing guests.

Her devastation of the overpass meant that the only way away from the office park was on Gulfgate Road heading away from the freeway. She walked diagonally across the office park past Building 4 to head off the cars. A few got past but everything came to a screeching halt as Amanda? bare feet entered the road and she stood facing the line of cars.

" I didn? say you could go!, NOW TURN AROUND GO BACK AND STAY OUT OF YOUR CARS."

She didn? know why she made the last request except that she liked the idea of a lot of people from her office standing around watching her. The road surface was sagging and cracking under her weight, just like every other surface she had been on today. She lifted up her left foot and slammed it down, blasting the surface and sinking her foot clear to her ankles. She repeated this until she had a trench wide and deep enough to bury any car. It stretched across the road to the thick of trees lining both sides. Then, just in case some of those SUV owners got any ideas, she bent down and reached for the first few cars before her. Aware of her sexual presence now she made sure she bent low and took her time making sure all got a good glimpse of her incredible cleavage. Each car she grabbed was disabled by her bending or breaking off the wheels and then placed end to end on the far side of the ditch. Only a couple of the cars were still occupied, the others having been abandoned during her stomp-fest.

She stood back up and faced the rest of the cars with satisfaction feeling very powerful and dominating. A couple of the cars were in the midst of three-point turns trying to turn around. She playfully helped them nudging them around with her toes knowing that this completely terrified them. She didn? know why she suddenly delighted in scaring these people, but the feeling was real. Maybe the fact that they came from the building?made it all right.

She walked down the grassy median between the parking lot and the road surveying the retreat. Walking past Building 4, which came closer to her height, she smiled at the human figures lining the windows and with a wave and an innocent smile said "Hi! My name is Amanda! How are you doing? I? doing great! I? having a big day." and gave them a little happy dance.

Walking back to her own building, people were still coming out the doors. "BETTER HURRY UP FOLKS!" Then she looked out across the lot. Still too many people in their cars?she thought as she walked around to the front of the building. Then it dawned on her, wasn? that a black Saab among those cars.?

She looked back again searched out the line and found it. Michael? car! She wanted to catch him by surprise so she covered the distance in two flying leaps. She aimed to land right next to the Saab and she stiffened her legs before landing so as to make a maximum impression both in Michael? mind and in the ground. The sound of the impact was deafening, even for her. No one standing outside was left on their feet. Her feet sank past ankle deep in the tarmac and a huge crater formed. Michael? car and a few other slid down the depression to her toes while the buckling of the surface lopped two vehicles on their side. A whole new round of screaming erupted but she was pretty used to that now and able to tune it out. Michael was as stunned by the action as everyone else. By the time he realized it was all for his benefit ,it was too late. Fingers descended to blocked his view to the left as did one large thumb to his right.

Again the sheet metal caved and crinkled beneath her fingers and she liked it this time knowing what it must sound like to her unfortunate ex-lover. He foolishly tried to gun the car. She stopped the one spinning front wheel with her thumb and broke it off and then broke off the other as well. She then picked out the exhaust pipe with her fingernail, because the damn things could get hot. The unmuffled engine roared unpleasantly so she pressed a thumb down on the engine until it coughed and stopped and then rested the car on her right palm. No good, she could barely see him through the windows, Tightening on the car with her right hand, she smashed her thumb through the passenger window and peeled the roof completely off and let it fall to the ground. She glared down at Michael who was covered in shattered glass granules and holding his hands up as if to block something. Amazingly enough, he was belted in his seat. Michael always was good about seatbelts.

"Here Michael, let me clean you up." And she turned the car upside down and lightly shook it. The falling glass crystals making it look a bit like a salt shaker. "THERE, THAT? BETTER. NO?AIT!"the windshield frame was annoying her so she tore it off, watching him flinch.

SO, HI MICHAEL, LONG TIME, NO SEE!

"Amanda! What happened? How...How did you..."

"LETS JUST SAY I?E UNDERGONE A LOT OF PERSONAL GROWTH SINCE I LEFT. OOPS...I MEAN SINCE YOU FIRED ME."

"I didn? fi? had no choice...they made me...that report!"

"OH I THINK YOU HAD A CHOICE, AND YOU MADE A GOOD ONE...FOR YOU. I MEAN I WAS GETTING TO BE A BIT OF A NUISANCE WASN? I? IT HELPED TO GET ME OUT OF THE WAY. WELL JUST TRY TO GET ME OUT OF THE WAY NOW"!

Her hand tightened on the car again. The manufacturer? highly promoted front and rear crush zones were starting to be put into action. Meanwhile Amanda was crossing the parking lot and heading to the freeway. Michael started his predictable pleading: "Please Amanda, don? do anything...Don? hurt me...I? a married man with..."

"OH YES, YOU?E MARRIED ALL RGHT. CAN? FORGET THAT CAN WE?" The front and rear gave away another couple inches. "WHAT ELSE CAN? WE FORGET? HOW ABOUT THIS?" She waved the car around her body including a quick trip up between her legs, passing the car off to her left hand underneath.

"I BET YOU HAVEN? FORGOTTEN THAT! AND I KNOW YOU HAVEN? FORGOTTEN THESE!" She pulled the left strap of her dress from her shoulder down her left arm exposing her gargantuan left breast. REMEMBER? She slammed the top of car into her breast with the quite erect nipple pressed hard into Michael? head and body. She rubbed back and forth grinding her captive with one of her most outstanding features. Killing him softly so to speak.

She looked down at the freeway again where the cars on the near side were hopelessly locked into place due to her destruction of the overpass. Right before her it looked completely empty of people as they had all scattered during her approach. She said a polite "EXCUSE ME!" to no one in particular before she turned and sat down. Her ass felt tickled as four lanes and about four car lengths of bumper to bumper vehicles squashed to provide her a cushion. It felt great to sit down.

She spread her right hand out flattening the guardrail about six car-lengths down and rested her weight on the arm. The left hand still had Michael? car pressed against her tit. But she didn? want to risk killing him this way That would be too good for him, so she stopped and glared at him once more. Gosh Michael, I? disappointed, you weren? near as good as my little friend here. She brought up her right hand and pulled at the top right of her dress but found her breast unaccompanied. Her hand patted underneath her breast and on her stomach but found nothing. "OH GEE, HE SEEMS TO BE GONE NOW, TOO BAD." And she really did feel kind of bad about it. "HE DID A VERY NICE THING FOR ME, AND NOW HE? PROBABLY DEAD. YOU DID A REALLY AWFUL THING TO ME, AND YOU?E STILL ALIVE. THAT DOESN? SEEM RIGHT DOES IT?" Her hand tightened further, she was not happy about losing her little naked friend, and she decided to take it out on Michael. Her hand kept tightening and the front and rear were really starting to buckle.

She was thinking of lots of ways she probably should kill Michael, using various parts of her body in clever ways or pulling pieces of him off one by one, but somehow she couldn? fight the urge to keep clenching her hand. Michael was babbling every sort of plea he could think of: "I? so sorry...blah blah ...I still love you... blah blah...have mercy? and so on. She responded by bring her thumb across passenger seat and pressing in, causing the car to fold there. "SO LONG MICHAEL AND BE GLAD I DIDN? HAVE THE PATIENCE TO MAKE IT WORSE FOR YOU!" The car was folding in half and Michael was inside the crease. He was just yelling now. He had removed his seat belt but was pinned in by the steering wheel. The car was a clamshell coming to a close. He kept bending until something in him broke. He was coughing up blood when she last saw him before the ends met. The car was folded in half, and she now wrapped her fist around it again and crushed it further turning it from a taco into a Swedish meatball which was much more appropriate. Again, the gas tank ruptured and other fluids were oozing through her fingers. She casually tossed the Saab-ball into the parking lot and wiped her hand on the grassy slope.

'That was satisfying', she thought, ?ow for the main business at hand.? Looking from the freeway, she saw much of the face of the building she had come to despise. It was empty now, just as she had commanded but her subsequent events left her feeling more vengeful. She had just killed Michael quite cold-bloodedly and she did not feel the least bit bothered by it. He deserved it. Well she could think of a whole bunch of other people in that office that she felt deserved it and they were probably standing in that crowd. She turned to look at the crowd. There was no way she could make anyone out from up here. She would have to get closer but she knew that upon her approach they would flee in panic. She thrust out her hand and pointed at them. That action alone caused them to back up a few steps.

"ALL OF YOU, STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE. ANYONE WHO TURNS AND RUNS GETS STOMPED ON, UNDERSTAND?"

Silence.

"I? SORRY, I COULDN? HEAR YOU FROM UP HERE, I ASKED DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

There was a murmur from the crowd that sounded vaguely like a collective "yes!" . This time she avoided stepping on cars as she took the three small steps toward the crowd as not to alarm them. She lowered her self to her knees about fifteen feet from the terrified people in the front of the crowd. In a soft voice she said "I just want to tell you that, that thing with Michael was personal. I don? really enjoy killing people." Part of her mind questioned the truth of that last statement but she went on about how she didn? understand what happen to her and so on. Meanwhile her eyes were carefully scanning the crowd. There was a thick group of Payne & Keller people to the right including some key people she had it in for. Still in her soft voice, she followed the end of the sentence she was on with "?ow if you excuse me..." and suddenly her hands were on either side of the targeted group. She cupped the hands, lowered them into the crowd, and slowly brought them together scooping up people by fives and tens. Screaming and mayhem broke out but Amanda concentrated on gathering as many bodies as possible. When she felt a full mass of bodies between the edges of her palms she slowly lifted up trying to keep a balance of taking those middle bodies along but not crushing them. She was pretty successful, having only one body drop by the time she raised to her feet. Walking over to the building, she grinned evilly down at what must have been twenty little human bodies squirming on top of each other around like bait worms in a coffee can. She knew she had the people she wanted. How typical of them to stand together like that. Just like how they worked together on her ouster.

She stood at the end of the longish building, bent over and deposited them on the roof. "YOU FOOLS! DID YOU REALLY THINK I WAS GOING LET YOU OFF THE HOOK AFTER WHAT I DID TO MICHAEL? AFTER ALL, IT WAS YOU WHO DID THE REAL DIRTY WORK! OK MAYBE NOT YOU TWO" She picked up two people she didn? recognize between her thumb and fingers, set them down on the ground and watched them stumble off. She liked her show of fair-mindedness.

"NOW FOR THE REST OF YOU, I THINK IT? TIME TO GO DOWN WITH THE SHIP!" Amanda thought for a moment as she heard their pleas for mercy and such. She then took a step forward with her right foot and planted it in front of the main entrance and then swung her left leg around to the opposite side straddling the building. She bent slightly and held her breasts back and pulled the dress up so she could see the unfortunate people between her and the rooftop. She relished the way her crotch hung over their heads and suddenly wished she wasn? wearing any panties. She didn? want to stop and remove them so she slipped them to the side like she did earlier that morning in the truck, in her other life. Straining to watch, she bent down and dabbed people with her giant @#%$ and felt great things stir within her. Up and down she went blotting them on the head and knocking them down. They tried to run, but had nowhere to go. Two men were trying in vein to open the roof access door but it was locked from the inside. As far as the building? destruction was concerned, she figured she would just sit on it and bring everything down. Testing the waters she swung back a little and brought down some weight on the building? edge. There was a slight moment of resistance and then the crumbling started to occur. A little more pressure and she started to hear some major cracking.

She stopped. Not good enough. Sitting on this building would just make a statement of how much she weighs. Impressive, but not particularly flattering. No, this had to be a triumph of strength and power. She was powerless when they drove her out, but she had all the power now.

Swinging a little to the right, her left leg leaned up against the building? side and started to make it? self known on the building? structure. The stucco exterior crumbled on contact with her skin, but more importantly same major creaking noises were heard and the roof shifted to the right a little. She reversed directions with similar results. Her captives were scrambling in panic to be sure, but there was nothing they could do. She decided to give them something. "HERE, YOU ARE ALL USED TO MEETING DEADLINES!" She reached out a little and poked a whole through the roof with her fore-finger. It was wide enough for one person to get through at a time. "YOUR ASSIGNMENT IS TO GET TO THE GROUND FLOOR BEFORE THIS ROOF DOES. GOOD LUCK!"

They scrambled and fought each other to get down the hole and their selfishness amused her. She was yearning to finger herself after her little head blotting episode and was about to when she realized why do it yourself when others can do it for you?? Hmmm, who should it be. Of course it would have to be Shelly, the nastiest of the people she had to work with who she made sure was in this crowd. There was that dried up bean pole witch! Amanda picked her out of the mob by the hole. "SORRY SHELLY, BUT FOR YOU, I HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL PLANNED!" Without waiting for a reaction she brought Shelly down and pressed her into the lips of her labia and brought the panties back to hold her in. Through the panty fabric, she pressed Shelly in deeper a few times. Oh the feeling of having a whole person wriggling on your @#%$! How could she have waited so long! But lets not get too distracted again, and she started back on the building.

She resumed alternating pressing against the building with her thighs. Each time she pressed a little harder. With each pressing windows blew out and plaster cracked and showered to the ground. She picked up the pace a little. More and more protest came from the building as she swayed back and forth. Amanda was doubly turned-on by the body struggling within her panties and by the display of her power; and she hadn? really exerted herself yet. Only two of her captives remained on the roof now. They had been injured in the original scooping and knew they couldn? even try the escape down. They were the fortunate ones to some degree because she knew being thrashed around inside the swaying building would be even more hellish.

She had to make sure her little group wouldn? make their escape so she started putting some real force on the building with her thighs now. She heard some impressive cracking from within. The edges of the building to the left and right were beginning to round off quite a bit from the rubbing. It was time. She stopped swaying and started to press in with both legs. The battered walls put up a minimal fight. The building was cracking and crumbling within her legs as if it were made of saltines. With her legs pressed snugly against each side, she started to sway again. She heard the snapping of what sounded and felt like some pretty fundamental things and then building seem to sway with her with little resistance.

She had broke it from its foundation! How cool! She straightened her knees, lifting up her thighs and much of the building came up with them. She loved the feeling of such power! Bending her knees again just a little so that she could press in one more time, she watched as much of the building seemed to turn into powder between her legs. Then she released, spread her knees, and watched as the building fell in on itself with a thundering sound. A massive gray cloud of dust swirled up around her as her feet were buried in powder and building bits topped by a fairly intact part of two corners sections of the roof.

?owder!?she thought, it must all go to powder! She lifted her foot out of the debris and stomped down on top of it. She did the same with the other and soon she was jumping up and down with both feet landing on anything that looked lumpy. Cars were bouncing in the parking lot, glass was shattering in the surrounding buildings which threatened injury to the hundreds of amazed onlookers behind them. Her breasts bounded heavily and for a moment she wished there was someone wedged underneath them getting pounded by them. Funny how quickly you begin to adapt your thinking.

Finally she stopped. There was nothing left to pound. The building was a hill of dust about one and a half stories tall and about twice its original diameter. She was a little out of breath. As she paused to catch it, she noticed that much of the original crowd had ran away only to be replaced by people pouring out of the surrounding buildings afraid that they would be next.

There. She had done it. She had brought down the hated Payne & Keller Building. How wonderful that fate had arranged itself for her to do such a remarkable thing! Because she didn? have a clear plan on what to do next, she sat down on the pile and caught her breath. Sitting with her knees up made apparent a small degree of pressure in her crotch. Her dear friend Shelly! She flipped her dress up, reached down slowly eased the lifeless body out from within her panties. The friction of Shelly? removal sent a sensual tingle through her body.

Shelly was dead. Whether from suffocation, being crushed or just shock, Amanda couldn? tell. It was kind of disappointing really. Someone as nasty as Shelly should have died with more personal attention like she gave to Michael. Shelly was much meaner than Michael had ever been and yet Amanda was too busy with the building to even realize what exactly happened to her. Still, Amanda thought with a smile on her lips, from Shelly? perspective it was probably a pretty terrifying death just the same. As it surely was for all those other nasty former coworkers crushed and buried somewhere beneath her ass.

What an interesting little dance with death she has had in the past hour or so. First she went out of her way not to kill anyone. Then she killed unintentionally by accident. Then unintentionally if not completely by accident; thinking of those she had not kept herself from stepping on. Then she allowed herself to do in anyone who shot at her and that led to quite a little massacre. Then there was Michael, someone who had done her wrong and deserved it. The same applied to Shelly. And then there are these others. Of course this total amount was nothing compared to the amount sacrificed to give Amanda her present size but Amanda was still completely unaware of that.

But on the subject of her handful of former office workers. Some were pretty mean to her, it was true, though many were more guilty by association than anything else. She wasn? even positive every single one of them worked for the company. It was kind of hard to justify really. In fact she should feel pretty guilty about it.

She waited for it - that sickening feeling of guilt and shame. It didn? come. ?C?on Amanda?her mind yelled, If she had been watching TV and heard about someone going postal and killing 20 or so former workers, she would have thought ?ow awful, what a terrible person!? Her reaction wouldn? have been man those people must have really deserved it!? Still her guts refuse to be perturbed. Of course they are pretty big guts now, may be it takes something bigger than this to twist them up.

She figured if she really dwelled on it, and thought deeply about these peoples?grieved loved ones: spouses, parents, probably even children in some cases...(in other words really thought of them as people), yeah that could probably do it, she could feel bad. But if she has to work that hard for it, why bother? In fact, why bother anyway? Does she actually want to think of herself as a mass murderer? Go insane with guilt and self hatred? No way!

Actually, she suspected there might be some truth to the big guts?idea. I mean these people are really small. Smaller than mice or toads or ...uh what else is really small? Bugs. Actually these people were larger than bugs; she couldn? think of too many two-inch long bugs that wouldn? scare the crap out of her. Grasshoppers maybe. OK grasshoppers, and how many people cry over a dead grasshopper, or a whole bunch of dead grasshoppers? I mean this can? be like killing normal people when it is so easy. Its harder not to kill'em! She knew this held no logic weight at all, but it explained why she felt as she did. Apparently when it came to feelings, size does matter...and that? how she felt about it.

Speaking of feelings, now that the building was taken care of (which she instantly felt good about again) maybe its time to explore the sex part of this situation again. She looked around at the people pouring out of the other buildings in the office park. Then she noticed that on the roof of Building 2 where she found her little naked man, were four more people in various states of undress jumping up an down, trying to get her attention. Amanda liked this. Some spirited people who weren? afraid of her. People willing to... serve(!) her. Hmmm. For now lets just consider them volunteers ready for a very wild ride.

Amanda got up, brushed her bottom off, took a few steps, and bent down to greet her friends. There were two men and two women. One man was naked, one woman was topless and the other two were fully clothed. She smiled as she looked down upon them and in a cheerful voice said HELLO THERE !. All four yelled back and she couldn? make out a single word. OK, OK, ALL ABOARD? And with that, she gathered all four in her right hand, stood up and opened her palm flat seeing all four laying beside each other like four stubby little pencils. She started to walk over to the freeway with the intention of sitting on it. TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES she commanded politely, and then added DON? WORRY YOU WON? FALL . The three still clothed quickly started to comply.

She was standing along side the freeway which was built on a high 30 foot berm situated between a bridge on the left that ran over a creek and a set of railroad tracks and to the right, the now destroyed intersection overpass. As she approached the raised road, she stopped to take notice of the sirens that were rapidly approaching from the bridge.

PART 6

Sgt. Max Corder thought this was crazy. He was driving the ‘Ops’ truck behind the Suburban and the two SWAT vehicles had been careening down the right shoulder of the hopelessly backed-up freeway. Apparently the giant bitch had blocked all other access and this was the only way to get to the office park she was terrorizing. The Suburban was fitted with a massive snow plow blade on the front and that was helping get some of the cars out of the way. The plan was that while the helicopters kept her busy, the two vehicles would stop on the far side of the park and stage the attack. They would then have draw her attention with assault rifles and when she was practically on top of them, they would let her have it with all the bazookas they could fit in the trucks. The attack part of the plan was OK, though he wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about considering what she had done to the tank and its convoy. But right now the problem was just getting there. The Suburban already had to push several vehicles had strayed to the shoulder off to the side and they side-swiped several others. Why’d the bitch have to pick on such an inaccessible place?

They were getting close. He saw her briefly a minute ago and then she bent down out of site. Now they were speeding past a fifteen-story bank building that was the last structure before the creek and it was blocking their view. Suddenly there she was! Walking right up to the freeway! If they braked now they’d be pretty vulnerable. Where are we going to go?, Where the hell were the helicopters? Lt. Hunting, driving the Suburban spotted a flat spot in the guard rail and used it to get off the freeway and head down the side to the parking lot. Smart move Hunting! Max followed him. Like the truck in front of him, he had to maintain his forward momentum to keep the tall truck heavy with men and gear from toppling over on the steep slope. It was bringing them frightfully close to the giant who was even bigger than he imagined and whose legs were all he could now see through the windshield. Unbelievable! The Suburban landed onto the parking lot and started to brake. Max had just cleared the curb and was about to do the same as well when the Suburban disappeared! Or rather was replaced by a giant pink foot which was followed a split second by the tremendous boom of its landing. The thundering impact bounced the Ops truck in the air and the tires barely made contact with the surface again before slamming into the giant toes.

The shoulder belt threatened to break a few ribs before Max bounced back against the seat back. Looking up through the broken glass, the foot was gone. ‘But I thought we just hit...’ that was as far as Max’s thought went before he heard a slight crackle above his head and thought no more.

As the only moving things on the freeway, bashing cars out of their way, the two police vehicles, has not been difficult to notice. There was a large blue and white wagon followed by a big boxy UPS-type truck with similar coloring. They scrambled down the grassy slope of the freeway towards her. Both trucks braked hard the moment they hit the parking lot but they were still too close. Without even turning her eyes from the people in her hand, Amanda casually swung her left foot out to the side and brought it down on the first vehicle. The length of the truck and her foot were about easily matched. Weight was a different matter and the truck with its eight SWAT team occupants flattened with little protest. With a chirp of tires the large UPS-like truck crashed into her toes. Pushing against the crushed Suburban gave her leg enough lift to crash down on the second truck. The soft, spongy feel of the collapsed box made it obvious that it too was full of men.

Amanda brought her leg back and thought nothing more of it as she looked down smiled at her four friends. They were still busy removing their clothes oblivious to the carnage below. The sight of the four naked bodies was now marred by the litter of their clothes so she commanded them to throw them all over the side "YOU WON’T BE NEEDING THEM ANYMORE." she amended. They promptly complied. It was interesting to watch such mundane actions performed by these tiny humans in the palm of her hand. After the last garment was toss over she quickly brought her hand up closer to her face for a closer look at her friends. They were lined up in a row and were all laying on their backs due to the sudden upward movement. From head to toe they ranged from two-thirds to three-fourths of the width of her palm

The woman on the far left laying across the first section of her fingers was the most noticeable. She was quite possible the ugliest woman Amanda had ever seen. She was grossly overweight and yet relatively flat-chested with breasts that looked like little flaps against the rest of her blubbery surface. The skin was pale and pasty and her face topped by short curly red hair that wasn’t the least bit pleasant and her goofy grin only revealed bad teeth visible even at such a diminutive scale. "YUCK" Amanda said twisting her face as if she just smelled something bad. "I don’t want that anywhere close to my body!" Swinging her thumb over and lightly resting it on the other three people, she casually tilted her hand downward. The fat woman instantly slid off and fell screaming to her death, which occurred on the hood and windshield of a Toyota Camry.

The scream and its sudden curtailment prompted instant outrage from Amanda’s conscience: ‘My God you just killed someone for being ugly!!’ The harsh but accurate description startled her and caused her to step back and peer over her breasts down at the woman’s broken body for confirmation. No doubt about it, that was hard to justify. Hell, she didn’t even believe in the death penalty! But once again, somehow, it just wasn’t the same now. No matter how obvious it was that these were real people she was killing, it didn’t FEEL like she was killing real people and she just couldn’t get worked up about it. It didn’t make sense, but neither did being the size of the Jolly Green Giant. And she just wasn’t going to dwell on it right now. The truth was that somewhere inside her was a silent but forceful voice that said ‘I’m not going to let it spoil my fun!’

Of course the others in her hand were quite shaken by the event and she felt a far more compelling need to reassure them that this would not be their fate. And it would not be. The other woman, an athletic blond was actually kind of cute while both guys were acceptable looking. Both of the latter had dark hair, one had an average build while the other was taller and heavier though not as gross as that woman. Both had cute little boners sticking out.

"DON’T WORRY, THAT WON’T HAPPEN TO ANY OF YOU, WE’RE GOING TO HAVE SOME FUN!" She brought her hand forward in front of her breasts. WHO WANTS A BOOB RIDE? They all responded. WELL THERE ARE JUST TWO OF THEM, HERE LADIES FIRSt". She picked up the woman with her left thumb and fore-finger and placed her face first against the exposed upper portion of her left breast and rubbed her gently around on its surface. The woman’s soft body felt like the caress of a delicate woman’s finger and she was getting excited. With her lower two fingers, she pulled up the top edge of her dress and slid the woman down within it. The tiny woman straddled her nipple and Amanda felt a warm shiver in her body.

Now free, her left hand went after the thin guy and then, with a man in each hand started rubbing them both over both breasts. Both men found themselves rubbed over, around and under against both the smooth warmth of her cleavage and the rougher surface of the dress. She loved rubbing the fat man over her right nipple and though she first avoided rubbing the left nipple because the woman was there, she succumbed to that too clashing their bodies against each other through the dress fabric. Lightly skimming around the mounds, their little hard-ons would be the first things to touch her and she was amused by the little tickle she felt by them. Then she would push their whole bodies in deep causing each boob to expand from the sides. She was getting a little rough with them she knew, but it was hard to restrain herself and be more gentle. She decided that she owed her little friends something better than this, and soon the thin man was pressed between her right breast and the dress. He slid down ready to claim his own giant nipple.

That left the fat man and though she knew just what she was going to do with him, she brought him up to look at him first. He looked quite shaken from her recent handling of him and judging from his now less-than hard penis, appeared to be having second thoughts about the whole idea. Of course one shouldn’t ignore the fact that he was being held by a finger and a thumb under his arms with his legs dangling almost 200 feet above the ground. It could drain the sexual spirit out of anyone. She decided to revive it. First, since she was still standing by the freeway, she turned around and sat down. Once again about a dozen vehicles gave up their structural integrity for the sake of comforting her ass. It was somewhat comforting for her friend too as now only a few stories below him, were the soft curves of her legs

With her left hand, she brought a finger up slowly between his legs. The legs easily spread wide for its passage and for a moment his tiny little penis rested on her fingernail. A moment later it was resting on nothing; it was rising, though the nervous look on his face was still there. She moved her hand and now had the little hard-on between the fingernails of her thumb and fore-finger and ever so gently started to jack him off. Both of them were well aware that the slightest twitch would crush it or chop it off but so far she maintained the delicate balance. The sensations from her nipples were straddling a thin line between sensuousness and tickling but it was stirring a need down below. "FEEL BETTER LITTLE FRIEND? I THINK YOU DO. TELL ME, I BET YOU’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO GET IN THE PANTS OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN LIKE ME HAVEN’T YOU?"

She didn’t wait for an answer before she brought him down, lifted her dress, pulled forward on her panties and shoved him down head first. With a great shove forward of her hips which caused three or four crushed cars to topple over the side of the berm, her @#%$ now hung forward over the edge and she shoved him further until he reached her clitoris and the gateway to her vagina. She rubbed him around there a little both to satisfy a little tension that was building and to give him and idea of what to do. Then she released him letting the panty strap snap back into place and waited for the fireworks. His squirming was having an effect but she sure wished he was about four times larger. A whole man the size of a good thick @#%$. Now that would be some major fun. She suddenly regretted being quite as big as she was.

Still, she had three whole people devoting their whole bodies to her pleasure. Not bad. Just the idea of it was a turn on. Though she actually did have room for more. Maybe she had some more friends on the building top. She stood up causing one car to briefly stick to her thigh before peeling loose and falling below to her feet. Walking the few steps across the now quite battered parking lot she noticed no one on the roof though there were still plenty by their windows.



It was already the most extraordinary day in his life. Richard was staring transfixed outside the windows of his corner office. Just as he had been for the past hour or so. People had come in to watch and then left fleeing at various intervals but Richard never moved. He had watched it all. He saw her figure when she was still a few miles away wondering at first if she was some kind of inflatable promotional device. He then watched her walk straight towards the office complex and spectacularly crash though the freeway upon her entrance. Twice she had walked right up beside his office, the skin of her legs a scant few yards outside his window! Others fled but Richard kept watching. He watched this stunning woman stomp cars flat with her feet, and wad one into a ball with her bare hand. He watched her bare a breast the size of his living room, insert a whole woman into her @#%$ and then destroy the entire next door building with her thighs. Her pounding of the next door structure just about destroyed his office as well, toppling everything that could topple and shattering most of his windows. Still Richard stayed. Where would you go? Out in the lot to dodge her feet? Sure she could decide to level this building as well, but she seemed to have something personal going on next door. So like many others, Richard continued to watch, and the more she did, the more transfixed he was.

Particularly at the moment where she was turning a handful of people into sexual toys. As he watched the tiny man disappear into her panties Richard was standing in the middle of the office unconsciously fingering his prick through his suit pants pocket. He stayed that way as she got up and started walking toward the building and it wasn’t until her eyes locked on his that he realized he was in danger. So transfixed was he by the eye contact that he didn’t notice her approaching hand until it was practically just outside the window. He snapped out of it and turn to flee but was slowed by having to plow through the overturned furniture and debris of the office. There was a roar of things breaking behind him and then suddenly he was flanked by two foot thick bars of pink skin. They surrounded and closed in on him and firmly pulled him back. Looking down through gaps between his body and its fleshy cage, he suddenly saw eight stories of sunlight between his feet and the ground. A quick turn and he was horizontal and rolled to his back. Her face filled his field of vision, like watching a close-up in a big screen theater from the front row. Only infinitely more intense.

"I SAW YOU ENJOYING THE SHOW MISTER CORNER OFFICE, NOW YOU’RE A PART OF IT. NOW STRIP!" He felt the words as much as he heard them and the impact was so great, he had difficulty responding. Finally, the last two words sank in and he began fumbling with his belt. The sight of those two huge green eyes baring down on him flustered him terribly. The face was still as beautiful as the one he had been watching but seemed much more menacing from this perspective. Once he managed to unzip his pants, she boomed again, "I THINK YOU’LL HAVE TO REMOVE THESE FIRST!" In came the other hand with the nails of her thumb and finger closing in to crunch his feet. Instead they roughly plucked off one shoe and then the other. "HERE, I’LL HELP YOU" she boomed again, and those same nails managed to catch his pants cuff and miss his leg. She pulled up and he was lifted upside down, hanging from his leg. He glanced at the distant ground around the perimeter of her hand until his foot slid through and he fell out of the pants, the boxer shorts staying with them, head first and bare-assed onto her only somewhat soft palm again. Not wanting any more help, he quickly pulled the tie over his head and ripped the shirt from his chest. The hand lurched upward toward her mouth which was pursing its lips. He feared the worse when she let out a burst of air. It wasn’t enough to blow him from his position, but his shirt and tie went flying.

"THERE, THAT’S BETTER. YOU DON’T LOOK HALF BAD EITHER - ONE THIRTIETH BAD MAYBE, HA! HA!" Her laughter was like thunder to him as her surfboard-sized fingernail lightly poked his naked body, which did see the gym fairly regularly. "TWO BAD ABOUT THIS THOUGH!" The edge of the nail grazed frighteningly over his quite flaccid penis. "NO MATTER, I DOUBT I’D NOTICE IT WHERE YOU’RE GOING. HERE YOU GO."

The fingers closed around him again before the hand swung down so fast he thought he was going to lose breakfast. He was being held upside down and looking down he saw himself just above the panty line of her massive behind. The thumb was pining him against the palm as the fingers opened out to slide in and pull back the panty band. As it became obvious where he was going, Richard fought hard to avoid it. All he managed to do was pivot around so that he was nearly right side up. The thumb released him and he fell feet first into the cleavage of her ass. The fingers were at his back guiding him down before they pushed him into the crack. He was wedged in face forward. The walls of skin were very warm and pressed firmly against him. Still, they were soft enough that he made a deep impression on both sides so that he was almost completely enveloped. As it happened, his left arm was stretched upward and pressed against the side of his head while the right was down pined against his side. There was a little open space in front of his face so he was able to breathe. The air was heavy with perspiration and vaginal scents.

He had only been there a couple of seconds and was struggling to move his left arm when both walls suddenly squeezed hard against him. The sheer force of it shocked him. And then it released. Thank God. Just as he caught his breath, he was squeezed again. Release. Then again. Catching his breath again and reeling from the pain, he became aware of odd deep internal staccato sounds coming through the skin and recognized them as her giggling. She was just her flexing ass muscles! For fun! And it was damn near killing him!

He struggled to gain some movement and managed to free his left arm before she squeezed again. It was brutal this time. It slowly got tighter and tighter. His shoulders felt like they were going to snap. He in inadvertently cried out in pain only to realize that the sound probably didn’t escape the confines of her ass. What’s worse, he could inhale now. Inhaling meant expansion and that meant pushing against those incredibly powerful ass cheeks, and that just wasn’t going to happen. Just as things started getting fuzzy around his consciousness, the pressure was released. He was saved! And then with strength he never guessed he had, he shoved his right arm deep into the crack and pushed with his left arm twisting his body so that he was pressed against his front and back rather than his shoulders. Unfortunately his head was now pressed into place as well but at least the pressure was much more bearable. He heard groans from somewhere. It was the man she stuck in her crotch! She was messing with him now. Thank God it was him and not me, he thought.

There was constant movement, little movements from side to side slight contractions and expansions. Constant reminders that he was in a living being. Everything suddenly lurched for a second. There was a slight pause and then all hell broke loose. The back side suddenly squeezed inward and upward, then the front side, then the back again. Both sides working against each other and grinding him up in between! He was completely helpless as his body got pummeled from front and back. What on earth could she be doing? There was a booming sound keeping the same rhythm as the wall’s contortions. He recognized the sound. Footsteps, or rather her tremendous footsteps. She was simply walking! If this is what he had to endure just from her walking he wasn’t going to make it. A sharp movement broke the rhythm and both feet must have hit the ground at the same time causing a boom that almost burst his hear drums. Then the grinding continued but thankfully only for a few seconds.

There was one of those nauseating sudden downward movements, but to the end of the decent, her buns spread apart wider than they ever had. She was crouching or something; torturing some pour soul no doubt. The good part was that he was almost loose. He was held by his left arm which was still deep in the crack. It also might well have been broken from that walking chaos and that discouraged any vigorous pulling. The panties were below him now and drawn tight against him. Through spaces between the threading he could see the ground. It was only ten to fifteen feet away! If he could pull free and slip through the panties he could get away? It would be a hell of a drop but he would be free.

He tried but the pain formed a threshold he could not cross. And he really didn’t have much to push against anyway. Then it was too late. Everything whooshed upward again and the walls of flesh closed back in on him again. The pain in his arm was excruciating and he again cried out to the unforgiving skin. There were a few steps to endure and then a blissful stillness. She was talking again and with both ears pressed against each cheek, the sound thundered through him but it was too garbled for him to understand.

There was something new. Heat. Not her body heat which was already pretty overwhelming, but something else. And the smell of burning rubber was added to her body scents. Then there was a slight rolling motion. She was bending over! Her ass spread wide and he came loose. He fell out of the wedge and on to her panty which felt surprisingly abrasive against his skin. But he didn’t care. This was progress!

Or was it? He was between her legs. Just above him was her crotch. His mind was just registering the degree to which her bush was partially shaved when She straightened up and he was pulled tight against that crotch. The pungent odor filled his nostrils, the hair was a pile of course ropes press against him. Above him was her piss-hole. If for whatever reason she decided to pee in her pants, he was a goner. Just beyond his feet, her vagina. Her vagina! He tried not to think about it, which only made him think about it more. He was practically at this tremendous woman’s @#%$. It could swallow him whole! To his surprise, he was more turned on then scared. For the first time since she grabbed him, he had a raging hard-on. Then she started walking. The sight of those legs moving would have been terrifying had he not just been through worse. Instead, the movement pushed him forward and backward against her crotch. Further aroused he was ironically now trying to push up closer to her. He wanted to rub his @#%$ as close to her @#%$ as possible.

She stopped. Damn! Then she bent over again causing slack in the panty strap which dropped him further from his goal Then his feet hit something small and hard. Puzzled he kicked out and hit it again. It groaned like a sick man. Then it occurred to him that it was the man she had stuck into her @#%$. He called out to him but all he heard was more groaning. The guy sounded in bad shape, of course he had been suspended upside-down the whole time. Still Richard wished he could trade places with the man who was right at her @#%$’s door.

She stood up again and he was pressed against her once more. Soon she stopped again though. Then he was jostled. But just the panties, not from her body movement. He heard a great rubbing sound and then the other guy groaned in pain. She was messing with him. The jostling became more pronounced and suddenly he had fears of being bumped out of the panties which were not much wider than he was and falling to earth. The other man let out a anguished cry and he heard the unmistakable sound of bones cracking. They were big bones too, and at just a few feet away that sound was incredible. She had crushed the guy! Right against her @#%$! He was scared now. He was next!. Then before he knew it, he was falling away. Laying baack to the decending panties his back he saw her tremendous crotch shoot upward away from him. Her legs were towering above him as he descended, and then between them and out he saw her face again; at the end of her bent-over body, dark hair draped around it, and she was looking right at him.

He was transfixed by that stare until an abrupt thump on his back told him he had hit ground. Ground! He shot up to his feet and started running, even hurdling the panty strap, on his way before his naked body got a chance to tell him that it was too beat up to do it. He kept running. Straight ahead between the line of mostly smashed cars was a crowd of people. She was going to scoop him up, he knew it, but he kept running without looking back until he was in the crowd. Then he turned and looked. She was still staring at him and smiling. Was there safety in numbers or would she scoop them all up? Then she turned her attention back to her panties and he knew then that at least for him, the adventure was over.

The moment she pulled her hand from the back of her panties she knew she would enjoy the predicament of her little ass-man. She was much more aware of him than her other friends, possibly because he was held in place on both sides by her rather than the stretch fabric that accommodated the others. She tightened her ass muscles a couple of times and giggled. He was so completely helpless in there, she felt like she could crush him just by tightening her ass. She started to try it, slowly squeezing, feeling him pressed against her more and more. She felt more dominating doing this than anything else thus far. When she realized she really could kill him this way, she stopped suddenly. After all that wasn’t her intention. She wanted a live wiggling body in there not a dead one.

Speaking of which, there sure wasn’t much action from her @#%$ man. She brought her finger down against the tiny bulge in her panties and nudged him. Her stirred to life again and started wriggling around. There, that’s better. Her breast buddies were doing better. They were so small and weak that it was still more like tickling than real stimulation, but she didn’t mind, it certainly wasn’t for their lack of trying. The man on the right was humping her nipple. She laughed as she saw the little bulge in her dress pulsate in and out. The woman was squeezing her other nipple with her legs and that was OK too. She brought both hands up and cupped both breasts feeling her little friends against her palms. She wondered if she really pressed them hard into her breasts, would her tits crush them, or would their compliance bury and suffocate them. She shook her self out of the thought. Again she was thinking of killing! Why? They can’t turn you on if they’re dead now can they? Still the feeling to do it was tempting. It puzzled her.

The @#%$ man saved the breast people from further contemplation of the subject. He just wasn’t getting the job done. She nudged him again and then clasped him through the panty between two fingers and moved him around doing the job her self.

At that point, a couple of shots rang out and she felt a stinging on her legs. She looked around and couldn’t see where it was coming from. Another couple of shots and in the corner of her eye, she saw a flicker-flash of light coming from the Building 3. She had basically ignored both rear buildings so what business did someone have shooting at her from one? What had she done to them besides give them a show? It angered her and she started walking over to Building 3 at once; crunching a car or two cars with almost every step. As usual, gasoline sprayed from the vehicles as they crushed. One of them managed to ignite the fuel as it was flattened, creating two flame-throwers out from either side under her foot. Amanda felt the heat on her foot and leaped.

Her anger was rising, she really hated getting shot at. She looked at the edifice. About half the windows were broken and the shooter could behind any one of them. She smelled burning rubber and plastic and looked back to see that she had started quite a fire in the parking lot. Three cars were now burning. The thick smoke was fortunately not blowing her way.

Three shots and three sharp stings just below her hem line yanked her attention back to the building. She squatted down on her haunches and looked in at a floor about the same height as where she had been struck. More broken windows and mostly darkness behind them. Something she had done while stomping around the complex apparently knocked out the lights. Damn! She couldn’t see a thing! More out of frustration than anything else, she crossed her left hand to the far right of the building stuck her fingers in the far right window of the suspected floor and dragged them all the way across to her left sweeping away the outside wall of the entire floor. The offices made a neat little row of squares, and she saw plenty of bodies squeezing themselves out through the office doors but she couldn’t make out a rifle in the movement. It had to be a rifle as powerful as it sounded and felt. Then she heard and felt it again along with two burning pin-pricks on her jaw between her neck and chin.

He was lower! Just then she saw a blue and black figure run out of the front door and across the small patch of grass between the building and the handicapped parking spaces. Gotcha! she thought, and she slammed her left hand down on the fleeing figure. It was just in the last nano-second of seeing the small body before her hand came down on it that she had a twinge of doubt. It was too late though to stop the hand which barely felt its target before contacting the ground with a whump! Bringing her hand up, she saw the body of a woman, in a blue dress with long dark hair. Just like herself! She reached down and picked up the crumpled figure, it felt like she had no bones and blood was oozing in several places. There was no gun to be seen. This woman could have been herself on any day before today, and that @#%$ with the gun got her so worked up that she killed the poor thing instead of him.

She was pissed. She wanted to tear the whole building down but that would only compound the problem. She stood up and stepped back looking at the building and considered the problem. As she did, she could feel the heat of the parking lot fire on her backside. She wanted one person in a building full of people. Finally it occurred to her.

"I WANT THE MAN WHO HAS BEEN SHOOTING AT ME!" She raised her voice only a little figuring at her size that would be enough to be heard by all. "IF YOU PEOPLE DON’T BRING HIM TO ME, I’LL FLATTEN THIS BUILDING AS BAD AS THE OTHER ONE. WITH ALL OF YOU IN IT!" She wondered what she would do if they called her bluff. But she didn’t have to wonder long. A few muffled shots were heard from inside. They were not meant for her for a change, they were internal. At a highly motivated mob perhaps?

Sure enough, there was a commotion in one office way down on the third floor. A crowd of people filed through the door with one very uncooperative bearded man in their midst. Another man with a rifle held far from his body walked from the crowd toward the broken window and threw the gun out. The crowd stuffed itself back through the door and slammed it shut. Left behind was the bearded man cussing and trying for dear life to yank the door back open.

Dear life indeed. Amanda’s right hand bashed effortlessly through the outer wall and easily plucked the man from the room. He was heavy-set, wearing a business shirt and tie, he looked like Santa Clause gone corporate. Wrapping her smaller fingers around him, she pointed her forefinger down towards the rifle and with her nail bent it into a V as she pushed it into the ground.

She stood up and brought him up to eye level, resulting in such a fast rise for him that he was immediately green with nausea. Which of course was the least of his problems. Her mind was racing with ideas on how to kill him and it was all she could do to keep from squishing him immediately. But no, this man not only had the audacity to continually shoot at her but it caused her to be distracted from her little crew of pleasurers which she could only now appreciate again. And with that thought, her left hand quickly cupped each breast to make sure her friends were still there. The action stimulated them into action and she again felt the delicate little squeezing around her nipples. Next her hand went to the bulge in front of her @#%$ which wasn’t so active. she prodded him but the response was barely negligible. He was alive but not very useful. She’ll have to take care of that in a second.

She thought briefly of replacing him with her new captive, but that was too good for him. So was squishing him in her hand. Throwing him against the building? Nah, too fast. Maybe impaling him with her finger nail. Pulling each limb off one-by-one had a certain attraction. She paused for a second to realize how much she was getting off on what was clearly pure sadism. She was actually enjoying the fact that someone had shot at her giving her the right to kill him anyway she liked. But she would have to move first because the heat from the parking lot fire was starting to get rather intense on her backside. Then it hit her. What could be worse than being burned alive? She turned and faced the fire, which had spread to quite a few cars now.

She repositioned her victim so that he dangled with one leg between her thumb and fore-finger. Holding him high, she was about to make her obligatory "this is what happens when you shoot at me" speech but reconsidered. Let the assholes be assholes; what’s the appropriate line here? oh yeah: ‘Go ahead, make my day!’ So instead, she just made a great showing of her little torture, keeping her arm straight out as she lowered her little fat man head first into the fire. She slowed down as he got closer to the flames and smiled as she heard the most anguished screams she has heard all day. Which was saying a lot.

Her fingers certainly felt the heat but with skin about thirty times thicker than it used to be she figured she could hold out longer than he could. He flipped and twisted with surprising energy. She almost dropped him at one point so she squeezed harder to the point that she felt the femur bone crush between her fingertips. With that, his yelling managed to sound even more agonized. "CAREFUL, YOU MIGHT GET HORSE!" she said before she lowered him a few more feet. At that point, his hair starting to singe and flame which quickly spread to his beard. She squinted her eyes against the smoke and heat but kept them trained on him not wanting to miss a thing. His shirt sleeves than caught on fire and before long he was a writhing fireball. Her fingers with stood the flames far longer than she would have thought possible and then before it got too hot she lowered him even more so that the fall wouldn’t kill him when she dropped him. ‘No early end for you my toasty friend’ she thought as she watched him drop in a writhing clump in the middle of the fire. At that point, the all the clothes had burned off and she watched as his skin flamed up and burned off.

She loved every second of it. Yes it was revenge and yes she was teaching them all a lesson but there something more to that at hand. She was never into S&M and certainly never the kind to enjoy pulling wings off flies or other such childhood torture games. Yet that was exactly the sort of pleasure she was deriving here. Except it was more sensual. She was glad she had time now to concentrate on her little friends. A hand went to her crotch which needed some attention. She was getting no action from her @#%$ man and her little ass rider had slipped down to between her legs where he was utterly useless. . She nudged the bulge in her panties. Time to get some action out of this fella. He responded with just enough movement to show he was alive. She tried to nudge him again. No response. Losing her patience, she gave him a good shove into her groin and her fingertips felt three progressive cracks.

‘@#%$, I broke him’, she thought with more concern for the delay of her pleasuring than for the man’s life. She was going to reach in and pull him out of her panties, but paused and thought, ‘Why bother with this thing anyway?’ She smiled devilishly as she hiked up the dress and reached for the strap of her panties thinking of how her @#%$ will now be exposed to everyone she steps over.

As she bent over and lowered her panties down her long legs, she saw two bodies laying end to end in the thin pouch of the flimsy garment. The man in the rear, her former butt-man was laying on his back and staring up. He was fixated on her @#%$ but then locked eyes with her as she lowered her panties down her calves. He looked thoroughly beat up. Thus she was surprised when, the moment her panties touched ground, he spring up and ran through her feet and out before her. Her first impulse was to step on him. ‘How dare he think he could just run away!’ But she stopped herself and just watched his little naked body run off toward the crowd of people at the far end of the parking lot. ‘Let him go off and tell people of his adventure!’ she thought.

The other body in the panties remained still, and it was bent funny. She stepped out of her panties and squatted down for a closer look. He looked quite dead. He was too small to see if he was still breathing so it was hard to be sure. Adjusting the panties so one hand was in the front and the other in the back, She pulled her hands apart quickly, the fabric tightened and the little body went flying up in the air over her shoulder hitting the side of Building 3 near its top and tumbled down its side. Now she could be sure.

Noise from the crowd picked up upon seeing the doomed man’s flight. She realized how bad it looked. "JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE HE WASN’T SUFFERING!" she said lamely. She knew it was a lie, she did it just because she could, and because it looked like fun. "HE WAS PROBABLY DEAD ANYWAY." she added, wondering why she cared what they thought.

Her @#%$ was a little distended from her squatting position enjoying the light breeze. Amanda was very much enjoying its exposure and if there had been a man within arm’s reach she would not have hesitated using him as a dip stick. There wasn’t however, though the crowd wasn’t that far away. A few crab steps would do it. She was starting to think of being in this same position right in the middle of the crowd when some noise caught her attention. It was the distant sound of helicopters.

Major Spiegel was glad to finally see the city. The squadron of three attack helicopters had been flying almost an hour and a half from the base. Normally that would be no big deal. But he still didn’t believe the description of the target of this mission so he had been wondering the whole flight what the hell this was really all about. Whatever it was, it was supposed to be a just a couple miles from the other side of the city so he would soon find out. At the briefing, his commanding officer took great pains to insist this talk of a 200 foot woman was on the level, but it was still awfully hard to swallow. All they had for a visual was a fax of a couple of instant photographs and they looked like they could have been easily faked. Still, sending out three fully armed and fully manned Apache attack helicopters into the heart of the city seemed like a pretty big commitment for a hoax.

They were just over downtown now. Something was going on. Looking ahead, he could see dark pillars of smoke. The thickest one was a few miles away at about One O-clock, there was another just to it’s left a few miles further out, and the closest one was dead ahead, matching his latest target coordinates. He squinted at the billowing smoke directly ahead looking for some sign of what was going on. There was nothing at first and then he took notice of a rectangular patch of blue just to the right of the smoke It looked like it stretched up and seemed to move a little, like it was floating. He stared at it trying to match it with something recognizable. What would be blue, that tall, and moving? A hot air balloon? Maybe, but right by the fire? Maybe they’re related somehow.

As they approached, he began to make out more details from the blue shape, brown extensions below and on the sides, something brown and black above. It was a human shape. Arms, legs and a head. Couldn’t be. Maybe it’s one of those Macy’s parade balloons. God is that wha this was about? Its arms moved. It took a few steps. This was no balloon. This was, a woman! My God its true! There was a woman standing well above the building next to her. He stared transfixed taking in the details as they got closer. The long hair, the form fitting dress. His thoughts made loud exclamations in his head. "My God look at the size of her", "She’s beautiful!", "She looks like a giant centerfold!"

The southern drawl of that last comment snapped him to the fact that these were not the thoughts in his head but the voices of his men of his crew and the pilots of the other to copters in his headphones. Being their commander, he had to pull them back together. "Yes its extraordinary, but as far as we are concerned it’s just another target. A damn big easy to hit target at that. So cut the chatter and pay attention to your jobs!" Hopefully that sounded reasonably convincing. "Copy that sir!" came the replies. At least they’ll now put on the appearance of not being distracted.

Amanda instinctively stood up as she looked out towards the city at the three dots in the sky. The panties were still in her hand so she walked back to Building 3 which had just played back stop for her little @#%$ man and draped the garment over a corner. She admired how ridiculous it looked for a moment before turning her attention back to the helicopters. They weren’t traffic copters that’s for sure. They were black with little lumpy winglets sticking out of the side. Kind of insect-like and very military looking. Because they were flying fairly high, for a while they just looked just like helicopters normally would. But before long, some abnormal relationship between their angle and size made it apparent that they were in fact as abnormal as everything else around her. Which made them all the more menacing. Imagine three wasp-like things the size of large birds flying directly towards you.

The Major’s composure returned to him a little as he planned the tactics of their attack. There was no doubt of whether to attack this extraordinary creature. Besides having their orders, the signs of destruction were all around her. The Apaches had been quickly refitted with heat-seeking missiles back at the base because of some discussion about her being able to evade normal projectiles. The missiles combined with the fact that she couldn't shoot back at them should make this an easy mission. He ordered the other two craft to spread out about a hundred yards on either side both so that she would be hit from three different angles. He then held back a little so that they would all be about 200 yards from her when they fired simultaneously. He wanted all three to hit her at the same time.

With the formation in place, there was little to do but keep watching her as they flew the last half-mile. He wondered how she got that way. Her dress, sexy as it was, looked store-bought. She didn’t look like some kind of alien in other words. She really was beautiful; too bad they couldn’t capture her or something. But that would be a hell of a lot harder to do than just kill her. Oh well. It was hero time.

Launch on my count. 3,2,1,Fire! As he watched the white contrail shoot out from the left side-pod, matched by the ones from the gun ships on either side, he briefly wondered if he could find a place to put down and see the giant corpse up close before heading back to base.

Amanda and took a couple of unconscious steps backward till she was toward the back of Building 2 just to her right as she saw the helicopters approach. She tensed her legs and braced herself for quick action as she saw them spread into their wide formation. Too bad the building was too small to hide behind. She was expecting them to use machine guns on her so the site of the three missile launches took her by surprise. She didn’t know if she could evade all three. As they got closer it looked like leaping to the left was the best option.

The target was unmistakable and the three missiles dutifully flew directly towards it. But despite the extraordinary fact that Amanda was about 180 feet tall and weighed countless tons, her temperature was still a very ordinary 98.6 degrees. Thia was a mere 15 or so degrees from the ambient temperature and even a little less on some nearby surfaces such as the tops of the cars and the asphalt. So with the kind of perception that could only come from a machine, Amanda didn’t really make any kind of impression at all. Not that there was any confusion about the target. To the missiles, it was obvious as soon their sensors were activated that the target was that almost 500-600 degree multi vehicle car fire between the two buildings.

Amanda dove to the ground on her left. The sound and impact of her belly flop on the parking lot was unforgettable; or would have been had it not been immediately dwarfed by what followed. After hitting the ground Amanda immediately looked up and to the right only to be momentarily puzzled as she watched the three missiles disappear behind the building. An instant later, all consciousness was abruptly interrupted by three explosions acting as one.

The ground shook violently though everyone in the area was somewhat accustomed to that by now. The glass on Amanda’s side of the building blew out and her legs felt momentarily sand- blasted. Some hot pieces of metal also found their way to Amanda’s legs which caused her twist around and brush them off. Suddenly reminding herself that laying immobile is the last thing she wanted to do, she sprang to her feet. Standing up brought the devastation between the buildings into view and as much as she knew she had to keep an eye on the helicopters, she could help but stare. There was a crater where the fire had been, surrounded by the mangled, blackened, metal, glass, plastic and rubber of scores of automobiles. Burning cars and parts plastered Building 3 like buckshot, completely destroying its face. Building 2 likely looked the same judging from the ragged far corner of its roof. With the scattering of the burning car parts, there were fires everywhere. Up and down all of 3’s floors, in the rest of the central parking lots, and in the trees by the creek. Screams could be heard from within the buildings though to Amanda, that was just the soundtrack of the day and she was grateful to be a hundred or so feet away from most of it. She looked at the helicopters wondering what their next move would be.

Major Spiegel’s present moves involved pounding his helmeted head. How could he be so stupid? Quite easily actually. He was so infatuated with the sight of her, that is .. "the target", that he completely overlooked the fire. He brought his craft closer to get a better look at the damage. The buildings looked like two Oklahoma City Federal Buildings staring at each other. He saw all the people outside and hoped she had caused the buildings to empty out before his mistake. As if to answer, he saw on one of the upper floors of the building on the right, a human figure completely engulfed in flames stagger over the edge of the floor and fall to the ground. ‘@#%$! They’ll have my commission’ for this he thought.

But maybe not, if he still brings her down. OK, need another plan. The missiles were out. Even without the heat-seeking sensors, as he saw how fast she moved. Every miss would slam into some other part of the population.

The radio man announced an incoming call from the PD ground support. A second team was just about to cross the creek. Nobody knows what happened to the first team. This group had eight men and four bazookas. If the gunships can keep her occupied they should get a chance to hit her point-blank. Hmmm, keep her occupied? OK time to fire up the guns. Who knows maybe they can bring her down. Guns evidently haven’t hurt her so far, but they probably haven’t been this powerful either.

Amanda kept watching as the copters just hovered up there. She didn’t like it. All that devastation was meant for her. They were getting serious about killing here now, and the men in those copters were plotting how to do it. They were out of her reach and she had grown, (so to speak), unaccustomed to not having anything out of her reach.

They were also loud as hell. Amidst their noise, she heard something else. A engine revving loudly and some splashing. Probably someone in a 4x4 escaping across the creek. She briefly looked down over the tree tops at the creek to confirm, and saw to her surprise that someone was sloshing across the water all right but they were approaching not leaving!. It was another white and blue police 4x4. 'What do they usually do with those things?' She wondered.

This wasn’t good. They were planning to attack her from above and below. She took a step towards the creek and immediately a helicopter opened fire. The bullets raked across the small of her back and stung like hell. This is the first time she really felt shots through her dress. She instinctively whipped around and waved her hand in front trying to swat the bullets away and received another barrage across her stomach. It felt like someone was swatting her with a belt. Realizing that the gunfire was diverting her from the truck, and that was undoubtedly their plan, she turned around again and quickly advanced on the vehicle in the water. More bullets stung across her back and now her left side was getting hit by a second gunship. The pain was getting intense but she pressed on ignoring it. The truck was just reaching the near bank when she was close enough to reach it. Four doors started to open as she bent down, but they only swung about half way before the fingers on her left hand grasped the vehicle by its roof. Her thumb and fingers caught the upper door frames of the driver’s and two passenger side doors and the doors slammed closed, trapping a leg and two torsos in the door jams as her fingers crashed through the side windows.

She pulled up on the roof and quickly lifted the vehicle. Standing up she twisted the vehicle around and peeled out the shattered opaque windshield with her fingernail to look inside. There were about six men inside all clad in black protective gearing and helmets. They were all yelling though the ones pinned by the doors were clearly yelling the loudest. She noticed now for the first time that the helicopters had stopped shooting at her. Turning, she stepped back to the parking lot. In doing so she inadvertently tilted the back of the truck downward. Her fingers were distorting the roof which caused the rear side-by-side doors to swing open and out of the cargo hold came all the artillery. She watched it hit the pavement and scatter. Some of it was pretty big stuff. Bazookas and shells and such.

" OH, WAS ALL THAT FOR ME?" she said in a sweet little girl voice. "GOSH, HOW CAN I THANK YOU?" They were terrified. And that suited her just fine.

The Major had radioed in the situation including the new development with the truck and was quite surprised when they told him to regard the men as already dead and continue the attack. While the previous barrage of bullets on her body annoyed her, they certainly weren’t going to bring her down. He ordered his men to aim for the head and face from now on, and for God’s sake don’t hit the truck!

Hornet 3 was the closest and immediately began firing. The bullets hit Amanda hard on the neck and she immediately covered it with her right hand. It reminded her of when a neighbor kid once shot her with a BB Gun. Only now it was rapid fire and it really hurt. She turned to face the copter partially protecting her face with the truck. They stopped shooting. Then they started again on her breasts. She was a big target and the truck didn’t cover much. They started for her face again hitting her forehead until she raised the truck back up again. Now she moved the truck up and down and started walking forward. The helicopter stopped shooting and though it was still too high for her to reach, it started backing away from her. She advanced faster sensing fear and then as quick as can be, brought the Big Suburban behind her and threw it point-blank into the copter. Gas, aviation fuel and ammo all exploded together in the air and the force of the impact brought the whole fireball down in an arc landing into small shopping strip just on the other side of the freeway.

The Major and the Captain of Hornet 2 acted more out of anger over their fallen comrades then any particular strategy as they swooped towards Amanda in a combined attack run. Amanda waved her hands in front of her face trying to fend off the bullets from her face and finally just covered her eyes and dipped her head as they flew by. As they flew behind her, she bent down and picked up cars from the lot and started throwing them at the two craft but missed them both. Truth was, Amanda never did throw very well and her size did nothing to improve that. That the first throw was so dead-on was partially due to the target being relatively stationary and part dumb luck.

Realizing that bullets weren't going to do much more than annoy her, the Major formed a plan to lure her over to the nearby field where they could file missiles at her with nothing but trees to hit if they missed.

Both helicopters turned around and made another run at her with their machine guns. Hornet 2 in a highly emotional voice announced his intention to fire a missile at the bitch with its targeting deactivated. The Major shouted "Negative!" but was too late. Hornet 2 was dangerously close before the missile was launched hoping to give her as little reaction time as possible. Still the bitch managed to duck to the side just in time to let it pass. The missile just missed crashing into the crowd of people gathered close to the destroyed overpass and slammed into the hillside behind them. The explosion killed and injured some people closest to it and knocked everyone but Amanda off their feet.

"Dammit Captain, I told you no missiles until we get her over to the field on the far side!"

"With all due respect sir, we haven’t got her to move anywhere she doesn’t want to go!"

In that, he was right. Part of the problem was that they had to fly so high to stay clear of her arms, that all they could really get a direct hit on was the top of her head, and her arms when they got in the way. While this was obviously causing her some discomfort, no serious damage was being done and she wasn’t being pushed anywhere.

Than it occurred to him that if they couldn't push her maybe they could pull her. If they dip down low towards the field maybe she would try to catch them, and they could lead her into position. Forgetting the insubordination for the moment, he discussed it with Hornet 2. They agreed that all they would try to appear to strafe her as they were now but at a dive that would cause the copters to dip low in the direction of the field to try to draw her chase.

That missile scared the @#%$ out of her. She somehow evaded it but couldn’t help from feeling damn lucky for having done so. Now they were swooping and shooting again. They were coming down lower. The bullets really hurt when they hit her face and she just knew it was only a matter of time before she got one in the eye. She blocked her face with her arms feeling the bullets pelt them red. Then she jumped up and reached for one just as it flew over her. Damn! They were still too high to reach! Amanda hated that. She had gotten used to the idea of there being no limits to what she could do. When the second one passed over, she bent down and threw a car at it. It missed, flying way too high. It was then that she noticed that they flew pretty low for a moment after they passed her and before they had rise to clear Building 4. Low enough for her to reach.

They were making a wide circle to come back for another round. She blocked her face as usual, but this time as they swung over, she broke out in a run chasing after them. Her feet smashed cars spectacularly and then plunged them into deep into the asphalt. It slowed her down a little and she never quite reached them. Might have scared them though.

Damn did you see how fast she moved? exclaimed one of the gunners. That’s OK, replied The Major, The important thing is we got her moving Next time we may even slow it down a little to keep her on our tail

Amanda saw that they were circling back around for another run. OK, she was going to have a plan this time. First, she need to get back as far as she could to get some running room.

Major! She’s walking back

@#%$! thought Spiegel, than he gave it some tactical consideration. OK," he spoke ship to ship, Were going in one at a time this round. Once she is done chasing me, she’ll pick you up before she thinks about walking back again. Any questions?

They came in one at a time this time. Upon seeing that, Amanda added something else to the plan. Nothing looked any different as the first copter made its attack run, she swung her arms as if to swat the bullets away, and then brought her hands to her right eye, cried out and quickly crouched holding her head down in pain. Maybe he’ll fly a little lower now, she thought. Then, with her hair hanging over her head to shroud her activity, she removed her hand, reached down to two intact cars by her feet and started to tear them into pieces.

Captain Marks in Hornet 2 saw her fall in pain instead of chase Hornet 1 He wanted to fire his last two missiles at her here and now but restrained himself since he had such bad luck last time. No, he was going to follow orders this time. On his approach, he was tempted to fly down lower, but again resisted. She could spring up any moment and then where would he be. "Gunners aim for her neck, maybe its not so damn thick as her head!" he commanded. He swooped in keeping his height, and sure enough, just as he was about to fly over her, she unfolded and sprang up.

Amanda pushed herself up as fast as she could and then shot her arms up spreading the car parts as wide and hard as she could. At least a couple of them made contact. She looked up to see the helicopter do a wobbling 270 degree spin and drop to her hip level about a couple of hundred feet out. Black smoke was coming out of the body. Amanda sprang into action baring down on the crippled craft.

She’s coming after us Captain! Marks struggled to stabilize the craft and then maxxed the throttle to get some lift. Power was definitely down. They were lifting but not very fast. He swung around to get some forward motion to buy some time and get out of her reach before she caught up with them.

Amanda smelled blood as she advanced on the gunship. She was getting closer but it was also getting higher. Alas, it had climbed just out of her reach by the time she caught up with it Their forward motion was about even and she saw that in two more steps she had another chance. She prepared for it, putting a little spring into her right foot before she planted the left down on the top of the firmly packed, two-story high mound of rubble that had been Building 1. Jumping for all she was worth she stretched her right arm out, swung it in a little and felt as her curved fingers crashed into the lower body of the aircraft. She slid the fingers in, brought up her thumb, until she had a good vise like grip on the machine.

The craft pulled but was not getting away. Fingers were pressing against something soft. She thought it was seating upholstery but it was actually the bodies of the two side gunners pressed between her fingers and the floor. Keeping her arm stretched out, she swung it down straight before her. It was unbelievably loud and she almost choked from the black smoke that was now blown straight into her by the rotor. It was also very unwieldy, bucking and twisting this way and that, as if she’d caught a hawk by its feet. She feared it might twist out of her grip or simply tear from its lower body and turn back and slice up her hand or arm with the rotor.

She looked to the ground and noticed she was standing in the street right in the middle of where the crowd fleeing from the buildings had been gathering essentially trapped by barriers both natural and giant-made. People were running from her feet in all directions. It was probable that there were quite a few smashed ones under feet. She couldn't tell; having just pounded on cars, broken pavement and building rubble, her feet weren’t presently at the height of their sensitivity.

The copter was still bucking and trying to pull its self away. She decided to give it its wish. She took a few steps back, swinging her arm towards the hillside and lowering her hand only a few degrees, simply let it go. The copter shot out from her hand straight towards the ground. It started to right itself but didn’t finish the job before the skids caught the dirt, toppling the rest into the hillside. The top rotor hit the ground breaking off while pushing the top outward and rolling downward. The carcass continued its bouncing roll down the hillside getting less recognizable with each turn until it was a nothing but a mass of twisted metal on the side of the road.

Two down! thought Amanda

Spiegel watched it all in horror. He just couldn’t believe how she just plucked the advanced war machine out of the sky and simply disposed of it like she was taking out the trash. Common sense told him to abort. He couldn’t take her out with three helicopters, now there was just his. On the other hand aborting was out of the question. He had destroyed two buildings , lost two helicopters, and his target was left with barely a scratch. How could he possibly return to the base now?

She would concentrate on him now. He was her only target, the sole focus of her wrath. Maybe he could use that. She would undoubtedly go after him after her success, and in doing so, he could lure her to the field at let her have it. He still had three missiles left. He swung a wide circle around her and positioned himself between her and the field. He ordered his front gunner to start shooting in short bursts. "Don’t risk running out of ammo, this may take some time."

Amanda watched the swarm of the crowd as it tried to find safety. Some were climbing over the concrete blocks of the former overpass. Others had tried to scale the hill but few were interested in that after the copter crash. The rest were just scurrying around aimlessly. How non-human they seemed. Scurrying around like cockroaches caught in the kitchen light at some of her boyfriends’ apartments. This wasn’t a crowd, it was an infestation.

Shooting from the last helicopter diverted her attention. Oh Geez, not again. It was keeping its distance, though the bullets were still reaching her. She was tired of the game now. She didn’t want to fight, she wanted to play! She reached down and grabbed a pickup truck that had thus far evaded her feet, (they were getting rare) and threw it hoping she would get lucky again and that would be the end of it. She missed, and it kept shooting. Bullets peppered her chest and neck causing little red blotches where they landed. They didn’t seem to hurt as much as before. Maybe it was the longer distance between them, may be she was just getting used to it, nevertheless it was still annoying. There would be no enjoying herself as long as this continued.

She picked up and threw a flattened car. It veered off like pie plate. Another car, a big Lincoln coupe, it went straight for its target, but the helicopter swerved to the side, evaded it, returned back to its position and started shooting again. @#%$! she said aloud and then heard cheering from the crowd. 'Little assholes!' She thought, 'cheer against her will they, I’ll take care of them in ,a minute!' She punctuated the last word with a damn good throw of another car that was again easily evaded. This repeated a few times: Step, throw, swerve, miss, shoot, step, throw, swerve, miss, shoot

She had stepped up to Building 4 where she noticed that her panties had fallen to the ground. Crouching down to pick them up she realized that the twelve-story building was shielding her form the shooting. That was a bit of a relief so she sat and rested for a moment relishing the familiar feel of the cars flattening under her bare ass.

Major Spiegel had been enjoying his (finally) success at luring her to the field so he was disappointed to see her duck behind the building. Still that was probably a good indication that the bullets were finally starting to get to her. Not that that should be any surprise. God knows how many rounds he had been bouncing off of her. He was tempted to swing around and see what she was up to but he was in no mood for some kind of ambush. He would wait a little longer.

Amanda looked at the red blotches up and down her arms from the bullets. They hurt to the touch and she didn’t like being marked up by something so insignificant. The damn thing was still waiting for her. She wadded up her panties while trying to think of a way to bring down that last machine. The panties kept unfolding in her palm. Hmmm’, she thought if, I could just get close enough,’. Well speed was one thing she could muster, so she wadded up the panties into a ball in her right hand, slapped a car into the same hand and grabbed a truck with her left. After calming her breathing and counting to three, Amanda burst up and tore around the corner toward her target as fast as she could. After about four of her giant steps she threw the truck without breaking her stride. Running and throwing made for a bad combination and the truck sailed way off its mark. She slowed down for the next throw. She had to as she had just stepped off the parking lot into the trees which were about knee high. They crunched down under her feet easily enough but it did slow her down. Still she was very close, almost as close as she had been with the first helicopter.

She passed the car, a blue minivan from her right hand to her left, wound up and gave it her best shot. The crumpled van sailed right on target giving the gunship almost no time to get out of the way. But it managed to anyway. "@#%$!" she repeated, She was all out of cars, and she glanced skeptically at the trees. But her hands weren’t completely empty, she took a few more steps toward the helicopter which was boldly holding its position. Transferring the flimsy garment from hand to the other, it felt like nothing compared to the cars but what the hell.

Spiegel was surprised but relieved to see her burst from her hiding place. He was again amazed to see how quickly she covered ground but that was fine, she was headed right where he wanted her. Still throwing cars, he carefully watched her hands after the first one went wide looking for tricks. Then she was in the field. Not far enough but close. The second throw was too fast and too damn close. It may have been little more than luck that he managed to dodge it. Now her hands were empty and she was still walking. Perfect. He was exactly at the angle he wanted. High, but still low enough to make her a large target. All three missiles were ready to go. He would fire them in sequence. She might avoid one but not all three.

She had something else in her hand. It was too small to be a car. It didn’t matter. A few more steps and it would all be over. Just let me see nothing but green behind you and we’re in business.

She threw her object. He couldn’t tell what the hell it was, some kind of black ball, but it was moving slow enough that he could make the minute swerve to miss it. Just as it was passing by he uncomprehendingly saw it unfold. But then he saw her one step from the perfect position. Then came the step. Whispering as his thumb contacted the missile launch button Say Good-bye you giant @#%$!

Amanda cursed as she saw the helicopter swerve aside of her panties. They stretched out just as they passed beneath the rotor which caused them to do a flip sending the outer tip to swing in close to the tail rotor. The material, 30 times its original thickness was sucked into the rotor jamming it immediately. Losing its inertial compensation, the copter swung violently counter-clockwise causing the rest of the panties to blanket the rear half of the craft getting sliced by the blades of the main rotor but busting them off in the process. The craft which like all helicopters, had been staying aloft by beating the air into submission, was now completely vulnerable to the air’s revenge.

The air for its part, did little more than make an introduction.

"Hornet 1, meet my friend - Ground."

And the two hit it off spectacularly. With the blades broken off, the engine revved into an ear-splitting whine the helicopter spun its way quickly down. On impact, a missile that was designed not to detonate without being launched, did anyway and there was yet another explosion for all ears for miles around. Amanda felt the heat of the blast and some metal parts hit and tore her dress. Her eyes took a moment or two to adjust themselves after the flash of the explosion.

Amanda stood and stared at the burning wreckage for a minute, proud of her work. Then she turned back to the buildings feeling confident and mean. At the edge of the parking lot, screaming and waving his hands was yet another naked man. She bent down snatched him up roughly, and without hesitation, stuffed him between her breasts which were wet with perspiration. She grabbed a breast with each hand and through her dress, kneaded and pumped them vigorously. He slid up and down between the wet massive mounds of flesh. He cried out, at the pummeling but his cries were intermittently muffled each time a breast would close in and engulf him.

Amanda kept this up as she walked to the end of the long Building 4. the ground shuddered as she plopped her butt heavily to the ground, squashing a few more cars and then she leaned her back against the building. The structure creaked and groaned but stayed intact. Finally she had a moment to relax and catch her breath. Remembering red blotches, the bullets had made, she looked at herself to inspect the damage. Surprisingly, her arms looked untouched. She rubbed her hands around all the exposed places that had been stung from the bullets and felt nothing. It was like nothing ever hit her.

She pulled the man from between her breasts and looked at him for a moment. This one was black. She hadn’t even noticed that before. In honor of the age old folklore, she squinted and checked the size of his penis. Pretty average, which basically coincided with her personal experience. It had been her experience that Italian men seemed to have the biggest dicks. Well them and blue-skinned four-thumbed aliens.

She stuffed the man back between her tits and squeezed them together with her hands while it occurred to her that any discussion of penis size was pretty much academic now. Unless, of course her alien friend pays her another visit. Suddenly she imagined her and the big, blue guy going at it right in the middle of the city, their naked bodies rolling over people and cars and into crumbling buildings in oblivious ecstasy. The thought excited her and the rubbing of her breasts took on a softer more sensual action, much to the relief her suspended prisoner.

As her fingers glided over her nipples she noticed for the first time that her little nipple riders were gone. Well that last battle did have her bouncing around a lot. She patted the dress fabric below her breasts and then around her waist but found no little bodies. She guess it was possible that they slid all the way down her dress without her noticing but as tight as her dress was, it didn’t seem likely. Of course this was a day of unlikely occurrences.

The mysteries of her missing nipple riders and her rapid healing were directly related. The same effect that had caused her growth and instant healing was carrying on at a much lower level, basically enough to effect repairs to her body using just as before, nearby flesh and bone as raw materials. Amanda’s healing came at the expense of her two nipple riders and six of eleven other people she had unwittingly stomped on recently.

Of course all this was completely unknown to Amanda and as she puzzled over this, she looked out past her bent knees at the group of people on the street who had not fled from her out-stretched feet. They were just standing dangerously close to her feet and staring. It was then that she realized that with her knees bent and her legs spread, she was displaying the mother of all beaver shots.

This thought amused and excited her. She was suddenly very aware of this part of her body and her fingers soon found themselves there beginning an exploration that was for the amusement of both her and her observers. Her cleavage climber meanwhile had so sooner managed to squirm high enough to get his head clear than he started yelling again. He didn’t seem to be yelling out of pain; he just like to yell.

Amanda was just about to stuff him back down when it occurred to her that there was no reason to let her fingers do the walking down there when this guy was so readily available. She plucked him out of her breasts and looked at him again, but this time only in consideration of his shape and size. She could feel the evil of her smile as she flipped him upside down with her fingers and brought him down to her sweet spot. Her hand paused only a moment as she looked at the astonished look of her audience and the now much more agitated yelling of her toy, before she shoved him unceremoniously between the lips of her vagina. To start, the most satisfying part was the instant muffling of his voice as her lips engulfed his head. Than he disappointedly bent over halting her progress at inserting him further. Strategically placed fingers straightened him out again and in he went.

He was so small. He barely made an impression within her. Still the way he wiggled and moved his arms was like nothing she ever felt there before. She could even feel the vibration from his yelling. With her thumb and fore-finger around his feet she pulled him almost all the way out. His yelling could be heard again. Doesn’t he ever stop to inhale? She pushed him in again and held him there relishing the subtle wiggling again. How odd she thought. It was like she had a big insect in there. Of course if it really had been an insect she would have been freaked out to the point of madness. But instead it was a whole human being (!) and that made it comfortable and , , , OK. Odd

She slid him in and out while thumbing her clitoris wishing he was about four times his present size. A man the size of an 8 or 9 inch @#%$! Now that would be cool! Of course, it wasn’t that he was too small, she was too big, and for the first time since this all began she actually wished she was smaller. She then thought if she couldn’t have one big man maybe a lot of little ones would do and cast an eye to the observers at her feet.

It was then that she again heard the sound of helicopters

Part 7

Oh, no, not again!
But even as she said that, she noticed that the sound was different than last time. Looking up she saw why. These were entirely different helicopters. Instead of the black insect like look of the military craft, these had the familiar and comparably friendly look of news helicopters. With the restricted airspace decree imposed by the military now effectively meaningless, they came in from all angles.
Amanda took the time to insert her man-toy way up inside her before she got up to get a full look around. There were about five of them buzzing around her while keeping a respectful distance. The cameras on their noses all pointed directly at her.
?es, I suppose I? quite a news story.?she imagined the promos: "Giant woman terrorizes city film at eleven!" ?hat?l perk up the ratings!?she thought. She enjoyed the camera? attention. This kind of shooting was much more like it! She smiled mischievously at one directly in front of her and then reached down with both hands to the hem of her dress and flipped it up exposing her bare crotch for a second.
"Bet they?l edit that one out before they put it on the air." Then she realized the folly of her statement. They won? wait until the evening news to air this! This story was in all senses of the word, too big! They are airing this live! On all networks! OJ? Bronco ride was nothing compared to this. In fact CNN was undoubtedly airing this world-wide.! What a thought! What a turn -on! That little beaver shot she gave them, was seen by millions across the world! She lifted her dress again, this time swiveling her hips a few times just to make sure no body missed it. As if.
Than she thought ?hat the hell, lets give them a real show!? And with that, she reached down to her dress again and pulled it up over her head. At that point, the whole world gazed together at the exceptionally voluptuous, strikingly beautiful, completely naked body of the 180 foot woman.
Amanda? first thought was what to do with her dress. Should she keep it with her? Would she need it in the future? The panties sure came in handy. But carring around a dress just wouldn? do. It would definately cramping her style. Hell she could always come back for it. What? gonna happen? Somebody steal it? Because it was the only large area without a fire, she laid it down over Building 4 basically covering it. Now she was truly free!
Being naked in the wide-open outdoors is something Amanda has only done rarely in the past and she relished the feeling of the sun and breeze on her body. She spread her arms out wide taking it all in and turned in circles to give everyone a full view. Then she started dancing a little as she smiled for all the cameras and gradually eased into one of her club routines as the ground below her was pounded into rubble.
When Amanda first started exotic dancing, she knew good and well what was going to attract the most attention and dance after dance she honed her skills at displaying them in the most varied and provocative ways. She now used those skills, calling on her most exploitive dance routine for all (practically literally) to see. She thrust her breasts out, held them high in her hands, smashed them together, squashed them against herself letting them bulge around her hands. She arched her back letting them spread to either side and danced over toward the street, bent over and let them swing like pendulums over a panicked crowd.
Amanda was loving it. On she danced, more confident and more brazen with each step. Giving it all for her viewing audience. Her live audience by contrast, was mostly fighting a losing battle to stay on their feet as the ground shook violently below them. There was also the occasional flying car to avoid as Amanda? footwork regularly scattered the vehicles to and fro.
The cameras remained glued to her every move and she relished the thought that whatever nasty move she made, was instantly viewed by shocked viewers world-wide. She imagined how it must look on their TV screens. This giant naked woman dancing around a parking lot. Though if it weren? for the background, it would just be her naked, dancing around. Then it dawned on her that they needed some sense of perspective. It was time to add some props to her routine. She made her way over to the freeway spread her legs wide and bent way down at the waist giving the three news copters behind her an unbelievable crotch-shot. While bent down, she looked over the lineup of untrodden cars stuck on the freeway. Amazingly enough, one of the cars actually had an occupant; one very terrified occupant as Amanda bent down further to look through the windshield. Amanda was tempted, but then thought better of torturing this soul in front of world-wide television. She chose an empty Lexus instead.
Standing up, she rolled the car up the side of her body as she swayed again to the music in her head, surprised again at how easily the car was getting battered in her hand by just holding it. Actually the rear wheels didn? roll too well either. Figuring it was in "Park" Amanda held the car it upside down by its sides with her right hand found the driveshaft running down the length of the sedan and plucked it out with the nail of her left index finger. Now it rolled just fine and she demonstrated the fact by rolling it down past her flat stomach right into her bush. Than she carefully turned it around and ran it up her body until it crashed into her left breast. Hearing the typical car-crash sound of metal bending and things coming loose while her boob simply jiggled a little amused her. She then rolled the car around, propped up her left breast a little with her right hand and balanced the car precariously on top. Then she bounced her breast a little with her hand as she watched the ride get bumpy for the luxury car. She pushed up hard and bounced the car from her left breast to her right.
She now regretted not choosing a car with a passenger as this was just too much an act of domination for just a inanimate object. Still, she figured her TV audience was getting quite a sight. One helicopter was noticeably closer than the rest and she could tell by the camera angle that it was zooming in right in on her chest action.
Titties and cars, what could thrill a man more than that? She bounced the car ruthlessly from one tit to another as the car rapidly went from luxury car to luxury wreck. Then the car found itself nose down in her cleavage. She obliged it by spreading her breasts apart for a moment. Just as the car slid between them, she smashed her tits together. The roof easily caved in, feeling to Amanda like a loosely wadded ball of foil. She released slightly and then pressed, crunching it even more. After a couple more times, she bent her legs, and released her breasts as she pushed up with her legs sending the wreckage hurtling out in an arc before crashing on top of some already flattened cars in a cacophony of metallic sounds.
Amanda smiled triumphantly at the cameras. Looking down at her mighty breasts, her smile turned to a look of slight dismay as he gazed at the road grime that had rubbed off the car? underside. Than she noticed her nipples, which had become quite extended from her play. She decided she wasn? done with her car dance yet. She turned around and went back for two more cars. She chose two sedans of roughly the same size, each equipped with a glass moonroof. Palming the floorpan of each, she brought them up to each breast and then ever so slowly pushed each nipple through a sunroof. The glass of each shattered into those tiny little squares that felt like sand to Amanda. Then steadying each car carefully, she let go of each and opened her arms wide as each car hung suspended from a breast.
Amanda slowly turned around so all could see her trick and then slowly started to swing her hips back into a dance. She started taking careful steps in the direction of the trapped crowd on the street between the office park and the hillside. She wanted to suspend the cars over their heads. Her game finally ended when after a few steps, her right breast jiggled off its car and the left one fell while she moved to catch the first. She caught them both and standing at the edge of the crowd, she started to caress herself with each. Looking down the crowd at her feet she had a feeling reminiscent of dancing at the stage and looking down at the slobbering patrons. Thus, she was now playing more to the crowd than the cameras as she spread her legs wide intimidating them with her crotch as she ran the cars down each cheek of her ass and down the backside of her thighs. Then she brought each car right side up on either side of her belly button. Resting the car on each palm she lifted them up towards the underside of each breast. As roofs made contact with each breast a contest began. The breasts started to raise up but as more of their weight rested on the cars the roofs began to buckle. Glass that had not yet broken now did explosively and the sound was complemented the sound of creaking metal as supposedly protective passenger cages folded in on themselves. Amanda cooed at the sound enjoying the thought of these cars getting crushed by the overwhelming weight of her impressive bosom.
Well guys, when its tits vs. cars, I guess tits win. So now you know.
Tits!? Funny how she was using that word in her mind. It has never been one of her favorite terms for the subject at hand. Aside from its mild vulgarity, it really seemed to be describing something smaller. It? a small word. Small and simple - more appropriate in describing just the nipple maybe. Of course, some women she knew, that? all they had; poor things. And "boobs" ! That just sounded adolescent. She had boobs when she was in high school.
Amanda preferred the word breasts. Now that word worked. Still single-syllable yet soft, round, and even a little complex. Breasts were what she had. Large breasts. And she couldn? help but suspect that they somehow had a lot to do with her present situation. She knew she was pretty. You can? be a woman of 24 and not know whether you were pretty or not. She was. But clearly if she had to point to anything in her life that was extraordinary?ell it was fairly obvious wasn? it?
And this wasn? new. Quite frankly it seemed that the size of her breasts had been the cause of a lot of things in her life. Since they first began emerging as something clearly beyond ordinary back in the spring of her14th year, her breasts have always seemed to be the touchstones of her identity. She remembered way back when some of her girl friends were huddled around a Playboy Magazine one of the girls swiped from her Father? collection. "Gosh Amanda, you should be in here!" one of them said, "yours are much bigger than hers!" . It wasn? "you?e just as pretty as she is!" No, it was all about her boobs. . Suddenly, that summer she was attracting a whole new level of attention. She couldn? simply go swimming anymore. At the river she was suddenly this eye magnet for all males of all ages and her swimsuit choice was simply a choice of how blatant she was going to have to be. Plenty of fights with Mom on that one. She had older boys interested in her. That was pretty exciting, but riding in their world affected how she looked at her old friends and vice versa. They so much like little kids now, not to mention the conflict and secrets she now had with her family. Some of this was just being a teen-age girl to be sure, but her breasts definitely had their own special impact. She had to judge every man who paid attention to her as to how interested he was in the rest of her. And they effected the men she lost too, as many just proved too distracted to give her any real attention.
In school, her new appendages quickly gave her an image she would have had to be a saint to shake off, and she wasn? interested in being that good. She was aware of the nicknames: "Twin Peaks", "Double Bubble", "Dual Airbags" and others. Even one of her boyfriends had been called the "mountain climber". Out of school, the names subsided but the attitude largely remained. Every male (and many female) introduction was a test of how long someone could look her in the eye and she became an connoisseur the varieties of the dropped glance, the quick passing peak, the flat-out stare from across a room, not to mention the accidental brush in crowds.
And then the clothes! She could hardly think of a single article of clothing that had been bought without some consideration to how it worked around her chest. Amanda had repeatedly vacillated from trying minimize their presence which was more effective in hiding the rest of her quite thin figure, to saying "screw it" and flat-out showing them off. There really was no in-between. And it kind of bugged her that outfits which looked sexy on her friends often seemed to cross the line into slutty for her.
This isn? to say that she didn? like her breasts. In fact she? probably admit that they were worth the trouble. She herself, liked how she shaped her clothes, and how she looked out of them. She worked hard to keep the rest of her thin and well toned. When she was in a cocky mood, she? claim. "They?e not so big, I? just too thin for them."
She knew she was envied by other women and that was cool. And she relished the power they had over men. Once sexually active, she could pretty much snag any man she set her sights on and with the right moves, get just about whatever she wanted from them, though that was probably the reason why she had so much trouble having respect for any of them. And lets not forget how wonderful her breasts feel during lovemaking. Needless to say, her breasts receive an inordinate amount of attention during sex. Some other large breasted women she talked to have said that they tire of this, that their breasts really aren? all that sensitive. One swore she had calluses. Not a problem for Amanda. The right action on her breasts can drive her crazy.
So Amanda and her dynamic duo have been around together for about ten years now. Her working at the dance club almost had the sense of submitting to the inevitable.
That little alien guy at the club was obviously checking them out. The big alien guy wasted no time in pawing them either.
By now, the said breasts had completed their damage to the cars as their weight was being transferred to the sides and starting to envelop them. Amanda enjoyed this destruction-by-tit all too well and wasn? done yet. Easing off and then lowering the cars just below, their massive tormentors, she paused and then bent her legs suddenly while keeping the cars in place causing her breasts to bounced on their already deformed roofs. The delightful crashing sounds encouraged Amanda to do it again, and again, each time she spread her legs little more and squatted a little lower.
The crowd was just too dense and the escapes too few and narrow, for it to back away from her to any significant degree. Plus, most were too either too transfixed or terrified to turn their eyes away from her; the latter possibly conflicted on whether to be concerned with the incredible destruction of the cars above them or the steady lowering and approaching of the vast bulk of her all-too intimidating body lead by the black-over glistening pink of her womanhood.
That was an area Amanda herself suddenly became aware of. After her last little body drop, she felt a little tickle between her legs. It continued, turning into more of an oozing feeling which ended suddenly. Amanda bent over, spread her breasts to the sides and looked down to see her former @#%$ man - long forgotten - slide out of her vagina and fall in a wet, slimy and obviously dead heap on the ground.
Down below, deep within the crowd stood a 5?0" man in his late 20s with an athletic build, hispanic and like many, the beginnings of a sore neck. Carlos knew he was doing the wrong thing. What he should be doing was to plow and fight his way through the crowd, climb over the concrete wreckage of the overpass, and flee to safety. Instead, he was simply staring up at beautiful but monstrous giantess in awe?as were most of the people around him. He told himself, that it was important for his safety to keep an eye on what she was doing, where her feet were landing and so forth but in reality, he just couldn? take his eyes off the spectacle.
She was practically standing right over him. One leg towered above him to his right, the other was to his left. His nostrils were filled with the musky odor of her. He had just watched the unbelievable scene of her smashing two cars with her tits and pieces of the cars had been falling and injuring people not far from him. He had just noticed how much closer her frightening yet fascinating @#%$ was getting when something appeared out of it and abruptly fell to the ground. About halfway down he realized it was a human body. He heard the body thud but the crowd blocked his view of it? hitting the ground. Morbidly he craned his neck to see. During this time she was strangely quiet and inactive. Carlos looked up frequently to see her just looking around. Oddly, he was starting to fear her a little less. The targets of her attacks seemed to be very specific, mostly people she knew and didn? like and those who attacked her. For the most part, she just seemed to be enjoying putting on a show at the expense of a few cars.
After her little @#%$ man fell to the ground, the crowd let out a collective gasp loud enough that Amanda heard it over the din of the helicopters. For all the death and carnage witnessed by this crowd, most all of it was seen from at least some distance as opposed to being dropped in their lap like this; and from that most absurd, intimidating and down right spooky of places.
It was not lost on the helicopters either. Three of them clearly had their cameras aimed directly at the body between her feet. The two others apparently missed it with one off looking training its camara the burning buildings.
Amanda began to feel funny about it as if she accidentally pooped or something. Actually the feeling was more complex, like that strange mix of the embarrassment you feel when you wet your panties in public combined with the kind you feel when you are seen to have murdered someone in front of a world-wide audience.
For the first time, she took a good look at the destruction all around her. The hillside in front of her was scared with the crater from the missile impact and the subsequent collision of the helicopter from which it came. It was now a nearly unrecognizable carcass just a few steps away. A blazing fire in the forest marked another dead helicopter and yet that fire was minuscule compared to that of Buildings 2 and 3 and the cratered lot in between. Even if it all wasn? her doing, she was certainly the cause, the real details would only be of concern to military strategists.
Of course some things were clearly her doing. The two crushed police vehicles were not too hard to pick out among all the other flattened cars in the lot due to their larger (if equally two dimensional) size, bright police markings, and a noticeable amount of blood mixed in with the auto fluids. Most of Amanda? footprints had become drainage pools for the tons of gasoline squeezed out of flattened cars and many were brightly lit from the spreading fires. The creek was on fire for the same reason. If the wind wasn? blowing to the north It would have smoked her out of this place long ago. Continuing her circular sweep, there were her distinctly formed butt-prints of more flattened cars on the freeway, and the fire from the impromptu mating of Army helicopter and police truck showed that the other side of the freeway wasn? totally safe from the carnage. Of course the rather large pillars of black smoke a few miles northeast attested to that as well.
Continuing her pan to the right, from the distant fires, her eyes followed a clear trail of destruction that led back to the completely demolished freeway overpass nearly at her feet. And of course we cannot forget the twenty-foot high pile of rubble that used to be an entire office building.
OK, so she had destroyed a few things and killed a few people. And in the public? eye she was a mass-murdering monster. A little sexy for a monster, yes; but a monster none the less. There is probably not a damn thing she could do about it now. And with this kind of exposure, she?l undoubtedly go down as one of the biggest (so to speak) murderers of the century.
Yup, Adolph Hitler, Joseph Stalin, Pol Pot, and Amanda Larkin. The 20th Century? big four. "Click here to see footage of Amanda in action."
But hell, what can you expect? She was big, they were little. Big things kill little things. End of story. Aside from that, these little were trying their best to kill her. And its not like there aren? little committees of military tacticians huddled in all five sides of the Pentagon right this instant figuring out ways to do just that. And they?l probably succeed. It? not as though she can stay awake for ever, and she can't exactly hide.. When she can? fight them off, a well placed bomb, poison gas - there will be plenty of ways to kill her.
So there you have it. She can have at it all she wants as long as she stays awake, but when she finally falls asleep, that? it.
So what the hell did she care of public opinion?
She didn?.
She was gaining an inner strength from the thought. What did she care of killing these tiny people? They are going kill her, right? It was just a matter of time, right? So she didn? care?he just didn? care! Something was building up inside her with this thought. She felt it. Compassion was a waste of time here, and she could tell that tossing the last shred of it would bring her strength, and freedom. She was cutting the last link to the ball & chain of her conscience.
I DON? CARE! she said aloud. Very loud in fact. I DON? GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ANY OF YOU and she lifted her left foot and stomped it down on her former @#%$ man for emphasis, spectacularly squashing a few nearby Her foot made a deep impression in the ground knocking the entire crowd off their feet from the impact.

Carlos lifted his head from the ground. He was thoroughly dazed. His ears rang, the ground was broken into sharp cervices below him, and there were bodies on top of him. For a moment he completely forgot where he was and what had happened. But it all came back to him quickly. He remembered the Giantess. It only took a second or two to remember it all. And he realized what a mistake he made lessening his fear of her. The confusion was gone and the mandate was clear: Get the hell out of there!
Carlos thrashed the bodies off of him and got to his feet. He pushed at the people ahead of him trying to get them to move. Others around him were doing the same. The crowd was moving but not getting anywhere, they were just compressing themselves. The way out was just too slow and narrow Hearing a loud metallic crash, he tuned and looked back just in time to see one of the tit-battered cars land just past her leg right on some in the daring but clearly failed attmpt to run around her.

A familiar softness under her foot told Amanda that there had been more people there than her already dead @#%$-man. No...she couldn? feel bad about that. This was a test of her new resolve.
...and she passed it.. She didn? feel bad about a thing.
In fact, she felt good about it. What a perfect way to prove her point! She felt this incredible sense of release. It was somewhat like when she had removed all her clothes, a few minutes ago, only better. This time she felt it radiate out from deep within her. She looked down and saw tiny little arms and legs sticking out from around her foot. To demonstrate her resolve, her mouth formed a great big evil grin and that expression protected her from any encroaching feelings of remorse.
'Lets do it again!', she thought. ?ust to make sure.? She lifted her right leg. The crowd was really trying to get away in earnest now but it was no use. Between the steep hillside and the huge concrete blocks of the destroyed overpass, there just wasn? any room. Some made the braver move of darting around to the side of her. Spying this, she became aware that she was still holding a battered car in each hand. She let them drop behind her, right on top of the fleeing people. Amanda casually found a spot in front of her where her foot would land on nothing but people. She was going to stomp hard at first, but then changed her mind and brought her foot down in a casual fashion. It was a good move. It was both more satisfying and more impressive to be able to crush them all without putting any real effort into it.
Whoa! And it felt so much cooler! She felt the brief instant that her feet hit their heads and toppled the little bodies to the ground. After that, the crunch of what seemed like a thousand bones as her foot met the resistance of the ground with nothing but the bodies in between. She could swear she felt every single bone snap; each one causing a delightful little tingle. It almost tickled. A dozen lives snuffed out with a step of her foot, and she was thinking about how it tickled! Oh Yeah, she was free all right! She was amazed at the completeness of her disregard. But there it was, so she might as well go with it!

There was terror and confusion all around Carlos and he, himself was feeling no different. He didn? have a clue of where to go or how to get there. The crowd around him would surge one way or the other but never made any real progress in their escape. Movement to his left drew his attention to the Giantess' other leg lifting from the crowd. He then watched it come back down. At first relieved that it didn? come down on him, he then saw that it was landing where the crowd was as tightly packed as where he was. The people were crammed into place with no chance of getting away. The huge foot moved down slowly enough that he could see the dozens of hands lift and touch the foot? sole as if to push it away, but the foot continued unabated. Carlos watched the sole disappear below the field of heads in the crowd. Soon he heard the screams and anguished cries take a heightened, more frenetic tone which was quickly accompanied by the slightly muffled sound snapping bones which blended into the now familiar sound of cracking pavement.
God it was horrible; did she actually do that intentionally? Or did she just step forward carelessly on her way to....where? Beyond the crowd was only the steep hill.
The foot was now rising again. The giantess stooped forward a little to examine her foot print and as the her face peered forward from behind her breasts, Carlos spied the smile on her face. My God, she meant to do it! She? stepping on us for fun! The crowd panicked further and tried to flee harder but is was the same old story, everyone just forced themselves into the people in front of them with little if any real forward movement.
Of course her murderous wading into the mass of trapped people now had all the helicopters?complete attention and they practically collided with one another trying to get the best view of the carnage. Amanda decided to oblige the cameras by lifting her right foot and stepping back a bit, letting everyone see the gory details. It actually wasn? quite as bad as one would imagine. The bodies still looked largely intact, particularly from Amanda? viewing distance. Crammed together as they were, the bodies squished sideways against one another limiting their ability to burst open. The zooms on the cameras revealed how the victim? clothes mostly covered the areas where the bodies had broke open and contained the bulk of the squeezed-out insides. The massive pool of blood was only beginning to form.
?ell there? no turning back now?thought Amanda, and again she felt empowered by this freedom from public opinion and any moral or ethical restraints. She could do whatever she wanted. It didn? matter now. She had first killed only by accident, and then for self-protection. But now it was just for fun and in full view of millions. How could they judge her any worse than they had already? They were clearly going to kill her as soon as they figured out how, so what did it matter? There was nothing left to do but indulge herself.
And that was just what she was going to do. She looked at the helicopters, most of which were still looking at the footprint of squashed people. Amanda? mind flashed scenes of TVs in living rooms with families gathered all around - in Europe anyway since it was evening there. She thought of her violnet antics viewed with multiplicity in sports bars and electronics stores. Her big ol?tits and @#%$ were sprayed accoress the diamondstar screen in Times Square, in embassies, head? of state offices, even the vatican. She imagined that anyone with the remotest access to a TV was glued to it, shocked at what they had seen and waiting for her next move. She decided not to disappoint them.
YOU THINK THAT? SHOCKING? she spoke to the nearest helicopter... I? JUST GETTING STARTED!
The entire crowd jumped out of their skins at the sudden sound of her voice. The outburst was fearful on many levels. First, while her merest whisper would have been heard by all, she blasted her words in a loud angry voice. Her voice boomed in the air with a volume and clarity that no concert sound system could hope to achieve. Her last words were followed by the terrible crushing by her feet. And then there were the words themselves: Angry if she were responding to some heated argument. And to say that the threat implied by that last statement was worrisome would be the epitome of understatement.
Without a moment? hesitation after her declaration, she stepped forward into the crowd effortlessly snuffing almost two dozen more lives. Bending at the waist, she stretched her hands straight down from her shoulders into the crowd. Fingers pointed inward, she dragged her hands toward each other, scooping up as many of the people between them as she could. With the soft writhing mass lightly pressing against each palm, she quickly lifted her hands to about face level.

Carlos quickly gave up on pushing his way through and resorted to simply grabbing the persons in front of him and throwing them behind him. So intent was he on his escape he didn? even fully make out the next string of words that boomed from her mouth. Something about "shocking" but Carlos didn? really give a @#%$ at the moment, he was getting the hell out of there.
Suddenly everything was in shadow. Almost right afterward a thick mass of black wires hung down from the sky which Carlos immediately recognized as her hair. He instinctively twisted around and looked up. Her upper body was bent parallel to the ground and her giant breasts hung directly over Carlos?head. All his motor functions basically went null as Carlos stood with is eyes transfixed on those huge balls of flesh wobbling above him. He noticed her down-stretched arms only a split second before a mass of bodies collided with him causing him to double over on top of the crowd. They were being scooped forward by Amanda? left hand and Carlos found his face smashed into the corrugated, rubbery but warm palm. More bodies landed upon his back. He clawed at the people below to pull himself forward out of the pile while those on top of him were doing the same to him. Still, he made some progress, getting his head over the back of her palm when he turned around to fend off some people and found his face smashed against some guy's knees.
Just then, Carlos and everything around him, lurched upward with a speed that made Carlos feel like he just swallowed a softball. The guy on top of him continued to struggle pounding Carlos?face and chest with his knees and feet respectively, when all of a sudden he was gone! The man had successfully wiggled himself free from the crowd and hands only to fall a hundred feet or so to his death. Carlos could now see around him though mostly he saw peoples heads and the massive side of the Giantess other hand. Then, with a whoosh, the hand lifted and was gone from sight. Carlos was now looking directly at the Giantess?beautiful if impossibly large face with green eyes the size of windows. He had only a moment to consider the evil grin on her face when the world fell. It felt like being turned inside out yet that horrible feeling soon became secondary when Carlos saw their destination.

Never before when picking up people had she been so rough and hap-hazard. Her grip was only tight enough to keep of the bulk of the bodies in place and at least four wiggled free from the edges of her palms or between her fingers only to fall to their deaths as she lifted them high up from the ground.
Satisfied with her handfuls, she straightened up with her arms outstretched, right palm over the other forming a hand sized humanity sandwich. She turned toward the majority of the copters to make sure they had a good view, then she lifted her top hand and then in one sweeping motion, bowed her legs out a little, swung her left hand down and mashed the contents of her left hand into her crotch. She followed by rigorously rubbing her hand up and down, grinding the hapless victims deeper into her bush. Bodies fell from the sides of her palms with each stroke. Others were getting hopelessly tangled in her pubic hair while her fingers worked hard at clamping on bodies on each upstroke and inserting them into her vagina with each downward rub. The feeling was phenomenal. Heads, arms and hands all moved about her clitoris while at the same time she was now getting consider movement from multiple writhing bodies inside her vagina.

The hand was dropping fast and it felt to Carlos that not all parts of him were falling at the same rate. As the thick black triangle of the Giantess?bush rushed up rapidly toward him, it barely had time to register in Carlos?mind before he was thrown into its upper edge. Her pubic hair softened the collision though Carlos soon found him immersed in the wiry stuff. It reminded him of a mass of black fishing line and he was almost immediately tangled in it. For which he was quickly grateful as the giant hand slid down below him taking most of the other people with it. Carlos dove his hands into the hair to brace against toppling over. Then the hand came back and engulfed him again. It slid downward again tugging Carlos a little but not enough that he wasn? again at risk of falling. Carlos suddenly became the hand? biggest fan and each time it came upward, he tried to pull himself deeper within it
Of course their were horrors in here as well. Bodies were getting rubbed against her mons and each other without mercy. Looking down, Carlos could see people getting sandwich between fingers and being pulled down, never to reappear. Carlos didn? need it spelled out for him where they were going and started to panic at the thought of it.

"YES!" cried the exuberant Amanda. Whether from the actual feeling or the brazen audacity of it all, it felt great. Then she noticed her empty right hand. Amanda saw no reason for this hand to remain idle so keeping her left hand against her crotch, she bent down for another handful of screaming writhing and occasionally falling little human bodies.
After thinking a moment, Amanda, bent her knees wide and arched her back rearward. Assuming a position well rehearsed in her dance routines, Amanda bent back until her chest between her widely spread breasts was nearly horizontal. Suspending her right hand above her she opened her fingers wide sprinkling her upper chest with her little friends. Only one bounced over her side with the rest settled between the upper rise of each breast. As Amanda straightened up and they all tumbled deeper in her cleavage even as the two double-garage sized mounds of flesh closed in on them. With a little additional support from Amanda? right arm and hand, the two soft warm globes crashed together with the majority of the ten remaining persons suspended between them.
Amanda kneaded her breasts wildly with her arm as her left hand resumed its administrations. She watched as one man on top was worked upward until he bounced completely up in the air by a strategic push on her left tit. He landed right on top of the same and slid forward and down toward the nipple. Amanda dipped the cup of her hand forward caught him and resumed, grinding him between nipple and palm. This felt so great that she decided to leave her crotch on auto pilot for the moment and divert attention to both her breasts. Three people fell into her hand when she removed it from her crotch and were promptly thrust against her left nipple. Seeking symmetry, her right hand retrieved two additional people she allowed to slip through her breasts and suddenly all three found themselves rubbed mercilessly around her right nipple.
Sandwiched between her hand and her @#%$, Carlos had been worked down close to the top of her the folds of her vagina. His arms were wrapped around a protrusion of soft skin he suspected was her clitoris. All he knew for sure was that by hanging onto it for dear life he was escaping the fate of those below him who one by one had almost all been inserted into her by her all powerful fingers never to be seen or heard again. Many others around him had fallen off or been crushed by the hand? rhythmic movements.
Suddenly the hand stopped its movement below him. It was tilted out a bit and without the pressure of the hand on his back, Carlos lost his hold and fell with two others into the cupped fingers.
It almost felt restful for a split second before the hand made a lurching move upward. The massive wobbling globe of her left breast swooped down on Carlos and two people with him, crashing into and all around their battered bodies. Their was softness and warmth here, but the potential for pleasure was dashed by the relentless moving of her hand all around the breast forcing the three bodies against each other and the continuous raking over the nipple, which far from the sweet, soft little nubbins Carlos always cherished, was a malevolent porous stump that was about the same size and only a little softer than of a three foot high stack of tires.
Amanda took it all in hungrily. She had fifteen or so people working for her either through stimulation or domination. She looked up and saw the helicopter cameras taking it all in. ?h you little newsies, you just can? get enough of it can you?? Scenes that had been too hot for cable were now out there for the world to see.
The action was starting to build, her nipples felt like they were going to explode, their was some great churning in her @#%$, but feelings were a little light in her clit area. So she returned her left hand to her crotch and instantly things started to happen. She had one body between her thumb and fore-finger and was rubbing it savagely against her swollen nub. She was swinging her right hand and the people in it from one nipple to another trying to make neither feel neglected. The people in her cleavage were slipping between the two undulating mounds and falling to their deaths one-by-one like sand in an hourglass. Amanda pay them no mind as she felt herself building to a climax.
Carlos was just getting used to the giant tit when it was gone, as were his two companion victims and he found himself face first into her clitoris again. He was alone. The giant thumb and forefinger held him firmly as he was ground deeply in and around her clit. That special fold of skin pummeled his face and pressed up and down his body. His clothes had already been torn to shreds and now the rags were one-by-one forced off of him. Carlos found himself delirious as the rubbing continued. From the action, pain, and fatigue not to mention the incredible aroma of the situation, Carlos was starting to loose consciousness.
She wondered what kind of orgasm it would be. She hoped for one of those with a long crescendo maybe even a double a followed by a long lazy return as opposed to one with a quick explosion followed by an equally quick...
She stopped. She didn? want to orgasm. Or rather she didn? want the come down afterward. Amanda was no stranger to post-coital regret and given the circumstances she could have a lot to regret. She couldn? risk that. She wasn? about to risk her feeling of empowerment so soon after she gained it. So she stopped and let the wave of euphoria pass over her. She looked at the helicopters with their cameras, and gave them a little smile. Then she casually opened her hands dropping what people remained in them, and just as casually brushed off the remaining people from her crotch and between her breasts. Those in her vagina, she left alone.
By the time the giantess?hand pulled Carlos away from her @#%$, He could barely notice it. Then, in his stupor, still suspended between thumb and fore-finger, his head fell back and he stared upward at the bottoms of her breasts again. He actually long to be pressed into them again, crushed against those big warm pillows.
Suddenly the fingers released him. He was free! He was floating. But the nice breasts shot upward away from him, the wind was rushing up behind him and then.....

It was a good move. She saved her orgasm for later and she still felt conscience free. In fact, even more so. With such a display as she just gave, there was definitely no turning back. She was free to do whatever she wanted because nobody was going to change their mind about her now.
She looked again at all the devastation she had wrought now with the added garnish of the twenty or so disfigured bodies at her feet. Fine work, but it was time to blow this place. She looked south toward the gleaming towers of downtown and then caught a glance of her shadow. Late morning she guessed. Time to do some shopping in the city.

Part 8

Turning toward the rubble of the former overpass she had plowed through seemingly so long ago, she took one, no… two steps into the dense crowd without hesitation. Each step brought the brief crescendo of multiple anguished cries of doomed desperation quickly silenced and followed by the now familiar tingle of muffled crunching under the whole of her foot. She attempted non-chalance but still couldn't help but notice the sharpness of the crackling beneath the heels and balls of her feet compared to the delicacy of the same feeling in her arch as her foot sink into the surface. ‘Sick observation’, she thought briefly but she still felt completely immune from sympathy. She liked less, the feeling of greasy body parts sticking to her feet as they lifted from the ground but found scraping them across the rubble of the overpass to be a useful antidote. The rubble itself was covered by people climbing their way though the large chunks of concrete. Amanda's foot came down and crushed them just the same. Even those who dropped between the chunks perished as the foot baring Amanda’s weight full weight smashed the huge chunks into dust.

She now stood atop the inbound lanes of the freeway, which stretched like a long black ribbon straight into downtown. Because of Amanda's earlier demolition work on the overpass, the two sides of the freeway were in total contrast. Two her right, the lanes heading into town were completely empty. The outbound side however, was completely jammed as far as Amanda could see. It was bad enough that she completely cut the lanes off but the mere sight of her caused accidents all the way up the road. It was particularly bad at every exit as panicked drivers trying to make quick escapes had collided with drivers who were simply transfixed by the unbelievable scene before them.

So while it would have been an easy stroll to town up the empty lanes, she couldn’t keep her attention from the other side. In the couple of hours since everything came to a stop, most people had gotten out of their cars and walked closer to get a better look at Amanda and her adventures. The high bluff this side of the office park blocked much of the goings on further encouraging people to come closer.

But not any more. Amanda watched as the freeway crowd tried to force its way back between the cars away from her as fast as they could. And of course it amused her. She decided to raise the panic level up just another notch. With her right foot planted in the right inbound lane, she swung her left out to the farthest outbound lane and brought it down on top of a pickup truck and a hatchback.

With her leg straddling eight lanes, she brought her hands to her hips and gave her most intimidating glare. Even running away, she knew they couldn't keep their eyes off her. And she watched as her pose had its effect. The little people were stumbling into each other at an even greater rate. And then her voice repeated what her body posture already said. "RUN IF YOU WANT BUT I OWN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU! YOU ARE ALL MINE!" And then she laughed. This was really fun! "ANYONE NEED A RIDE? HERE, I'LL MAKE SOME ROOM FOR YOU!"

With that, she brought her right hand down between her spread legs and fingered the little bodies in her vagina. They felt quite lifeless so she slid them out and let them fall. The two slimy wet bodies hit one of the inside guardrails and made little pathetic lumps on the ground. Two more bodies soon joined them.

"SEE? PLENTY OF ROOM! HMM, NO TAKERS? OH YEAH, THE TRAFFIC’S BACKED UP! I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, I’LL COME TO YOU!"

Amanda laughed again as she lifted her left leg, and swung it back inward and started to slowly walk down the empty side of the freeway. As she did, she stretched her right hand out to the condos slightly below shoulder height on the bluff, poked an extended finger through a wall and dragged it through unit by unit as she walked.

She took her time, walking slowly, enjoying the view of people fleeing her on the freeway. The smart ones went to the side and tumbled down the banks of the raised freeway, but it was amazing how many people simply fled down the length of the road as if they were going to outrun her. Of course they were jamming themselves up in the narrow aisles between the cars. Backed up as they were, no one was willing to jump the center guard rails and accompany the Giantess on her side of the freeway. Amanda was particularly amused at growing number of people simply running on top of the cars, one after another down the lanes.

She wished she could hear the panic but the five helicopters buzzing around her prevented that. She quickly caught up to the crowd despite her slow stroll and felt like it was almost anticlimactic to simply pass them by without doing something. Then, a few steps later something caught her eye. She had been seeing people leap out of their cars and join the stampede but for the first time she noticed someone from the crowd duck into a car. For no other reason than the fact that he did something unexpected, she decided to stop and check him out.

Almost doubly amusing is the car he chose as his shelter. An old original VW Beetle with one of those big cloth sunroofs. Amanda quickly bent down and picked up the little car. She didn't miss how many of the people running near the car lost their footing and just fell all over the place as she bent over. The ones under her pendulum-like breasts seemed particularly paralyzed. She straightened up and brought the little car before her face. Again, she was disappointed at how the car's sheet metal seemed to crumble at her finger tips from the mere act of picking it up. She wasn’t interested in destruction for a change, just a close look. She couldn't resist however sheering the fabric roof back with her finger nails.

The man, a little bookish-type fellow cowered in his seat, finding no place to hide. She brought the car right up to her face with the windshield as close to her right eye as possible without it going out of focus. " HI THERE!" Is all she could think of to say. Frankly, she didn't think of anything else to do with him. She knew people all around her, and all around the world were wondering what she was going to do next to her captive, so she decided to do the most unexpected thing. She smiled, bent down and placed the car on her side of the freeway and simply let it go.

"BYE BYE!" She said cheerfully, and watched as the little car, apparently with a newly bent axle or frame or something, zigzagged its way down the empty lanes like a scurrying little rodent. ‘How could anyone expect me to think of them as people when they behave so much like dumb little animals?’ She thought.

Amanda set out to continued her walk. After only a few steps, she caught up to the crowd again, and before long, she saw someone else duck into their car. And again this prompted her to pick it up. The car she reached for was bigger this time. In fact it was a big black Mercedes. The biggest sedan they made, she was fairly certain. Just the same, her fingertips still caved in the sheetmetal as she grasped the car. This one also had a sunroof and it was open. As she peered down through the roof opening she was amazed that she was looking at just the top of his gray haired head. How can he possibly not look at a giant woman's face staring down at him?’ She wondered. Then she realized. Of course! With the car held cross-ways about a foot (to her) below her eyes, he was staring point blank into her tits! Mesmerized probably.

This was nothing new to Amanda of course. Men have had a difficult time making eye contact with her since she was about fourteen. Usually their faces were aimed in the right direction, but the eyes invariably stared downward. The really crass ones didn't bother to hide it at all and just pointed their noses right at her big valley as the peepers locked on. Her nose could have twisted upside down and they would never have noticed. Such was the case with this character though admittedly, the circumstances were a little more extraordinary.

"PRETTY AMAZING, AREN'T THEY!" she said, finally causing him to break out of his trance and look up. "AND THEY SEEM TO BE GETTING BIGGER AND BIGGER." She slowly moved the car closer to her left breast until the nipple pressed against the driver side window. Pulling the car away just a bit, the nipple quickly stiffened a little from the attention. She then brought her right hand up between her and the car, spread her fingers and strummed the nipple up and down with all four fingers bringing it to rock-hard attention. "HERE, HAVE ANOTHER LOOK!", and she brought the nipple to the window again. This time she pressed in a little harder, the breast just started to spread on the car's side before the glass shattered and the nipple burst in, practically filling the circumference of the window frame,. Amanda could feel the man's upper body squirm and arms thump against the stiff but resilient protrusion as it pressed him to the center of the car. Apparently, his legs were trapped under the steering wheel.

She moved the car up, down and in a circular motion, with the nipple still inside, each movement making it stiffer and longer. Both the driver and his corner of the interior were getting thrashed pretty good and she even noticed that the door frame was starting to bend outward despite the make's undisputed reputation for strength and solidity. Amused, she shook the car more rapidly, pulling the nipple harder against the frame's edges when…

Poof !! Something kicked her nipple big time and there was a little silver cloud swirling out the window. The brief but sudden pain made her jump. "@#%$!" she cried, as she yanked the car away suddenly. "What did that little rich @#%$ do?" she wondered not believing his puny little body could effect her so. She brought the car up to her eyes while ripping the drivers’ door off with the fingers of her right hand. The mystery was soon solved as she saw what looked like two little gray used condoms sticking out of the steering wheel and dash which told her that the airbags had gone off, giving one of the most sensitive places on her body a 120mph whack against the driver's seat. She also saw the car's occupant, backed down against the passenger footwell, presumably bruised though still quite alive and kicking.

But not for long. Still smarting from the little car's attack Amanda let her temper loose. "@#%$ LITTLE RICH BASTARD WITH YOUR @#%$ LITTLE LUXURY CAR! TAKE THAT!" And in a blinding second she threw the car down on the pavement as hard as she could. The metal simultaneously accordioned and impacted deeply into the surface before exploding. It was practically the first sound she had heard in a while what with all the helicopters around her which, by the way, were starting to get on her nerves. And she didn't like the thought of the whole @#%$ world seeing that car get the best of her, albeit briefly.

Metal pieces from the car's blast slammed against Amanda's ankles but she barely noticed as she stormed off down the road.

She stomped as she walked, her truck-sized feet slamming into the ground, almost fully burying themselves in the concrete with each step. She quickly crossed over to the outbound side spectacularly flattening and exploding cars with each step. The explosions stung her feet but that was all. If nothing else, her feet bottoms had gotten quite tough from night after night of dancing.

This was a mean, vengeful Amanda now. She was basically having herself a (not-so) little hissy and there was no possible reason she could see for showing restraint. The crowd was still always a head but she was catching up fast and she mad a point of stomping down extra heard on those few stragglers she encountered as though that would make them even deader.

Following her every step of course, were the helicopters. There were no less than nine of them now and the sound from them was getting unbearable. ‘Then it occurred to her: If I don't like it, it damn well shouldn't be!’

Immediately she began waving her hands and yelling for them to back off. About half got the idea and moved away. The rest seem to think they were fine as long as they were well out of her arm's reach. But she wanted them much farther away than that. ‘Well it worked last time,’ she thought as she bent down and came back up with a car in each hand. She didn't want to destroy them, just get them to back off. She waved the cars at them and watched with satisfaction as another backed away. But then another with a big 7 on the side swung around from behind to place itself practically right in front of her to get a better look at what she was doing.

GET AWAY! She yelled, wondering if even she could even be heard over the noise, and simultaneously mock throwing the cars at the air craft. Number 7 backed away, to the distance of the next closest helicopter at about a hundred feet but it was not nearly far enough. They were still way too loud.

"FARTHER YOU IDIOTS!" She gestured harder and her left hand accidentally released its car. Though it flew wide of the left-most copter, the startled pilot overreacted and swung sharply to the right - directly into the other copter. There was and impressive clashing of metal as the blades of one impacted the body of another slicing through the side, fuel tank and one photo-journalist before breaking and hurtling off in all directions. A spectacular explosion followed, causing Amanda to shield her eyes before her body was peppered with small bits of hot shrapnel. The battering stopped, and Amanda immediately looked just in time to see the carcasses of both craft impact the ground. They both landed on a strip mall about fifty feet apart. One in the parking lot, the other right square in the middle of a K-mart.

Amanda looked at her self and accessed the damage. She had been cut twice in the leg and once in the ribs and arm. A piece of metal was still stuck in her arm. She removed it rather casually, surprised that the pain, which stung so much at first, was already fading.

It was ironic that this was the most damage she had received all day and it wasn't even in a battle. Just a couple of helicopters blowing up in her face, that's all. She hated that her beautiful presence was now marred by the bleeding - and there sure wasn't anything around her with which to wipe it off. The reward was that all the copters were much farther away now and she could hear herself think again. ‘Another victory!’ she thought, and turned back to the freeway.

By this time, the freeway was in transition from being raised above ground level to running below it. Crossing her path was a long succession of overpasses from the side streets crossing over the wide freeway. To Amanda they were just below knee level and easy, if something of a nuisance, to step over. They were also mostly lined with people as the bridges offered them a good view of her goings on. It amused Amanda to watch them scatter to both sides as she approached. By the third overpass, she tired of stepping over and simply walked thought it. Like the first overpass by the office park, it offered a refreshingly stout measure of resistance, momentarily, before crumbling from her immensely powerful legs.

The lanes below had been clear of people at first but that didn't last long. After the fourth overpass she’d caught up to all those who had thought themselves far enough away during her bout with the helicopters to stop and watch. The cattle drive recommenced once she got moving again though, and they were again a thick slow moving mob channeling itself between the lanes of parked cars.

These people were really in trouble. With the freeway now depressed into the ground, the sides past the outside shoulders were steep banks topped by tall noise retaining walls. People were up there trying to scale them, but not with much luck. Those who had it worse were the ones half way up the banks, now trying to run away from her on the steep slopes.

The freeway density was just as it was before: Totally empty going into town, totally packed coming out. Amanda was also amused at the sight of more than a few SUVs tipped over on their sides on the left bank. From the tire tracks on the grass, she could see where they tried to skirt the traffic by riding up on the banks only to tip on their sides and roll back down.

So the freeway crowd was terribly bottlenecked and Amanda was coming up fast, her charge made all the more dramatic by her spectacular blasts through the formerly sturdy looking overpasses. She paused briefly to consider a ramification of her most-recent destruction.

‘Traffic is going to be an unholy nightmare around here long after I'm gone.’ She thought.

There it was again. A casual reference to her impending demise. It was truly remarkable how easily she accepted it. But every time she thought about it, she reached the same conclusion. She would be fine as long as she was awake. But that would be it. She could become the next Mother Theresa from here on out and they would still kill her the first moment they got the chance. And that would be when she was asleep.

There was no doubt in here mind about it. And, she was alright with that. That's what was going to happen and the best thing to do was to party all she could until then. After all, who ever had a chance at an experience like this? No one! The best thing to do was to make the most of it.

At the moment, making the most of it, meant taking as many of the little bastards' lives with her as she pleased. She was about a step or two away from them when instead of stomping, she shuffled her left foot forward and kicked several cars up and into the crowd. When the cars settled, they blocked two of the three aisles formed between the rows of cars where much of the crowd ran, trapping them. Most tried to scramble over the cars in an effort to keep moving, which made it all the easier for Amanda, still feeling a little mean from her helicopter episode, to reach down and snatch a couple handfuls of bodies. The first group she just tossed unceremoniously to either side of the freeway, slamming most into the noise walls or the apartment buildings just beyond. She bent down to gather another group and again noticed how as she bent over, the faces, especially the men’s, would simply freeze slack-jawed as they saw her huge round breasts loom above them. She swung her boobs a little for added effect. The men were like deer caught in the headlights and it made it all the easier to grab the lot of them. Scooping her hands together, she quickly collected a thick wad of humanity between them. She decided to be generous and give them a closer look. Still bent over, she sloppily separated her one handful into two and cupped each under a dangling breast.

All the crying and yelling was immediately muffled as each breast enveloped its group. Amanda loved that! Lowering her hands again, she looked closely at her helpless handfuls. They were all horizontal, writhing over each other like a bunch of noisy worms. Still bent over, she gave her breasts a little jiggle and then slowly raised her hands up to them again. The voices were satisfactorily silenced again.

This time she pressed upward a little more. The squirming bodies were like a dozen fingers fondling each breast. Her hands couldn't keep still now. She pushed up. she pushed in, she let her fingers toss a few bodies each between her breasts before she mashed them together. It felt great. It felt wonderful. It felt…natural somehow.

Tired of stooping over, she rose again to her full height with her hands still pressed into her breasts. Some of the people were slipping from the outsides of her hands and falling to their deaths. Amanda didn't care.



But someone else cared. Thousands of miles away two gray pigmented observers stood in the middle of a seemingly vast viewing area. "She’s too obsessed with her mammary glands" stated the Overseer. "It’s not properly representative, we should abort." To accentuate her point, she thought-instructed the viewing chamber to zoom in on Amanda’s breasts. The holographic image surrounded them. The Overseer had actually increased the image size to the point that the observers had the same perspective as the humans except that they appeared to float in mid-air just fifteen feet away from the test-subject’s massive hands.

The Experiment Manager sighed, as he had been expecting her to say this. She had been talking about aborting ever since the subject’s premature growth session took them all by surprise. Unprepared, he couldn’t transfer the requisite mass, causing the process to draw from ambient materials. It was an embarrassing mis-step but he argued accurately, that it wouldn’t have any significant outcome on the subsequent data.

Amanda’s hands and the undulating breasts filled their range of vision. A man had bounced from her hands to the top of one breast. A quick inward push with her hands and the man was launched from the breast outward. The Manager took a reflexive step back as the image of the yelling man appeared to fly through the air toward them, his yelling reaching a maximum volume as he passed seemingly right through the Overseer’s lower body before dropping far below their feet to his death. It is always startling to have things pass through you in the viewing chamber and the Overseer found this no exception. Figuring she learned a slight lesson, the Manager zoomed them out again to a more proper viewing angle which also diminished the sounds of the tormented humans.

Then, he was ready to respond. "Actually her responses are quite appropriate for the following reasons: The first is that breasts in this culture are looked upon as semi-sexual organs and we have, as you know, induced a boost in her sexual drive. Second, while their power structure is predominantly male dominated, ironically the female’s breasts are regarded as a source of power, and intimidation to the male. This intimidation is amplified with the ratio of the breasts in proportion to the waist and hip circumference.

This subject’s breasts have likely been intimidating to men for much of her adult life". He went on: "They may appear average to us but this chest to hip & waist size ratio is something of an exception with this species . That is why we had to go through the selection process as we did. We were looking for a subject whose body type would match those of our own candidates".

"But that is my point!" Replied the Overseer, "Our candidates wouldn’t be so preoccupied with their mammeries and would thus behave differently. You wouldn’t see me doing all this, Her hands shoved her own breasts - just a tad larger proportionally than Amanda’s - around through the clinging fabric of her uniform in an imitative manner, "when I can just step on the little pests with much more efficiency, or just ignore them for that matter".

"But you are ignoring the sexual-violence parameter that will be inherent in the candidates! And as for breast attention, I believe you are mistaken here as well." Confidence showing in his reply. "Our candidates will have lived in this culture for some time presumably before an inadvertent size return occurs. Their new size will inadvertently cause violence, that will trigger sexual urgings which, because of their conditioning will also be violent. It’s in their make up. That is part of what these experiments are all about. We need to see how all these factors will manifest themselves. I believe they will have become accustomed to the intimidation their proportions create. As they will also have strong sexual drives upon their return in size, I believe it is accurate to predict that they will behave in a similar manner".

The Overseer stared at him as she considered his words. But he already knew he had won the argument. As well he should. This was his project and he researched it well in the short time he was given. It may not have gone perfectly but they were getting good data. The fact of the matter was that the Overseer didn’t really need to be here at all. Unfortunately, with the ship in stationary orbit, she didn’t have anything else to do but second guess his work.

"Very well!", she said predictably, and they both went back to their observation.



Amanda had been getting surprisingly excited by her breast fondling and found that she had best stop if she didn’t want to get carried away. Her @#%$ was aching for attention and she was very tempted to satisfy it, but again, something told her this wasn’t the time. She had only about half her original handfuls of people left, the rest lying in little clumps around her feet. She could have just as easily opened her hands and let the rest join them, or toss them this way or that, but she didn’t. Again she bent down, lowering her hands to the ground and gently deposited them on the empty freeway lanes like she had with the little VW. Some got up and ran away, others struggled to get to their feet and others just wiggled, but they all seemed alive. And that made Amanda happy if only for the selfish reason of how she will live vividly forever in their memories and their stories.

Standing up again, Amanda found herself slightly short of breath and knew immediately it was from how aroused she had been getting. Even accounting for the fact that she had just fondled her breasts with twenty or so little bodies, she was surprised by just how stimulating it felt. Sure, her breasts always enjoyed vigorous contact, but now they just felt electrically charged! Actually this wasn’t limited to just her breasts. Now that she was getting a little more accustomed to her circumstance, she was aware of some interesting details that came with her size. All her senses seemed to have an increase in sensitivity in relation to her size. She could see the most minute details. It was as if she could pick up a person, and see the details of their face just as clearly as if they were normal sized before her.

And what about hearing!?! It seemed like she heard everything! These tiny people should be near-impossible to hear. After all, their voices weren’t moving much air relative to the size of her eardrums, yet she heard them just fine. In fact, she heard a lot of things just fine: There was a constant of thousands of screams, and yet she felt that she could single out each one individually if she wanted. There was the crackle and rumble of her footfalls, the cacophonies of diverse materials all crinkling together from a crushed car. There was so much yet it was all so clear! It was like listening to your first CD after a lifetime of transistor radios.

All her senses were like that. Sight, hearing…

Touch. That was mostly good but it was probably also why the bullets stung so much. She was kind of wandering about sunburn. She would hate to come to the end of her fabulous day suffering from fever and red-hot skin over her entire body. There probably wasn’t enough Noxzema in the entire city to sooth her. @#%$, there wasn’t even a decent soft place to lie down! So far, so good though, and the concern wasn’t enough to have her spoil her fun and go back for her dress, which didn’t cover up that much anyway.

Besides, she was lucky to have the temperature in upper 70s – lower 80s. It would have been a fairly cruel joke for this to have happened to her in the winter, or during a rain.

Back to the senses. Smell. That was mostly bad as it was primarily dust, or smoke by her own causing, but it was interesting just the same, and often, particularly when she was on the move, she smelled the clear fresh air you expect from such a height.

Taste - well she hadn’t tried that, and it brought up a nagging question she had been trying to ignore. She wasn’t hungry now but when she was, then what? She half succeeded in putting it our of her mind. The half that remained told her that she was thirsty.

It was probably time to move on. It was so easy to get distracted! The crowd had moved its way down the road again. She could easily make quick work of catching up with them again, but she might just leave them alone for the time being.

Another overpass, a big one about six lanes wide, and Amanda lifted her left leg and put her foot down right though the center of its width just to see if it would punch a hold through the center, or if the whole thing would just collapse. The result was mixed, with a tenuous connection remaining in front of her toes.

Her gaze turned ahead to the next overpass in her path just in time to see the line of spectators separate into two mobs heading for each side. That is except for one individual who remained standing directly before her practically right in the middle of the bridge’s mid-section. At first she thought he was another brave thrill-seeker, but as she approached, she saw that he was instead simply paralyzed with fear. Amanda stepped right up before him and still he remained. And he stayed put as she swung her right leg over and straddled the narrow two-lane bridge directly above him. She could now see him trembling with fear as he craned his neck upward and displayed his agonized expression.

Amanda felt mischievous again and decided to see just how far this guy’ immobility would go. She bent her legs outward and slowly descended toward him and almost sub-consciously started lining him up with her vagina. She had already decided she was going to insert him, and thought how cool it would be if he stayed straight and rigid enough to do it hands-free like a perfectly-placed pinkie finger. She heard him scream now and imagined what it must look like: Her building-sized immensity of flesh descending down upon him, led by the irregularly shaped pink lips of her @#%$ surrounded by the thick black triangle of her bush. Those lips were lightly parted now as a result of her widely spread legs.

Her smooth, hands-free insertion was of course, too much to ask for. Just before making contact, the man collapsed onto his back. Amanda simply kept lowering until she made contact, carefully blanketing him with her outer labia, Again, she was amused as his screams became muffled. She applied a little more pressure and ground into him slightly from side to side, forcing him more deeply against her entrance. But he was going nowhere in this position without her help, so she reach down and provided it. Lifting up slightly he adhered to her just long enough for her to slip a finger underneath him. No longer paralyzed, he was now in total panic flaying his legs and arms in all directions. She had meant to push him in head first, but one of his kicking legs found its way in first and she just followed through with that. She was quite moist and he slid in easily. His arms were still sticking out so she grabbed them gently and pushed him deep within her. There was room for him to move around and he did not hesitate to do so, not that it helped him any.

Once again, it was an odd feeling having something so alive and animated within you. Though only slightly sexually stimulating in the physical way, the simple thought of it was its own aphrodisiac. Like all others who had been in her special place, he would die if he remained there much longer. A part of her was turned on by this, but another part overruled. There had to be somebody to live to tell the story of having been inside her @#%$. She decided he would be at least one of them. She should probably have a few more at some point she decided, as this guy was likely to die of shock. At least that’s how he looked when she pulled his drenched body out of her and laid him back on his beloved bridge. She chuckled again, thinking abut the experience she had just given him as she swung her other leg around and began on her way. The intersection with Horseshoe Highway wasn’t far off. Not much further beyond that and downtown would begin in earnest.

Still, she had only taken a couple of steps when she was distracted again, this time by a reflection in her eye. It came from a gleaming silver tanker truck. Wedged in the middle of the perfectly still outbound traffic. Trucks that clean are often…yep! It was a milk tanker. That could take the edge off her thirst.

Part 9

"@#%$! This road ends up ahead!" "Turn right at the next light and than turn left at the first light after that!" PJ, took the orders grudgingly and swung the van one way after another, all the while wondering if the "News Bunny" as some at the station called her, knew at all what she was doing. Her name was Martelaine Westwood. She and himself, PJ O’Connel, her cameraman, & driver were desperately trying to weave their big microwave emote van through the city streets. and intercept the giant’s path. So far, their station had to rely on shots from their helicopter, which good as they were, didn’t capture the real story on the ground nor could they capture any sound. It was up to them to get a ground’s eye view of her passing and the destruction it caused.
The problem was traffic; a pure nightmare. The giant was walking towards town on the Stanton Freeway and outbound traffic was at a complete stand-still. All the parallel roads were backed up as well with would-be freeway users seeking alternative ways to get safely around her. The Horseshoe Freeway (so-nick-named because of its shape as it crossed the river, swung around the city and then crossed the river again) which crossed the Stanton up ahead was at a near stand still itself. Raised up as it was, motorists had an excellent view of the approaching figure and they availed themselves of the opportunity a little too much causing a string of bumper-thumpers and fender-benders.
The news team still hadn’t figured out how they were going to predict her path, find a suitable location, and set up by the time "She" came their way. There was a monitor between the two front seats and a forward view from the copter revealed that in-bound traffic resumed on the Stanton past the Horseshoe interchange so the Stanton inbound lanes were now also backed up. Apparently, many on the Horseshoe had chosen to go inbound on the Stanton to get farther away from her, and then with more collisions. . .well there you have it.
Martelaine was not giving up. No way. This was too big a chance. She knew their broadcast would feed live into the entire network, and probably beyond. This was the story of the century! A giant naked woman appears out of nowhere and heads to the city crushing everything in sight. A real life Godzilla movie as produced by the Playboy Channel! Unbelievable! And who but, Martelaine Westwood, was in the best position to report on it.
This was her big (so-to-speak) break. This is what everything had been leading up to. And "everything" included a lot more than her journalism degree. In fact much of it had nothing to do with journalism at all. She had gone through quite a transformation preparing for this break. First off, was the name change, ditching that frumpy Martha Elaine Whischiwitz handle she suffered through in school, to something much more sexy and memorable. Her blond hair went from dishwater to golden, her nose, from "Streisand" to "Meg Ryan" and then there was the little addition of inches and cup sizes with a little help from Dow Corning. And what that led to was a string of "strategic" boyfriends to help her up the rungs of the appropriate ladders. Yes, there had been investment in multiple senses of the word.
So now the most fantastic news story ever, just happened to coming her way step by thundering step. This was clearly her destiny. People were be getting squashed by the dozens, but as far as Martelaine was concerned, this was her lucky day.
Or it will be as soon as this damn traffic gets the hell out of her way! But she could now see the in-bound off ramp from the Horseshoe to the Stanton just above the rooftops ahead. She could just see the tops of tall trucks and SUVs from here and nothing was moving. "@#%$!" Martelaine cried out for the twentieth time, and PJ amused himself briefly thinking how he would love to "accidentally" capture Marty’s seemingly favorite word for the viewers to hear. Martelaine stared at the traffic on the ramp as if to make it all disappear by pure will. There was a higher ramp above that took in-bound Stanton traffic ahead to the Eastbound Horseshoe. It was the highest ramp of the interchange. She wondered if it was backed up too as she couldn’t tell from this angle. Then it occurred to her. Of course it wouldn’t be backed up. It wouldn’t have any traffic on it at all as it was coming from the in-bound side that the giant bitch was trampling all to hell. It would be empty. And it was up high! A perfect place to stage! She could probably even get herself in the shot and make commentary as the bitch walked by!
Martelaine looked down at the monitor to see if the Helicopter’s angle could confirm her thoughts on the ramp. She was surprised to find it filled with nothing but static. She suspected a poor connection in the van but a moment later, she saw the familiar face of anchorman Rick Hodges, announcing that their helicopter had been in some sort of collision. Then came the replay. There was the giantess again in all her naked glory. But now her attention was directed at the copters. She was staring right at the camera, waving her arms when suddenly she threw something! It was a car! The car went off camera to the right and then the whole scene lurched to the right. Suddenly the screen was filled with the front end of another helicopter. There was some wild jerking, a splattering of debris, and then the image went to static. The stone face of Hodges then reappeared. "We understand both ours and the KPRQ helicopter plummeted to the ground, and there appear to be no survivors. We wish to extend to extend our condolences to the wives and families of our friends and co-workers pilot Barry Solizar and cameraman Chris Springer."
Martelaine, felt a wave of grief rush over her. She had slept with Barry once, and would have been willing to do it again. She looked at PJ and realized that he had heard the news too. He and Springer were probably pretty close. The screen then showed a fuzzy, jerking picture of the giantess that was obviously being taken from a long way away.
"Damn PJ! They don’t have a shot! They’re having to shoot from downtown somewhere! Now they really need us! Not just for the pass-by but everything! We’ll be heroes!" And I think I know where we can go to get the shot!" She was excited again, the grief having been completely swept away.
PJ still looked stricken. "PJ, we can think about those guys later. Lets get going! We’ll. . . uh . . . do it for Barry and Chris!"
Five minutes later they in the midst of the interchange about to enter a small on-ramp that would connect to the big on-ramp that led from the empty inbound side of the "giantess’s freeway on to the Horseshoe freeway going East. The traffic wasn’t stopped but it was slow.
"Honk your horn at them!" Martelaine was yelling in a near frenzy. "Tell them to get out of our fuckin’ way, we’re the fuckin’ media for crissakes!"
PJ didn’t honk so Martelaine leaned over and did it for him. Continuously. Sure enough, people bowed to the will of the tall van with the recognizable logo, call letters and all the antenna hardware up top. They pulled over to let them pass by as if they were some kind of emergency vehicle.
Soon they found themselves merging onto the main ramp. Following Martelaine’s directions, PJ twisted his head out the window to back the big van back out of the merging traffic and up the main on-ramp. On his way to looking behind, he got his first direct view of the giantess still a ways up the Stanton., Up to now everything had been seen through the monitor. "Oh my god!" He exclaimed, Martelaine peered through his window also found herself transfixed for a moment. The giantess was holding a big shiny tanker-truck up to her head as though she was kissing its rear-end. The tractor just dangling at the far end.
"Is she eating it?" she asked.
"No she’s drinking from it!" It was a milk tanker with the end cap pulled off and she was drinking from it like it was a can of soda!
PJ like so many others, had simply ceased driving as he watched. When finished, the giantess, true to form, crumpled the tanker in her hand and nonchalantly tossed the truck aside. Even at this distance they could hear the impact of its landing.
Martelaine snapped out of it first. "Hey Dumb-ass! Are you going to watch her through your eyes or your camera?" PJ followed suit and proceeded to back the van up the high and quite empty ramp. He stopped the van a little short of the ramp’s highest point, leaped out and started setting up in double time. Martelaine also moved quickly but for her it was all about finding the little vanity area she had set up in the van and grooming herself for the camera.
With the antenna up & aimed, the beta machines recording, the camera loaded and powered up and the sound checked, PJ grabbed his headset, tossed Martelaine the earpiece and cordless hand mike, and informed the station that he was ready to roll.
Unlike the Helicopter, he actually had the option to shoot her just from the shoulders up. But screw that! He couldn’t believe his earphones when Conrad their remote producer initially suggested it. Fortunately, Conrad quickly realized this was bone-headed, and nervously conceded to PJ that there could really be no off-limit parts of her body.
She was walking again, straight towards them, and PJ had her in a full body shot. He certainly never had such a sight in his eyepiece before, and that includes the Spring Break activities a couple months back! Conrad wanted a close-up of her feet. PJ reluctantly obliged but then quickly had to admit it was worth it. With each step, the heel would crash into the pavement, which sent a spider web of cracks and a swirl of around the contact point. The heel sunk deep, enough so that the arch also made full contact with the surface as the foot rolled forward. Then the balls would render an explosive impact more than doubling the amount of dust in the air as the road surface basically shattered all around the foot. Even the toes easily overcame the freeway surface for further damage. There were no cars on the in-bound lanes for her feet to encounter which was a shame to PJ’s thinking.
Still, it was quite a show for four or five steps before the feet disappeared behind an overpass in the foreground. It was at that point that the Giantess apparently stopped. Obviously he had to move the image upward to catch her intentions but he couldn’t bring himself to do it quickly. Instead he moved slowly up the length of much her body before he started zooming out. He startled himself as the big black triangle of her pubic area took up much of the eyepiece monitor image as it passed by. A moment later, her amazingly full, round breasts completely filled the screen. He lingered there for the briefest of moments before his professionalism took hold and he continued zooming out and aiming upward. None the less, he sub-consciously made sure the breasts remained the shot when he reached her face.
Martelaine knew PJ had started shooting and knew she needed to get out there. But, on the other hand, this was IT! And everything had to appear perfect before she got on camera. Just a couple of more details…as she primped in the mirror. She opened one button on her blouse, paused and then opened one more. After a little tightening on the straps on her bra, she had a nice little smooth tanned valley of flesh showing. Normally, this would not be acceptable on camera, but Martelaine had calculated beyond that. No one would probably notice her little flash of cleavage with a 200 foot naked bombshell walking behind her. But at some point in the future, some corporate executives will probably review this footage, and already worked up by the subject, her little display will likely gain some favorable notice by the horny bastards. Again, this was her big chance, and she was going to make the most of it.
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From the bottom of her range of vision, Amanda saw the flash of the gun barrel first, felt the sting on her thigh, and then heard the shot. She was aware of the sequence even as it all happened in a microsecond. Two more shots hit just above the navel just as she looked down squarely at the source. It was a uniformed police officer standing squarely in front of a large city bus on the inside opposing lane. He was dressed in brown rather than the blue of the earlier police she encountered, as well as sporting one of those wide-brimmed "cowboy" hats. He was also using a big rifle which made the stings a bit more bothersome than some of the hand guns that had been used on her.
‘County Sheriff’ she thought. ‘Where did he come from?’ not seeing any police car. Only one of the last shots came from him and she saw a tell-tale puff of smoke drifting from behind the bus obviously from the partner of the first guy. This was too small a nuisance to even bend down so she took another step forward with her right foot and then brought her left foot over and descended it upon the first guy, the bottom of her foot catching a few more of his bullets along the way. The front of the balls of the foot contacted him and knocked him down sideways. Bringing her foot to the ground, he wound up nestled under the base of her toes.
At this point she noticed that there were people still in the bus, which was surprising. Then it became obvious. The bus had steel bars on all the side windows and "County Sheriff" nomenclature on the side. It was a prison bus, probably transferring the latest haul from the city jail to the state prison 50 miles north. The Sheriffs had obviously locked their "riders" in rather than risking a mass escape.
Bending a little for a side view, she could see that the bus was completely packed with men. And all in a state of panic from what she could hear.
And to think that she would have just walked on by if the yahoos had just kept their guns to themselves. But somehow in their puny minds, having guns meant having to use them no matter how stupid or futile it was. It was time to deal with that. The man under her tows was quite alive and kicking within his confined little area. She curled her toes enough to pick him up. The other man was shooting at her repeatedly now, (don’t they get it?) but she kept her attention on her "footman" for the moment. Swinging her foot to the near side of the bus, she held him a little above window level where all the occupants on that side could see their former captor. Then she began to squeeze. She thought he would be too small to crush this way, but soon it came obvious that was not the case. Her toes could feel the vibration of his anguished scream. Then came the first crack, followed by several more. His scream raised an octave or two in pitch and then faded just as her toes felt warm moisture. There was a huge well of sound from the inside the bus. It may have been heightened panic or it could have been cheering, it was hard to tell. She lifted her foot a few feet higher, made one last spongy feeling contraction with her toes and then released. The body stuck to her for the briefest moment before dropping with a clumsy thump over the two guardrails dividing the opposing lanes of the freeway.
Now it was time for his partner. He had stopped shooting and wasn’t readily visible. But she hadn’t seen him run away, and figured he was just hiding behind the bus. She also figured that he had run out of bullets, but when she leaned forward for a closer look behind the bus, the rifle swung around form the rear corner and started firing, stinging her sharply in her throat and base of neck.
Amanda took another step forward giving her full view of the back of the bus and watched as the similarly brown dressed Sheriff scurried around the far corner and then brought his gun back around to fire again. This time he missed her completely, which was, frankly, rather hard to do. But he was totally panicked now that her attention was on him and was just shooting without daring to bring his head around the corner to aim. All of which was pretty silly. It was not like she was going to shoot his head if it exposed itself too much. In fact, treating the bus like it was any kind of cover at all was not a sign of his having really thought this through.
He stopped shooting. In fact, she couldn’t really tell where he was. Amanda leaned far enough to see over and past the bus but didn’t see him. But it didn’t take a giant sized brain to figure out where he was. She placed a foot forward, just this side of the bus - crushing the divider rails and half of the first sheriff’s body - and clamped her left hand on the center of the bus’s roof and picked it up. To direct her attention to the caged in mob inside the bus was tempting, but she kept her focus. And there was her focus laid out underneath. He rolled over on his front to get up and flee but her right toes came down and pinned him face down. After thinking about it for a second, she skootched her toes up his back until her second and third toes came down on each side of his tiny head. Squeezing just slightly, she was able to swing her foot up and pick him up by his head, or neck - both really - with the rest of his body dangling below. Putting the bus back down, she stood on her unencumbered foot while considering the other. Muffled cries were coming from her dangling bobble that her toes felt as much as her ears heard.
She couldn’t keep this up for long without either dropping him or crushing him. She was going to terrorize him a little. Where she got this sadistic streak, she didn’t know. Pivoting, she lowered him slowly to the ground on one of the empty in-bound lanes with her toes maintaining their grip. With his body laid out face down between her foot and the ground, she applied just enough pressure to make him think it was all over. It took finesse to maintain this balance of pressure, both for her toes and her whole foot. But it felt neat keeping things on the brink. That is when the idea occurred to her.
She lifted her left toes up with him still dangling by his head and brought her heel down into the pavement and shifted her weight to it. Then she lifted up her left foot and took as big step forward as she could while keeping her right toes up. She then brought them down lowering him front down against the pavement. With the light pressure on his back and a little more pressure on his head she started to drag him forward, applying a little more pressure as she went along. She was now scraping his whole front along the surface. She kept up the steady increase of pressure with every inch. As her right foot slid directly underneath her, she started to see a thin red smear on the surface gradually getting thicker. She could hear his screaming even as it came from inches (his scale) off the ground. Only able to bring her foot so far forward with out bearing too much weight on it, she stopped, rose her foot, letting his body flip forward to its back and she repeated the process in reverse with the tips of her toes applying the pressure. Her two toe tips took in the warmth of his skinless frontal body as a second smear began to appear along side the first. Sliding the foot behind her, the screaming had stopped, and with a final little boost in the last few inches (to her) she released her toes and dragged their bottoms on the ground to tug him off.
It was done. He was done. She had slowly scraped the man to death – with a smile on her face. It had to be the cruelest thing she had done so far. Yet only in the deepest remotest corner of her brain rose the question: What in the hell had she become?
PJ now had her whole body in view save for the feet, which were still blocked by the overpass. Naturally her feet appeared to be precisely where all the action was taking place. She had bent down toward the packed opposite side of the freeway a couple of times and kept her attention down by her feet as she appeared to shuffle them around a bit, but there was no real clue as to what she was doing. Meanwhile, PJ was steadily falling in love with the image in the camera. The woman was amazingly beautiful from her dark cascades of hair to her toned tan legs. Deep, yet playful eyes, full lips, and those amazing body proportions! Those breasts! The relative size and shape of which, he had never seen on a normal sized woman before. At least not live in front of him.. Through the confines of the camera he could almost forget she was a 200 foot tall destructive force. At least until she bent down and picked up a bus.
Having taken care of the cops, Amanda couldn’t resist taking a turn at the robbers. For a second time she bent down and palmed the roof of the bus and felt the same crinkle in her fingertips as they pushed in the sides to achieve their grip. Standing up again, she brought her toy up and peered in the windows. The windows were all barred making it difficult to see, but it was clear the thing was stuffed full of men. Holding the bus from underneath, she slipped her index fingernail behind one of the window bars and pulled. With a little more resistance than she expected, one end of the bar popped out. A simple pull between her thumb and index finger pulled the bar off completely. While this wasn’t at all difficult, she damn sure was not going to repeat the procedure three times for each window on the entire bus!
She had a better idea. Grasping the bus a little tighter, she jammed her thumbnail through the upper side of the pillar between driver’s and front passenger’s windows. The nail wasn’t necessarily sharp, but it didn’t have to be. Backed as it was by almost immeasurable force it bludgeoned its way though the metal. She repeated the process between each window down the side of the bus.
Inside was pandemonium as the inmates ducked and screamed as the surfboard-sized nail sawed its way down the side of the bus at about their eye level.
Once her thumb stabbed its way through the corner pillar in the rear, Amanda paused and looked with brief dismay at her thumbnail with nearly all of its deep blue nail polish scraped off. It was probably the worst damage she suffered all day. She turned her attention back to the bus and realized she could probably just open the roof up. Sliding her thumb underneath its surface she pulled up. After the popping of a few more anchor points and the shattering of the windshield, the roof opened wide. She then yanked it free of the bus entirely and a good portion of the side sheet metal with it. Amanda casually discarded the roof on some nearby cars and peered into topless bus like it were a box of assorted chocolates.

Her first impression of the contents of her impromptu convertible conversion was of a sea of bright orange with dark human heads and arms floating on its surface. All of the inmates were wearing identical day-glow coveralls with short sleeves and D.O.D for Department Of Detention in big letters printed on the back. Only about one in five of the heads was light-skinned with the rest a rough equal mix of African Americans and Hispanics – a near perfect inverse of the state’s population – a fair indictment on the fairness of its justice system. Still, if one were to judge by looks alone, this looked like a pretty guilty and rough bunch despite the terrified looks on their faces. Some of the faces she couldn’t see because they were – what else? – transfixed by her rotund breasts presently parked just outside bus’ left side. She wondered how long it had been for some them to have a woman’s living breathing breasts before them and decided she was quickly helping them make up for lost time. She brought the bus in closer and let her breasts press in against the side.

She pressed in until the flesh spread the length of the cabin and started to wrap around either end. But she positioned the bus too high for the full effect, so she pushed out and brought it in again this time with the nipples aimed at what was left of the side windows. As they crashed through the glass, she expected to see bodies leaping to the far side of the bus. Or maybe the near side if they were more horny than, but though there was lots of screaming and thrashing, everyone stayed where they were. Intrigued, she freed the bus from her breasts again, and brought it a little closer to her eyes. Holding the bus with her right hand, she brought her left hand down from the top, thumb and fore-finger pointed down like little pinchers and clamped them against the chest and back of one of the taller men sitting against the near side. As she pulled him upward the man next to him and the two across the aisle jerked towards him. They all screamed, but that was to be expected. She also felt the subtle bumpy motion of chain links when she pulled and then when she had him up only a foot and half (his scale) he stopped and her fingers slid up from him.

Curious, she looked closer into the bus. From the occupant’s view point it looked like she was lowering her head to eat them as if they were in some sort of giantess feeding trough. The terror in the vehicle went up another notch, and yet another, when Amanda’s hair dropped down and seemingly cloaked the bus from all but her approaching face. Amanda frowned at the sudden darkness from her hair, pulled it back, and noticed for the first time all the chains running across the aisles. The ran underneath a long bar about an inch and a half square that ran length-wise down the center of the aisle about a foot above the floor. Adjusting her angle Amanda could just barely see that between each seat row there was pillars were welded into the bar that fit into fitted holes into the floor. What she couldn’t see but could surmise was some form of sliding bolt arrangement under the floor that locked all the pillars, and thus the bar into place. Finally, there was a large hinge-like arrangement in back. This was a chain-gang. An archaic practice brought back by the current governor after one of his tough-on-crime rants.

"Wow! You’re all chained!" she exclaimed, showing her surprise. It was the first words she spoke to them and it boomed from her mouth as though they were all five feet from the Rolling Stone’s sound system. Amidst the chaotic wails of their response she did manage to pick out the words "No @#%$!" from at least one spirited individual.

And then she recalled the incident a few years back where a some inmates escaped after a bus crash. So now they were chained for at a time, and bolted into place by that bar. Good for preventing escape, but undoubtedly breaking several safety laws that were either exempt or conveniently ignored for prisoners.

For Amanda, this simply meant that it was going to be more difficult to play with her guys, or at least it meant a different choice of games. Without warning, she lifted the bus above her head and turned it upside down. It was quite a sight to see with two orange rows of men dangling on either side of the center bar, each one with his legs spread wide, their bodies sticking out horizontally while their chained feet crashed into their counterparts on the other side. The screaming changed pitch as now they were born out of pain rather than fear as the ankle braces held their weight at painful angles. She played with them as they dangled, running a finger down the length of them a couple of times as though they were a set of wind chimes, occasionally the finger would stop at one man and run along the inside of the small triangle formed by the chain and his wide-spread legs. ‘Pity they are all clothed’ she thought. With that thought she righted the bus back again and brought it back down to breast level so as to peer down into.

The prisoners were a mess as they fell in every conceivable position within the confines of their chains, sprawled across the seat backs, piled on top of one another, some draped over the bus’ sides and badly cut from the broken glass and torn sheetmetal. The chains further hampered their ability to regain their former places. Amanda looked on with little pity. She had destroyed the lives of far too many to be concerned about a bunch of murderers, thieves, drug dealers, and God knows what else.

"Well that was different! Gee, sorry you guys got so banged up though. Here, maybe this will help you feel better." It was tit-time again, only this time she bent over and lowered her hangers down into and over the top of the bus. Her action was tempered by the sharp edges of the bus’ sides, but that didn’t keep her from feeling all the wonderful, even sensuous squirming against her flesh particularly against her increasingly erect nipples. She started talking to them as she was doing this, asking who among them liked big tits and whether she had given them a year’s supply or not, when she realized no one could hear her with boobs in the way.

She resumed her upright decision and amused herself watching their recovery. Suddenly a thought occurred to her. "Hey, I’m all naked here, and none of you guys are. That’s not exactly fair is it? OK everybody strip!" First one with all his clothes off gets set free.

This set forward a flurry of activity, but out of the noise she was surprised to hear "Ain’t none of my crew gonna shed for the bitch!". She didn’t see who said it but suddenly among the mosaic of orange steadily turning to various shades of flesh color were about six to seven immobile bodies, all African-American, and all wearing impressively defiant expressions.

"Hmm, I didn’t mention what would happen to the last person to strip down." She said warningly, "but you can use your imaginations."

A few started to move and then she heard the voice again. "I said, don’t none of you shed nothing for the bitch!"

Damned if she still couldn’t tell who said it but she was narrowing it down.

"@#%$ You Man!" came a particularly baritone voice. She didn’t know if it was directed at her or the other guy until he continued. "You blind 2-Bag? Look at her man! You ain’t’ got @#%$ against her, man! ‘take your sorry ass out with her finger!"

The words were coming from a particularly large black man on the opposite side toward the back of the bus. He was looking diagonally across toward the front. There were three clustered in the front near side standing still with their clothes on It was one of them. Whichever one it was, his command over them was impressive "Nobody orders my boys but me, that’s the way its always been, that’s the way it is now, the bitch needs to respect that !" As he made the comment, two of the three turned their heads toward the third, who was in the second seat against the side. He was probably the most effectively hidden person on the bus.

Amanda twirled the bus around and with her most angry expression belted out "That’s Bitch Ma’am to you, limpdick!" Lets see you repeat your orders now that we are face to face!"

He said nothing, concentrating instead on trying to keep his attitude-filled expression over a nearly overwhelming burst of inner terror.

She brought her fore finger forward lightly against "2-Bag’s" chest causing the still man next to him, now stripping as fast as possible, to dive as best as he could toward the aisle.

"I said, lets hear your order again!"

His jaw was vibrating. And he tried to stop it before saying anything so as to mask his fear. Holding his words resulted in releasing his bladder. Amanda, pulled her finger back momentarily, and smiled

"Awe, he has trouble holding his water!" her finger returned with a little more pressure.

"All right!", the words were strained and quavering. "All right, shed for the b…I ..I said shed man!. The last two words held more hysteria than authority.

"Well, Well, nicely done, though I’m afraid there is no one left with their clothes on but you. I do believe you’ve lost their respect."

"Look… ah" I’m sorry Man..uh ma’am. Uh look, I’ll take ‘em off now… if you move your…please move your…"

She let him go on begging for a bit more before cutting him off with a slight jiggle of her finger.

"Yes, yes, but its all a little late don’t you think? I don’t really want to see your pathetic body any way" her finger was starting to apply some real pressure now.

2-Bag was able to garble out two more "Pleases" before her nail penetrated his skin and moved steadily forward. Unable to move his diaphragm forward, his response was nothing more than gags and gurgles. Blood shot out from the right side of the embedded nail with shocking volume and velocity as the heart or some major artery near it was broke open. Amanda was in far enough that she could lift and slide him up against the side. He was still constrained by the chains but was now high enough that all could see the show. And as if on cue, 2-Bag went into violent convulsions around her nail and splattered blood about the place. Amanda paused in her progress to let the spasms play themselves out. When they ended and he was quite obviously dead, she contemplated giving him one last push and cutting him in two but decided against honoring him with such a spectacular end. Instead, leaving his carcass nearly but not completely gouged left him far more pathetic. Removing her finger brought forth a gushing of various insides as the body slumped back down to the blood drenched floor.

"Well now" she addressed the others cheerfully, With that little bit of hierarchy confusion settled, I think I have a promise to keep."

She looked across the rows and rows of black, brown and occasionally pink skin, taking in the rather impressive, if garish displays of body art.

"Hey! What’s with the underwear! Do you see me wearing underwear? Down to what god gave you, Now!" There was no hesitation and she faintly heard "Told you @#%$!" from the directed toward one of the modesty plagued holdouts. Soon they bared all like the others, all of whom couldn’t do anything about the clothing piled at their feet due to the chains

Amanda had no idea who was first to strip down but as she eyed the crowd she spotted one young looking terrified Hispanic boy with a particularly innocent looking face.

"You!" she said pointing to him.

"What? What?" he choked out, not knowing what she was referring to.

"You go free" She explained, suddenly aware that she wasn’t quite sure how to do that with the chains and all. She puzzled on how to reach the chains with her big fingers before she realised that the center bar was a better target. Holding her left hand over the bus held by her right, she appeared to give it a Roman thumbs down befor jamming the thumbnail into the bar easily splitting it open. She then grabbed the man on the far end and lifted him up. And pulled by their feet came the man next to him, the man actoss the aisle and finally her innocent-face boy. The first man’s ankle promptly broke from having to hold the wieght of the others and might have been yanked off completely if Amanda had finagled her fingers quickly to hold him by his ankle clasp.

"Well now isn’t this interesting?" said an amused Amanda as she held her little string of naked men. Well mostly naked, as drooping angles fo the men from the chain was causing most of their coveralls to creep back up their legs and re cover their most entertaining parts. Amanda couldn’t have that, so she lowered the bus and held it lightly between her thieghs, brought hand back up and immediately began to shear off each set of coveralls.

"Oh that is so much better!" she cooed as she stared at what was almost an oversized charm braclet of real live naked men. The twisted and turned like a little baby’s crib mobile only smaller. Their cries were hardly lullibys however, and there forms, were hardly what you’d find from a Fisher-Price mold. It was a diverse group. Starting at the top with an extensively tatooed neo-nazi looking flabby white guy, then a big round hispanic whose specialty was body hair and a cute little hard-on. The next guy was tall, black, no stranger to the gym or ink needle and also notably aroused. And finally was her little Pablo, as she nick-named him, whose smooth youthful features seemed all the more cherubic in this company. Pablo who spent most of this time staring at the 150 feet plus of empty space below him had too much blood in his head to be spared elseware.

A simple tug on the chain would release him, which she would do, but nothing said she had to do it right away. The least a 200 foot naked sex symbol could do would be to five him a little arousal. She smoothly bought her little chain gang over to her right breast and dragged them lightly over its surface. Back and fourth they slid over its soft surface. She swung them out and had them bounce against the front a few times before lower them up and down agaisnt her increasingly erect nipple. Naturally her left breast was feeling neglected, so she began to repeat the procedure on it. But it soon occurred to her that there was no reason to treat just one at a time with so many men at her disposal. Reaching down for the bus, it was the first she realised what an interesting place that must have been from them.

"Well you guys had an interesting view didn’t you?" she commented pleasently as she brought the bus back up to breast level. She would need both hands to free the next row so she twisted her right hand so that the guys were draped between the thumb and for finger, and then practically placed the bus on them as she grasped it. Another dramatic stab with her thumb and she soon she had another little dangle of disposable men. She draped the second men with the first, returned the bus only this time much higher so that her @#%$ hung directly over the non-existent roof. She then picked up the "second string" and repeated the task of clothes removal. The third man was Hispanic and the rest African-American of varying sizes.

Most of their penises were standing out appropriately, but on this subject all attention went to man number two. Amanda brought the "string closer for a better look at the man because the small scale of things can play tricks on the eyes. But a moment later there was no doubt. The @#%$ was a monster. Quite possibly, …no definetly the biggest she had ever seen – relatively speaking of course.

She rearranged her left hand so that he went from dangling upside down to resting upright agaisnt her palm. In doing so,the big thing flopped against his thighs. It wasn’t even erect! It was much darker than he was with a lumpy texture and an almost bright red head at the end wiich hovered just above his kneecaps. It’s length was more abnormal than its width, and she had to imagine it at half its length , which would do any man proud, to see that its thickness was unprecidented as well.

"Well look at you!" she exclimed with a big grin as her right hand dispensed with the last of the clothing "Where were you when I was small?" She brought her right fore-finger up underneath big dangler and watched it extend across the width of her finger nail. A moment later it gave a tell-tale wiggle.

It took him a moment to find his voice and then he choked out, "Ma’am, I think you can guess were I’ve been." The rest of him was tall, not fat but not particurly muscular either. Chest hair was minimal and while not like her neo nazi guy, was generously sprinkled with tatoos. Never a fan of tatoos, she winced. It’s as if these guy’s bodies were race cars coverd with sponsor stickers. His face was…just OK…kind of long with a thick mustache.

"Yes well, what are you in for? And please don’t tell me it was for rape!"

"Oh, no, no!…" he spoke slowly, in a typical black male tenor voice. "It was for …ah….well the charge was …uh…." All his words were drawn out, which appeared to be his natural speech pattern, but he also clearly didn’t want to finish the sentence.

"He killed his girfriend!" came the unexpected reply from the man at the top.

"You killed your girfriend?" Replied a surprised Amanda, and then she added "With that?" pointing at the obvious.

"Oh, no, no…" he said it almost exactly as before. " It….it was a drug thing you know….."

"He @#%$ stabbed her!" Surprisingly, this came from her right hand. It was the white guy, the one painted up like a comic book. At the inside end of the chain, still draped over the bridge between her thumb and fore-finger, he had actually fallen into a fairly comfortable position in her palm. "He did it a kitchen knife. For stealing his dope!"

"Well just so long as you had a good reason." She replied calmly with almost no touch of sarcasm. "Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you, I killed an old boyfriend of mine today in fact, along with a few hundred other people, and it’s not even lunch time yet!"

"The bitch was white too! That was his mistake!" continued the illustrated man. Apparently once he started talking, he saw no reason to stop. "If he’d sliced up one of his nigger bitches nobody would’f gave a @#%$!"

Amanda showed no emotion but mild amusement, as her hands went into action. She brought her right index down to press the chain between her little racist chatterbox and the guy next to him. Pressing it deep into her palm, the third and fourth fingers of her left slipped down behind the man and clasped him under both arms and sharply yanked him upward.

He was pulled free from the chains, or most of him anyway – everything above the ankles. For a brief time, his legs were like empty tubes pouring out blood in great arcs and swirls as they flapped wildly. His scream was the most blood curdling sound you could imagine before Amanda quickly flicked her fingers out and down, hurling his body over a hundred feet in a split- second to slam into the pavement. A moment later came both his feet which had easily slipped their way out of the shackels and fell of their own accord. Unlike the body the feet bouced and rolled a bit before stopping.

"Rudeness and racism, I just won’t stand for it!" Amanda said as she wiped off some of the little lines of blood off her breasts and neck with her thumb.

Utter silence.

"Well now, where were we?" she said with some forced cheerfulness in her voice. Amanda readjusted her hands so that she was again holding the end shackel on each chain - the right one conspicuously empty – and began rubbing both lines of men all around her breasts as she had down before.

A little less than a mile away, it fell to Martelaine to give a play-by-play description of all that was going on. Taken on it’s own this was rather comical:

"…OK, she now is dragging them across the top of her breasts again, Oh she stopped, and now she is…now she is pulling them up….up and down against her uh, … nipples, the third man on the right is now swinging around after his head bumped into the uh… nipple. What is she doing now?… She’s rearranging the men in her right hand…they are all in her palm now…and…it looks like she’s holding one man out from the rest …in her fingers…he’s facing out from her hand…I can’t tell yet which one yet but I think its….yes, it’s the man with the big pe…uh…the man…who…was second from the top, and she is bringing him in front…in front of her breast and she is rubbing his…his…uh… on her nipple and he is getting more erec….wow!… I mean it is uh…

All of this was quite unneccesary as Martelaine was looking a monito showing the same image that everyone else was seeing. PJ’s maximum zoom was showing more than her naked eys could at this distance. Finally Rick Hodges broke in:

"Excuse me Martelaine, but we have on the line Wilton Horley, the driver from that prison bus, who can give us an account of what was happening by her feet while they were blocked frm our camara. Mr. Horton? Tell us what you saw!"

Martelaine dropped the microphone from her mouth and slumped against the side the van. "Damn! I sure wish I had some idea what the proper vocabulary is for something like this."

"I thought you did fine" said PJ laughing as he kept his camara trained on its subject. "If they ever add S&M to the Olympics maybe you can do the commentary."

It took Amanda a little while to get back in the mood but she soon warmed to the task at hand. She was particularly focused on doing everything she could with her little monster @#%$ man. It was actually a bit annoying that she had one of nature’s greatest all time cocks literally in the palm of her hand and it was essentially for her to use it properly.

She wondered if she could make him grow, if she concentrated hard enough. Afterall, she didn’t really know what made her grow. Maybe she could control it. Maybe she make him grow not, to her size, but just small enough that she could still control him. That would still leave him with a huge one. How cool would that be? She looked at him in her fingers and then closed her eyes and concentrated. She squinted her eyes and tried to consentrate even harder. And then…..nothing. Oh well, worth a try.

She also decided now was a good as time as any to make good on her pledge to free "Pablo". She held both strings of men with her left hand while she broke the chains off each of his shackels.

"I afraid your on your own getting those off." Amanda said apologetically, and gestering to his feet. And then she slowly bent legs and knelt to the ground mindful not to crush the bus with her thighs and amused as it was turn up on its end. Pablo was was set gently on the empty side of the freeway, and without a word, he ran across to the outside shoulder and then off to the right behind her, naked to the world but for a couple of oversized ankle bracelets.