Reign of Terry

    Story by Kiler


Part 1

Terry was walking down the street of a big city one mostly sunny day
when she realized that she had the power to grow as big as she wanted.

'Cool,' she thought. 'I can grow as big as I want.'

She then realized that she could either grow right out of her clothes,
or have her clothes or other objects grow right along with her. She
classified this fact as cool also.

Not wanting to waste any time, she decided to test her newly realized
powers on the sprawling metropolis surrounding her.  Being that she
was
possibly antisocial, it's a good bet that she wasn't worried about the
effects this would have on the general populace.

Terry concentrated on growing (but not too hard; that can cause
headaches). She grew just a little bit, from her normal 5'4" to
about
5'7". This didn't cause any passersby to even blink; they all
seemed to
be studying the ground. Her 3"-heeled strappy sandals gripped
her feet,
and her skirt rode up a little on her thighs and got a little tighter
around her 36C bustline. Terry rarely wore a bra, she likes people to
think she's a slut (she probably is, too). This growth excited her, so
she decided to try a little more. To avoid attracting attention too
early, though, she ducked into the nearest alley.

A homeless man who was sleeping in the alleyway opened an eyelid as
she
walked past. 'What a looker. Wish she was a bit taller, though.'

Terry reached the end of the alley, which widened out into a kind of
courtyard. 'Here goes nothing,' she thought, and began to grow. Slowly
at first, maybe three inches a second. 5'10", 6'1",
6'4" ... It was a
curious sensation, like floating.  She felt full of helium gas. If she
closed her eyes, she felt slightly dizzy... 6'7" ... Her clothes
began
to stretch, then tear. First under her arms, then down her sides and
at
her neckline. Her sandals creaked loudly and broke where the straps
met
the soles... 6'10", 7'1" ... The growth accelerated; her
clothes ripped
away... 8 feet, 10 feet, 12, 14 ... Euphoria washed over her, a
circular
breeze wrapped around her towering nude body... 20 feet, 30 feet, 40,
50
... Her head passed by windows several floors up in the surrounding
buildings. She leaned over to peer in a few, but the courtyard was
getting cozy, fast... 80 feet, 100 feet, 120, 140 ... Her head was
higher than the ring of buildings and her hips bumped either side as
she
turned to look around her... 200 feet, 240 feet, 260, 280 ... Clearly
visible above the buildings from the street, still no one had noticed
her; too absorbed in their own selfish worlds. Some residents of the
surrounding buildings heard strange scraping sounds and went to their
windows to investigate, only to see a massive wall of flesh. Their
minds
couldn't interpret what they saw, so they decided to ignore it
completely... 350 feet, 400 feet, 500, 550 ... Difficult to ignore
now,
the inner walls of the buildings were pushed outward by her quickening
growth. The few people with apartments on that side were either
shocked
or crushed by the falling rubble, the first (among many) of her
victims... 700 feet, 800 feet, 900, 1000 ... At 1200 feet tall, Terry
stopped her growth and knelt to complete the collapse of the faltering
structures at her feet.

The cloud of dust and rain of debris finally captured the attention of
pedestrians and drivers alike. Hundreds looked up into a full solar
eclipse, this high-rise with legs who peered back at them with little
interest.


Part 2

Terry looked about at her surroundings, at the buildings she had
crumbled under her immense thighs and posterior, at the dumb
pedestrians
staring up at her, at the smart ones running away; at the chaos of the
local motor traffic. The little people were only about 1/4" tall
to her,
like upright ants in tiny clothing.

The mid-day sun warmed her back and shoulders. She felt better than
she
ever had in her life, more free than she had ever thought possible.
She
tossed her thick, flaming red mane and stretched, arching her back and
reaching upwards. Her breasts jutted proudly from her chest, and more
than half the local male population had to adjust their trousers,
stimulated at the sight.

An eerie quiet had fallen over the area, the only audible sounds were
the breeze blowing through the valley of buildings, and the
chop-chop-chop of a distant helicopter.

"Aaaah," rumbled Terry. "What a great day." Then
all hell broke loose.

Terry's hands screamed down into the crowd. The ground shook with the
impact, cars and people flew high into the air, and a red mist covered
Terry and most of the neighborhood. She rose from her knees and took a
step forward into the street. It was difficult not to slip on the
suddenly slick pavement. Giggling at the pandemonium caused only by
her,
she slowly lowered herself onto her rear end, her legs extended before
her. The buildings she used for support caved in floor by floor.
Terry's
hips didn't fit between the buildings on the narrow street, but no
matter. Her weight pushed them over and outward. They seemed to fall
in
slow motion to the people below, their tops shifting off their
foundations, then shattering into hundreds of deadly pieces,
flattening
humans and vehicles on adjacent streets. People trapped under her legs
and buttocks by the trampling crowd looked up just in time to see the
cause of their demise.

Terry reached into the crowd. Deftly plucking up a tiny woman by the
back of her sweater, Terry brought the wriggling speck to her face.
Studying the woman closely, she could barely make out the glint of a
miniature locket around her neck. Using her fingernail and a steady
hand, Terry picked the locket from the woman's neck, tearing her
sweater
and bra and giving her a nasty gash in the process. Totally intrigued
by
the locket, Terry tossed the injured woman away without a thought,
flinging her more than a mile before the woman became paste against
the
roof of a pawn shop.

Using her power over matter, Terry grew the tiny locket to her scale
and
placed it around her neck.

"Pretty," she said, not one for much articulation. "I
wonder what's
inside. Oh, it's empty. Well we'll just have to fix that."

Again she reached into the crowd, this time picking up several people
and dropping them inside the locket. Snapping it closed, she let it
fall
between her breasts. It hit her chest with the force of a wrecking
ball,
jostling her minute prisoners violently. They could hear the beat of
her
massive heart thrumming through the metal walls, and prayed for a
chance
to escape.

Meanwhile, Terry turned to see police and news helicopters approaching
her fast. Bringing her knees to her chest, she spun around on her
rump,
demolishing several more buildings in the process. Reaching forward
with
a speed that belied her size, she pinched two blades of the police
helicopter between her right thumb and forefinger. Stopping the
propeller so suddenly caused the body of the copter to spin in the
other
direction and crash into her finger. It exploded in a brilliant
fireball, and the heat shocked Terry into dropping her prize and
shaking
her hand in pain.

"Yeeouch! That stings!" she bellowed. "That's no way
to treat a lady,"
she scolded at the dead pilot and his crew.

Suddenly bored, Terry looked around for something else to do with her
size. She spotted an adult bookstore, somehow untouched by her rough
play. Quickly shrinking herself down to about ten feet tall, she
ducked
into the abandoned shop and grabbed several toys to amuse herself
with.
She even remembered to get some batteries...


Part 3

As Terry came back out of the little shop, she was suddenly astounded
by
the extent of the damage she had caused. Water mains up and down the
street were broken, twisted and/or flattened; the streets were
flooded.
Huge chunks of asphalt and concrete were strewn about. None of the
buildings still standing had any windows intact. Broken gas mains had
been ignited by severed power lines; several jets of flame lit up the
area.

"Wow," mused Terry. "If that's what I could do in a
few minutes at 1200
feet, imagine what I could do in a few seconds if I was over a mile
tall." Just the thought of being that huge gave her goosebumps.

Sirens in the distance told her that the police had decided to
investigate the disappearance of the giantess. Quickly, Terry trotted
across to the recently vacated office building of Dewey, Cheatham, and
Howe, three jerk attorneys with commercials running on all local
networks. Silently, Terry applauded herself for what she was about to
do
to their business. She can't stand lawyers.

She hopped on the elevator in the lobby to the fifth floor of the
twenty-some story building. It was a bit cramped in there, being that
she was ten feet tall, but she didn't want to ever shrink down to the
level of the worthless, petty population that she loathed so much.
Getting off the elevator, she walked to a nearby conference room with
an
easy, sauntering gait. She was in no hurry, she had all the time in
the
world.

Walking to the large central table in the room, Terry dumped the
contents of her goodie bag out onto it. She had KY jelly, Ben-wa
balls,
vibrating dildos, a leather whip, a cane, and a killer leather
two-piece
with thong and bustier. Slowly she donned the two-piece outfit,
growing
it just enough to fit her frame, but not enough to cover much of
anything.

Placing the other items back into the bag, she climbed onto the table
and sat with her legs crossed in front of her, the bag in her lap as
she
began to concentrate. Her head presently bumped into the suspended
ceiling, but she hardly noticed.  The table collapsed under her
increasing weight, and still she grew. Her head pushed through the
floor
above, bigger she got, wider. The floor beneath her began to creak and
crack. Her growth rate increased and it gave way. Walls were pushed
outward, furniture upended, the building began to shake.  Outside, the
police had arrived. They approached the area on foot, as the roads did
not exist for several hundred yards.  Hearing a ruckus inside a nearby
building, several went in to investigate.

Terry couldn't hold back any longer. Her growth rate exploded, and the
building strained to hold together. She fell through to the ground
floor, crushing a group of police officers beneath her. She stood, and
the building came apart around her.  Her head burst through the front
wall, her butt through the rear, and she lifted the roof off on her
back
as she stood to four hundred feet, five hundred, six, seven, and then
she really poured it on. Looking down, she felt as though she had been
launched from a cannon pointed straight up as the ground fell away
faster and faster. She passed her previous height of 1200 feet and
kept
on going. She passed 2000 feet and only grew faster. 3000 feet, 4000,
5000, she gripped the bag in her hands and spun with glee. More than a
mile tall now, she wasn't done growing yet, two miles, three, three
and
a half, and she stopped. She realized that she could get much, much
bigger if she wanted (and she would), but for now, she wanted to
experience this height.

She set her bag of toys down on a metropolitan hospital complex, which
housed several victims of her first tirade. She'd get to them in a
minute. First, she wanted to just feel the city. Being careful not to
cause too much damage (relatively, you understand) too quickly, she
got
down on all fours. Her breasts hung heavily, heaving with the breath
of
her excitement, virtually pointing the way to where they wanted to go.
Giving in to them, Terry slid her arms out to either side and lay face
first onto the riverfront. Her right breast covered the football
stadium
completely, filled with tiny fans who had been oblivious to her
earlier
rampage. Her left breast crushed a shopping mall and parking garage,
filled with shoppers who thought they'd beaten the Christmas rush.

Her lean, flat stomach smashed a drug-infested neighborhood, several
(in)convenience stores, liquor stores, banks, and a highway crowded
with
late day traffic. Her thighs demolished churches and grocery stores, a
park, and the local police and fire precincts. Relishing the feeling
of
the little structures breaking beneath her, she rolled across the
river,
sinking boats and barges under her legs, hip, and arm. Settling her
rear
end onto a major university, she wiggled it and dug into the soft
ground.

Stretching out, she relaxed into the ruined cityscape. She explored
her
new massiveness. Her explorations gradually became more passionate.
Buildings shook and collapsed against her. An apartment highrise
situated between her legs fell toward her hands' eventual destination,
and as it impacted, she gave a gasp. Too involved to remove her
leather
covering, she simply shrank it until it broke away. Her breasts were
squeezed pleasurably, then burst free. Her hands found their now
unbound
target, and as she penetrated herself, she released all tension and
came
with a roar.

The landscape for tens of miles trembled for minutes afterward.


Part 4

Coming awake with a jerk, Terry realized that she must have blacked
out.
She hadn't come that hard since she'd screwed her college history
professor. She held the record for most professors screwed (ironically
at the college smothered under her backside) and made the Dean's List
twelve times in a row. Hell, the dean was even on her list. But I
digress.

Shaking off the after effects of her, literally, earth-shattering
orgasm, Terry sat up with a resonating "CRUNCH!" Looking
around, she
enjoyed the cool breezes, which struck her body at different levels.
It
was really a unique experience. She pondered the flattened riverfront,
and noticed the virtual dam she had created. Polluted river water
poured
out onto the flood plain. So much for the warehouse district, she
thought idly. But then it wouldn't have lasted long anyway.

Reaching for her sack of naughty toys, Terry shrank herself down to
the
more manageable height of 2400 feet. Turning toward downtown, she
headed
straight for the city's bigger buildings. They began to sway from side
to side, and their rocking became more violent as she got closer. To
avoid them tipping over before she arrived, Terry slowed her
footsteps,
timed to their swaying, and stepped as gently as a 5 megaton female
can.

Terry reached the nearest building. It was a modest 30 stories, and
came
just above the top of her ankle. Kneeling in front of it, she waited
for
it to stop swaying before she set down her sack. Gently then, she used
her right forefinger as a humongous bulldozer, and pushed smaller
buildings, broken pavement, and the dirt beneath up to each side of
the
little skyscraper to stabilize it.

Terry suddenly realized that she didn't know if the building was
occupied or not. She slid back away from the building, and spread her
massive form across dozens of city blocks. The unlucky occupants of a
news helicopter, thinking they were out of harm's way behind her,
quickly found themselves smashed between her legs. She felt the
explosion, but to her it felt more like a fly landing on her. As she
settled into the ground, her breasts pushing their way through the red
light district (no hooker ever had hooters like these!), she brushed
the
destroyed remains of the copter absently away. Now she was at a level
to
see in the tiny structure.

Sure enough, the windows of the building were packed with miniscule
onlookers. This pleased her greatly. Reaching into her sack, she
pulled
out the lubricating jelly, and squirted some out onto the roof of the
building and along its sides.  Working her hands up and down the walls
of the building, she made it nice and slick. Sliding up onto her
knees,
Terry used what was left on her hand to lubricate herself, though she
didn't need much help. Carefully, Terry walked forward on her knees
until she was just past her target. With two hands, she spread herself
wide, and slowly, gradually, sank downward.

It was a strange feeling having the tiny building pushing up inside
her.
Its walls were so thin, they felt like parchment paper. It was kind of
nice, actually. As she took in more and more of the building, its
shape
confined itself to that of her inner walls. The people inside were
terrified to see the walls in front of them bulge and flex, the floors
beneath them bending to keep up. Darkness came upon them, and they
didn't expect ever to see the light of day again.

Terry settled herself all the way to the ground, compressing the
material she had gathered about the building's base beneath her
weight.
Then, reaching again into her bag, she pulled out the smallest
vibrator.
It was nearly 150 feet long, only about four inches to her. Turning it
on, she pressed the tip into the ground. Little people, vehicles, and
buildings exploded from the ultra-powerful vibrations. She lifted it
into the air, and pressed it between her breasts. Turning the knob to
a
lower setting, she gently rubbed each breast with the device, causing
her nipples to become hard enough to cut glass.

Now she was ready. She turned her little toy back to its maximum
setting, and slid it down her body. As she pressed it between her
legs,
close to her love 'scraper, she breathed in hard. Leaning slightly
forward, her legs bent to either side, she supported herself with her
unoccupied hand and began to bounce, not very high, but enough to send
incredible waves of pleasure to her brain. She became flushed, hot,
but
not as much as the tiny occupants of the building boiling inside her.
She began to moan and writhe, being less and less careful, bouncing
and
bucking about. Suddenly, the foundations of the building ripped free,
and before it was crushed within her, she pushed the vibrator inside
her, inside the building, shattering it to molecules. Shaking with
lust,
she twisted and fell, growing unconsciously faster than ever before.
By
the time she landed on her back she was already four miles tall, and
still growing, digging a deep crevasse in the earth. Five miles she
reached, six, seven, ten ... she was still cumming and her rate of
growth increased... twenty miles, thirty, fifty ... she screamed and
the
whole state trembled. At sixty miles tall her growth finally came to a
halt. The little city where her tirade had begun now lay entirely
under
her rear end.

But Terry was oblivious, for she had again lost consciousness.


Part 5

Terry slept. It takes an incredible amount of energy just to exist
when
you're 60 miles tall. She put out enough heat to melt everything
within
a two mile radius of her body. The combination of heat and pressure
from
her weight had formed a bed of smooth obsidian beneath her, conformed
to
her shape, which flowed as she moved. The human population was
appalled
at the destructive force which had appeared without warning, and
threatened all life on earth. Even worse was that this unstoppable
force
was a sentient being with an apparent lack of morality.

National authorities were at a loss as how to stop her. All they could
think to do was dispatch the entire bulk of their militia, foreign and
domestic, as well as police officers from the tri-state area to carry
out the largest evacuation in history, spreading the population out
amongst a wide area, knowing full well that should she awaken, she
could
still catch and then smash them all with ease. The evacuation
continued
for days. Terry slept throughout, hardly stirring. When she turned
over
once, however, half a million evacuees and authority personnel were
flattened in an instant, beneath her immense breasts, tummy, arms,
hips,
thighs, and even her face. More than 1500 square miles of highway,
towns, forests, lakes, rivers, hills, and valleys were rendered
uninhabitable, and virtually impossible to cross by land.

Weather patterns for most of the nation were drastically changed. High
pressure systems built up on her west side, unable to climb six miles
to
clear her hips, let alone the eight miles necessary to pass over her
chest. High humidity and high temperatures made the area from a
hundred
miles to the west of her nearly unbearable. Low pressure systems
plagued
the land to her east for a thousand miles, bringing brisk, cold winds
in
the middle of a balmy summer.

Finally, after remaining comatose for four days, Terry began to waken.
Her first thought when she opened her eyes, was how she had never seen
such a deep blue sky. Sitting up and looking around, her eyes found no
recognizable terrain. It appeared to her that she lay in a flat,
featureless field. Her eyes narrowed to the horizon, trying
desperately
to find something to tell her where she was. Then it hit her. The
horizon line, which should have been a straight line, was greatly
curved.  Standing up, she saw the curve increase. She knew what that
meant. She must be huge. Beyond huge, immense. The thought of being so
large excited her. Why, she could walk all the way across the country
in
just minutes! All the way around the world in just over an hour! What
power she wrought, what havoc she could wreak! But why stop at this
measly height? Why not show this world the meaning of huge? She could
fill the sky! Just the thought of it made her knees go weak.

For hundreds of miles, people looked up at the towering menace,
paralyzed with fear. There was nowhere to run from her, nowhere to
hide.
Every movement of her titanic legs caused the sky to split. Those on
the
ground beneath the passage of her seven mile long feet were
momentarily
bathed in absolute shadow. It seemed strange to them that she should
pass overhead without sound, not realizing that at her speed of
movement, sound, and the ensuing shockwaves, traveled far behind. The
little people found themselves rooted in place, many falling over
backwards like a penguin watching a plane, as they followed her
passage.
Seconds later, they were wiped away by the powerful, shimmering
shockwaves she caused. In places where her feet landed, exquisitely
detailed prints were left. Footprints were all that was left, however,
as nothing on earth could withstand 1.3 thousand gigatons, even spread
out over almost 17 square miles (about 28,000 tons per square foot!).

Terry found walking quite difficult, as her feet sank so far into the
earth that it was like walking on quicksand. Each step caused her to
kick tons of earth miles into the air, covering whole counties under a
thick layer of debris. She soon tired of the difficulties associated
with this height. She decided that five miles tall would be much more
manageable, while still being huge by this planet's standards. Now she
only pressed down with about 1.2 tons per square foot of pressure,
making it much easier to walk on the tortured ground.

Immediately, Terry noticed that the ground beneath her feet was
extremely warm and glowed red. A lesser being with thinner skin
probably
would not have been able to withstand the temperatures she bore,
caused
by the weight and heat of her larger self. The damage she had caused
now
spread before her farther than she could see. Jumping up and down
(which
caused her breasts to bounce in the most provocative way), she found
she
couldn't make the slightest dent in the ultra-compressed earth on
which
she stood. Figuring then, that not much of interest still existed
behind
her, Terry decided to press forward.

Climbing up out of her self-made valley, Terry tried to get her
bearings. The sun, which had been directly overhead, was now behind
her.
This meant that she faced to the east. With her former walking speed
and
stride length, she knew she couldn't be far from the eastern seaboard.
That meant lots of big cities to explore, and lots of damage to cause.
Clapping her hands with glee, Terry skipped her way to the ocean.

On the way, Terry came across a miniature passenger train crawling its
way across the countryside. This gave her a wonderfully naughty idea.
She stepped on the track well in front of the train to stop it. The
engineer slammed on the brakes, nearly derailing the train. She then
shrank once more to the paltry size of 1000 feet. When it had
completely
halted, she separated each car, and picked them off the track.
Discarding the ones without windows, as they would be uninhabited, she
placed the ones containing people side down, and stacked them in two
piles, one top of each other to prevent the passengers' escape.

Ripping the wheels off the engine, she lifted it to her eye level.
Through the engine's front windows, Terry peered in at the terrified
engineer. He pressed himself against the rear of his cabin, gripping
the
wall with outstretched hands. His terror increased ten fold as she
opened her mouth and placed the 40 foot long engine on her enormous
tongue. With the skill of a whore, Terry spun the tiny engine, about
2"
inches long to her, around and around, over and over in the cavern of
her mouth. Finally, she stopped, the engine facing outward. Shrinking
it
on her tongue to the size of a small pill, she tilted her head back
and
swallowed.

The engineer was on the verge of a heart attack. The spinning around
and
over would have made him ill if he had been able to feel anything but
fear. Then he saw her huge teeth and tongue grow even larger.
Everything
tipped upwards, and he watched as the light from outside her mouth
dwindled away, he and the engine falling, falling, falling... splash!
Thick,foul-smelling corrosive fluid enveloped the tiny engine, and in
a
rush of bubbles, it was gone.

Terry turned to stand over the pile of passenger cars. "Mmmm,
these
things are tasty. But a girl's gotta watch her figure.  I really
shouldn't eat them all. They must have other uses, and I bet I can
come
up with a few!"

Reaching for the top two cars, Terry prepared for more mischief, while
several supersonic jets streaked toward her position.


Part 6

Still 50 miles away, but realizing the danger in getting too close,
the
jet squadron's commander ordered all missiles fired at the target.
The
giantess was much more mobile than their usual target, he knew, but
also
much larger.  Some missiles might miss, but if any found their way it
could mean victory.  Losing this one battle, unlike others, could mean
the loss of the war.

Terry held the two passenger cars in the palm of her right hand, and
raised them to eye level.  Looking closely, she could see the sheer
terror on the tiny ones faces, even though they avoided her gaze, as
one
should the gaze of a goddess.

Carefully, she used one violently-purple painted nail to peel away the
roof of each car.  Then, squeezing them ever so gently between folds
of
her palm, she shook the contents out onto her other hand.  Tiny
couples,
perhaps on their way to lover's retreats, tumbled out. Tossing the
two
railroad cars away (killing the lower floor passengers), Terry grew
each
couple (save one) to different sizes, the largest to almost 100 feet.
She then ordered them into an odd sort of orgy while she lay beside
playing with herself.

The normal-sized man and 100 foot woman seemed to be spending the most
time together. These were people after her own heart. She told
herself
that if they lived through what she was about to do, that she'd take
them with her. They'd share the world, and beyond.  But first, her
keen
eyes had noticed the volley of missiles streaking towards her sex
scene.
She recognized her vulnerability at this height, and so, moving her
little
players to safety, began to grow.


Part 7

Terry didn't have much time.  The missiles were incoming at three
times
the speed of sound, and would reach her in just seconds.  Quickly she
shot up to two miles, and nearly lost her balance.  Patiently, she
waited for the missiles to come into range.  Then, arm out-stretched,
she swept her massive right hand through the cloud of missiles.  Most
of
them exploded against her palm; the ones she missed spun out of
control,
crashing harmlessly against a barren hilltop.

Scanning the horizon, Terry spotted the jet squadron about twenty
paces
away.  Reaching out with her power, she shrank them to the size of
ladybugs.  Their engines unable to burn with the now huge air
molecules,
they stalled.  At the mercy of the mighty winds, they were scattered
far
and wide.  Some of the tiny pilots were able to eject, and parachute
to
the ground.  Being only half an inch tall now, though, they each had
horrifying adventures until each met their deaths in equally appalling
ways.

Turning now to her little harem, Terry found them all staring at her
with admiration and awe.  She loved the feeling that she was an object
of worship to these beings.  This was what it was like to be a
goddess.

She decided to share that feeling with them.  Looking west towards the
horizon, Terry spotted a shimmering city on the ocean coast.  Scooping
up her little group in one hand (and several acres of grassland), she
set out for the shore. Terry followed the rail line, which put
several
small industrial towns in her path.  She bull-dozed right on through
them, crushing homes, factories, office buildings, etc. to dust
without
even feeling them.  Well, that wasn't exactly true.  She was aware of
them, inwardly she felt a thrill as the shadow of each great foot fell
across the tiny structures milliseconds before they ceased to exist.
Glancing to each side, she noted the shockwaves created by her passing
as they crumbled buildings for miles out of her way.

The destruction was not lost on her passengers.  They cheered her on
as
she steadily progressed toward her goal.  A mere thirty minutes later
(it would have been shorter, but she kept taking detours to smash
landmarks which caught her eye), they had arrived.

It was a beautiful, gleaming city, by a pristine, deep blue bay.
Suspension bridges crossed the rivers, elevated trains ran here and
there, and towers of glass and steel rose toward the sky.  Well, the
sky
for the tiny inhabitants, that is.

Terry had been cautious on her approach.  By placing each foot down
carefully, and rolling from heel to toe (actually more fun than just
stomping), she had preserved the city intact for her little ones.  She
planned to teach them their new roles as giants and giantesses.  Terry
gently sank to the ground, her lovely behind descending onto rows of
suburbian houses and various stores and shops.  Tiny humans ran about
looking for a way out that didn't exist until they were caught,
smothered and compressed beneath her.  She then spread her legs and
grew, her long limbs surrounding the bay city, her ankles dangling out
over the shore into the ocean.  Terry relaxed in the warmth of the
summer sun, reclining and leaning back onto her hands, each of which
crushed small outlying towns without mercy.

Lowering her hand, she deposited her pupils into the center of town.
She made them each about 800 feet tall, with the women slightly taller
than the men.  She then quietly instructed them to find inventive ways
to play with the city and anything they might find about it.

One of the men walked to a sturdy-looking, cylindrical, nine-story
parking garage.  It seemed the perfect shape and size for him.
Already
excited by the situation, his female partners, and, of course, his
immense goddess, he plucked the garage out of the ground and slowly
penetrated it with his engorged member.  Floor after floor loaded with
automobiles burst upwards until he reached the end of his shaft.  One
hand supporting the structure, he reached for the loveliest of the
three
little giantesses, and bent her over a 42 story building.  Slowly they
made love, tiny cars, vans, and trucks tumbling out of her on each
outward stroke.

Another couple played hide-and-seek among the taller buildings,
stomping
up and down the streets with little regard to the fact that they
didn't
fit between the structures.  Their play grew more and more rough,
until
the woman tackled the man across several blocks, and they began a fury
of sexual positions, grabbing up handfuls of people to crush for
lubrication.

The last couple watched the antics of the first two for a while,
rubbing
each other amorously.  The woman finally backed the man up between
Terry's legs until his back was against her gigantic labia.  They
dwarfed both the man and woman, and had Terry been normal-sized and
they
shrunken, they could easily have passed underneath and between her
buttocks standing up.  But Terry's incredible weight had sunken her
deep
into the earth around the city.  Water from broken mains and indeed
from
the ground itself welled up forming a small lake that the lovers waded
through.  Terry's vagina was at ground level, and as the woman pressed
up against the man lustfully, they both began to slip inside their
goddess.

Terry was ecstatic.  She resisted playing with herself, instead
concentrating on the antics of her fast-learning pupils.  The two
between her legs surprised, but pleased her greatly.  As they slipped
deeper within her, she shrank them slightly so that they would be more
comfortable.  As she did so, they fell completely within her, and she
lay back (flattening a nearby mountain range) and began rubbing her
hands up and down her massive torso.  Her mind wandered, and as she
thought about the two couples she could no longer see, she reached out
with her power to grow them, so that she could see them without
getting
up.

It was the end for the remaining inhabitants of the city by the bay.
The man of roughhousing couple playfully shoved his female partner
down
just as she grew to six miles high.  She fell beneath the suddenly
unsupported other woman who had been leaning on an office building,
and
her lover fell atop her.  The resulting crash leveled the entire city
in
one fell swoop, a sight which drove the lovers into an orgy frenzy
which
they brought to Terry. They climbed atop her stomach and chest,
playing
with each other and Terry's immense breasts as she petted them, and
cooed encouragement.  Terry's rapture began to peak with so much
attention, and as she came, they all came together in one enormous
(pun
intended) group orgasm.  Seismometers around the world registered the
shifting and shaking that lasted several minutes, and actually split
the
ocean state from its parent continent, such was the sexual power
released.  Satisfied that school time was complete, Terry began to
formulate her plan for the future of the Earth.