She paused on the shore, and dipped her big toe into the water. Cold.

Sang-Hee shivered ever so slightly before remembering to adjust her bikini bottom. The clingy navy blue fabric did a rather poor job of covering her posterior. Of course, the suit was designed for a “normal” Korean woman’s dimensions, and Sang-Hee’s behind was a bit rounder and wider than most. She wasn’t necessarily a prude, but there was nothing wrong with a bit of modesty either. The young woman’s top was also a bit overwhelmed, but it showed only a small excess of cleavage, as opposed to the exposed cheeks spilling out of her bottom.

From behind, somebody impatiently cleared her throat. Sang peaked over her shoulder, and glimpsed at the 100 identically attired girls awaiting their turn to hit the water. With no real alternative but to stick with her too tight bikini, the North Korean woman stepped into the East Sea. A few steps later, and with the water no higher than her ankles, the rest of her comrades joined her. As they gradually waded deeper, waves began to rush out in all directions. Not surprisingly, as that many five mile tall women could create quite the disturbance.

Naval boats keeping the entry point clear of trespassers, found themselves bobbing violently in the women’s wake. Sang-Hee had been instructed to remain emotionless during the march, yet she couldn’t help but smirk at the struggling ships. She possessed power beyond reason, and her destination lay directly across the sprawling Pacific. If…no, WHEN successful, Sang-Hee would be a legend for countless generations, she thought!

. . . . .

Her looks could be both an asset and a curse. Sang found subtle flirting often resulted in special privileges, not assessable to other low ranking soldiers: an extra ration of rice, a day off, maybe even the occasional small bag of coffee. Unfortunately, there was a negative side to being the most attractive woman in the corps. Throughout her two years of service, most of the officers and commanders saw her as personal property. Rejecting their advances carried a certain risk, which was how Sang-Hee unknowingly started her path toward godhood.

Even beauty and curves couldn’t protect a soldier from a jilted colonel’s wrath. Considering he could have punished her in any number of horrifying ways, Sang felt thankful she hadn’t been imprisoned or worse. Of course, cleaning the reactor waste chute was hardly a picnic. As she swept radioactive sludge from the clogged hatch, the young corporal had a good hunch this task couldn’t be good for her health. Like any army though, a low ranking soldier wasn’t in a position to debate the wisdom of her orders. At least, possibly in deference to her looks, Sang had been provided a pair of rubber gloves and cloth mask for her mouth and nose. Unfortunately, the noxious sludge proved too much of a match for gloves and masks.

Less than thirty minutes into her assignment, Sang experienced the first sensations grip her body. The young woman’s already small uniform seemed to become even tighter. Sang felt the brown wool constrict uncomfortably, especially against her chest and butt. At the same time, her sleeve cuffs began to quickly ride up her forearms inch-by-inch. The job was only half finished, but Sang no longer considered her duty. She only felt the intense need to escape the fumes. The fresh air did nothing to help Sang’s predicament though, as the radioactive energy had already permeated every portion of her body.

Rapid, astonishing growth sent the young corporal stretching higher and wider. Sang’s expanding round ass and hips exploded through her trousers, leaving her bottom exposed. Moments later, her breasts overwhelmed the stitching of the abused shirt, and it too fell away. 

Panicked and dizzy, Sang stumbled backwards into the base headquarters building. Her firm, thick ass slammed into the middle of the three story building; caving in the concrete exterior. The facility groaned as Sang’s expanding rump covered more of its exterior, and pushed further into the interior. Within seconds, the girl’s relentless growth overwhelmed the headquarters, forcing it to collapse underneath her immense behind. As Sang’s growth rate leveled more and more of the base, military scientists were already enroute to investigate her seemingly impossible growth...

. . . . .

The ocean reached the top of Sang’s thighs as she waded through the middle of the Pacific, and spied her first obstacle…

America knew her destination, and intended to stop the oncoming she-mountain. Much of the fleet sat in Sang’s path, armed and ready to stop the North Korean giantess. Three aircraft carriers, their dozens of escort ships, along with four dozen other craft blocked the woman’s path. Combined, the fleet could obliterate most countries in a day, and the USA’s leadership assumed its warships would easily stop a single woman…even if she was five miles tall.

Before she reached the American navy, speck sized aircraft buzzed around Sang. She heard comically small voices ordering her to halt and turn around. The idea that such puny enemies could force her to do something against her will was laughable, if not insulting. Their impudence made Sang want to destroy these Americans all the more, but the planes wisely remained out of arm’s reach. Conscious of maintaining her dignity, the female colossus continued her march, rather than flail at the military toys. Aware of the world’s eyes on her, Sang held her head high and stuck out her chest. While she couldn’t get her hands on the annoying jets, Sang at least could take pride in how they fell back in response to every step she took.

Unseen below the surface, a nuclear submarine lurked in the woman’s path. It waited her arrival, as well as orders from the nation’s leadership. Unfortunately, Sang came upon the submerged craft first. Too small to be noticed, let alone stand against countless tons of feminine power, the submarine was pushed helplessly forward by the underwater disturbance caused by Sang’s legs. Much like a scrap of paper caught in the wind, the hidden vessel was helpless against the destructive currents. Tossed all about with every one of Sang’s strides, the continuous abuse quickly compromised the sub’s watertight seals…

Within a minute, water rushed into the doomed ship. The additional weight steadied the submarine somewhat, but at the same time, forced it to sink lower. By the time the mighty warship hit bottom, Sang’s colossal bare foot struck. There was no resistance, simply steel and titanium giving way to a young woman’s heel. 

. . . . .

The warnings continued, becoming more desperate with every step Sang took. America’s confidence in their ability to halt the woman began to fade, as her sheer enormity dominated the waiting fleet’s horizon. 

The navy issued one final ultimatum, commanding Sang to “not take another step.” 

She paused for a moment, hands on her hips. The two sides faced each other down, and then Sang smiled as she stepped toward the fleet. Instantly, she was met with titanic barrages of missiles. Explosions burst all over Sang’s body without causing any effect. Even her bikini withstood each fiery attack.

“I’m unstoppable!” she boomed.

Sang gazed down at a destroyer maneuvering for a shot along her backside. As the rest of the fleet ineffectively fired everything available, she snickered at the destroyer’s painfully slow progress. Once in position, the ship launched numerous rounds from its cannons. All the trouble it went through seemed pointless to Sang, as her big round buttocks was as invulnerable as the rest of her body. Still, she allowed the ship to attack. Several dozen projectiles, each capable of immense destruction, burst harmlessly against the Korean woman’s shapely behind for a full minute before she reacted. Sang yawned theatrically, and gazed down at her ass. Her hand lightly patted the unharmed behind, causing what seemed like small thunderclaps to the stunned sailors below.

“Finished? Now it’s my turn” Sang purred in her language.

Grinning devilishly, she bent down, and carefully plunged her pinky into the water several hundred yards from the destroyer. Despite her gentlest effort, the Korean girl’s simplest action still sent the warship bobbing about like it was nothing more than a cheap, plastic toy. Still smirking, Sang traced a watery circle around the endangered ship with her finger. At first the effect was subtle; the water only became a bit choppier. After a few rotations though, Sang began to move her finger increasingly faster. Much to the towering woman’s delight, her finger’s movement created a whirlpool…and then a maelstrom…

For the destroyer, there was no hope. 

It was the American Navy’s newest and most modern ship, yet despite all its capabilities, the engines couldn’t break free of Sang’s movement. Ocean and ship both obeyed the movement of her immense finger. Trapped in the maelstrom, the helpless destroyer span rapidly around and around until it approached the center of the disturbance. Sang snickered as the ship tipped into the void her rapidly moving finger created, right before quickly pulling her pinky away. Instantly tons of water crushed the puny warship and its crew.

An aircraft carrier was next. Practically a floating city, the ship was still absolutely puny in comparison to Sang. Despite its comparatively tiny size, the uniquely shaped vessel stood out from the rest of the fleet, and as a result, Sang wanted it. To those at sea level, the thought of anything on Earth lifting an entire aircraft carrier seemed ludicrous, yet that was exactly what happened. Thousands watched as the slender young she-goliath bent down, and simply snagged the armada’s flag ship between two fingers.

Fully aware of the significance of her act, Sang boasted, “Such power”

Holding the aircraft carrier miles above the ocean, she brought it to eye level, so that she could get a better look. To Sang, the mightiest of American warship’s puny stature was absolutely comical. Grinning, she examined her prize for a few moments, delighting in how it was dwarfed by her fingers alone. She could only imagine what the thousands of Americans must be thinking now that they were hopelessly trapped in the palm of their mortal enemy’s hand. 

Indeed! What must ALL of America be thinking, Sang mused? Better yet, what will they think of this?!

Almond eyes blazing with murder, the North Korean soldier began to squeeze the aircraft carrier. Just two fingers and minimal effort were all that was necessary to obliterate the most powerful ship in history. The thick steel hull quickly buckled under Sang’s casual strength. For the thousands of sailors hiding inside, their end came quickly between the Korean girl’s thumb and index fingers.

“So easy”

Sang let the twisted metal remains fall from her grip, and returned her attention to the remainder of the American fleet. So wrapped up with the “toy” aircraft carrier, she hadn’t even noticed the continued barrage from below. Huge cannons and missiles hit the 30,000 foot woman, mostly on her bared thighs or tummy, yet each salvo equally ineffectual. To the military command watching in the capitol, it was clear there was no point in risking anymore men and ships. 

As a result, the retreat order came from Washington.

The shooting ceased suddenly, and Sang watched as her bite-sized enemies slowly turned around. That satisfying sight filled the enormous soldier with tremendous pride. She…a single woman had defeated the American fleet! Her accomplishment would certainly be remembered throughout history! Yet, Sang cocked her head slightly as the beaten navy fled. A murderous glint sparkled in her pretty eyes, and she took a step toward the retreating ships.

“You may be finished, but I am not”

Sang’s words, spoken so casually, were absolutely thunderous to those at sea level. The Korean woman’s strange language only added to the terror and panic.

Reaching way down, her big behind pointing skyward, Sang placed a hand in the water, and pushed toward the slowly retreating navy. Instantly a wall of seawater, some 1000 feet high, rushed outwards. It was nothing but a playful splash to Sang, but represented doom for the sailors below her. The wave was twice as high as the Washington Monument, and immediately crushed the ships at the rear of the fleet. The remaining vessels faced an even more awesome force: Sang’s gargantuan thighs…

Tiring of the one-sided fight, the giantess strode through the surviving fleet. Ships were smashed against her firm upper legs, while others sank from her destructive wake. With that, the battle ended, and Sang’s path to America was clear.

. . . . .

The American west coast was hopelessly gripped by panic. Everybody witnessed the nearly complete elimination of the nation’s naval and air power, and there was no doubt what would happen when Sang arrived. Unfortunately, nearly four million people all had the same idea: to escape. Freeways especially were impassable, but so too were the airports and rail stations. As a result of their mindless terror, the puny Americans trapped themselves in the city they hoped to flee.

Still standing in the ocean, Sang could watch the chaos from five miles above it all. Her first view of the United States was quite entertaining. Her nation’s mortal enemy and its people seemed so pathetic. To think, they were fleeing from a single girl, she thought proudly!

Gazing at the slender skyscraper ahead, along with millions of speck sized Americans running from her, Sang could only imagine how much more satisfying her domination on land would be. With that, she stepped from the ocean, and slammed her bare foot on the United States…

It was a historic step. 

For the first time in over 200 years, a foreign invader was on American soil.  Sang-Hee represented a single soldier, yet the 5 mile tall, bikini-clad corporal possessed the strength and destructive power of countless armies combined.

The Korean She-Goliath stood on the shore, drinking in the sight of her enemy’s homeland.  From her perspective some 30,000 feet above ground, so much of the land stretched out before her.  Immediately ahead was a major city, its sprawling infrastructure easily visible to Sang’s sharp eyes.

The tallest buildings stood no higher than mid-shin to her, and were clustered a few miles away:  a short stroll for the giant soldier.  Most of the other structures were far smaller; so tiny that they didn’t even reach the feeble height of her ankles. 

Sang’s orders were simple:  destroy -- obliterate the first city she encountered.  The feeling of absolute superiority and power coursing through her body made the young woman sure she would have done just that whether the leadership wished her to or not.

Destruction at her size was inevitable anyway.  Peering down at the ground, Sang noticed the simple act of her wading and stepping ashore wreaked incredible havoc.  Based on the remaining recognizable objects, she assumed she was in the middle of an industrial port.  Few buildings remained standing though.

Clearly her stepping through the ocean created powerful tidal waves…tsunamis.  Nearly every structure within a mile of the shore had been knocked over by the titanic waves Sang created.  Thick layers of broken buildings were intermingled with mud and several beached ships.

Those ships were the most recognizable things remaining.  Mighty tankers and freighters littered the area.  Most of the massive boats were flipped on their sides or tops, and despite their mass, had been obviously helpless against Sang’s approach.

The realization of her casual strength caused the North Korean woman to shiver with pleasure.  Without thinking, her hand crept downward, and slid beneath the waistband of her bikini bottom. 

Who knew power, godlike POWER could be such an aphrodisiac, Sang thought?  At the same time, she realized there wasn’t a man capable of satisfying her.  Somehow, this realization of masculine impotence in comparison to her own might made Sang smirk.

Eyes closed, breathing deeply, she massaged her sensitive region for a moment, before tearing herself away from the mounting pleasure.  No, Sang thought, she was free to do as she wished, but she had a point to make to these Americans.  The destruction she intended to inflict would only add to the eventual pleasure anyway, she reasoned.

Sang’s long stride quickly carried her from the shore to a more intact part of the city.  Beneath her feet were wide highways littered with abandoned vehicles.  Squinting a bit, she thought she could see masses of people fleeing far ahead.  She was disappointed that she arrived after they had the chance to escape.  Still, their puny legs wouldn’t carry them far enough to get away from Sang.

“Insects!  Go ahead and run” she taunted.  Sang relished the mental picture of her feet trodding upon so many of her miniscule enemies.

She followed the highway, heading closer to the crowds, as well as the far more interesting downtown area.  No manmade obstacle could stop Sang’s progress.  Her feet crushed the largest vehicles, while highway overpasses collapsed from her ground quaking steps.  Excitement built, and Sang quickened her pace, until a series of bright flashes on the ground caught her attention.

Stopping, she looked toward the ground, and a wide smirk lit up her face . . .

If not for the miniscule fireballs exploding near her bared toes, Sang never would have noticed the line of tanks below.  To say they blocked her path would be giving them far too much credit.  More accurately, the armor columns and the soldiers were on Sang’s path.  To the giant Korean woman their threat was inconsequential, yet they promised to serve as a delightful diversion.  With a satisfied grin Sang bent down to get a better look at her opposition.

Row after row of the little war machines sat before her.  An impressive enemy for a normal army, but at Sang’s size, they didn’t even qualify as toys.  Clustered around the tanks were minute specks . . . soldiers.  Their pathetic size made it impossible for Sang to count them, but she estimated there must be a few thousand.

She mocked them with a cutesy wave, coupled with a “Hello” in English.

Swatting airplanes, and sinking boats was fun, but these men would serve as a far more satisfying outlet for her colossal power.  Now Sang would have the pleasure of pitting her physical strength against actual American men.  The very anticipation made her tingle all over again . . .

. . . . . 

The men’s orders were simple:  distract the North Korean woman, in order to give civilians more time to evacuate the city.  Stopping her was never discussed as even the most optimistic military leader understood the reality. 

One general in D.C. put it best, “Stop her?  We’re too small for her to notice if she’s not even looking.  Hell, those boys we put in her path could end up as the bitch’s toe jam, and she wouldn’t even know it!”

 . . . . .

Those very toes were what they initially faced.  Even though the Korean woman didn’t move, her mere presence was overwhelming.  The smell of Sang’s titanic bared feet alone, with their pungent, vinegary odor, instantly brought five thousand men to their knees.  Eyes watering, noses burning, the elite unit was all but incapacitated, and Sang hadn’t even moved yet.

The tanks and their crews didn’t succumb to the girl’s foot odor due to filtered air systems, but that was the only victory they would taste.  There was no hope of escaping, but Sang wanted to let her prey know the true hopelessness of the coming battle.  Like her earlier encounter against the navy, Sang once again plunged her finger downwards.  This time though, instead of swirling a bit of water, she traced a circle around the mass of men and tanks.

Those who recovered from the shock of the girl’s foot odor, watched as a Statue of Liberty sized index finger plunged into the ground.  Asphalt and earth were torn asunder without any noticeable effort as the Korean woman cleaved a 150-foot deep moat that encircled the puny American soldiers.

The two sides stared at each other for a moment; Sang sneering down, and Americans gazing skywards.  That she held the advantage was obvious to a worldwide audience.  She didn’t attack right away though, instead she pointed and laughed.  A military force capable of incredible destruction was simply laughed at by a single young woman.  It would become another iconic image.  The mocking and humiliation paled in comparison to Sang’s attack though.

In a flash her giggles ceased, and the girl’s beautiful face became serious.  Sang’s thumb plunged toward the outer formation of tanks.  She was actually quite gentle, but even her slightest touch carried grave consequences in such a tiny world.  The pad of Sang’s thumb lowered onto a half dozen tanks, and while the machines were heavily armored, they provided no resistance to the casual pressure she exerted.  Heavy steel simply compressed flat in an instant.  Sang brought her thumb back up, and examined it.  Grinning, she saw the pancaked tanks stuck to her finger like bits of dirt.  A small shake of her thumb sent the crushed machines flying away.

The remaining tanks opened fire as one.  To nobody’s surprise the American attack was futile.  Sang simply absorbed each and every explosion.  Ordinance burst harmlessly on her body as she regarded her next victims.

She spied a throng of men seemingly coming to their senses.  They amounted to a thousand or so, Sang couldn’t be sure of the numbers due to their miniscule size.  It looked as if they were organizing an attack, but then they saw Sang’s almond shaped eyes staring directly at them.  Instantly, all attempts to fight were abandoned, and the men fell into fetal positions.  Lowering her face directly above them, Sang drank in their terror for a few seconds.

“The mighty American military man” she boomed in Korean.  “To think, cowering before a mere girl!”

She knew the soldiers didn’t understand her, but the insulting tone was unmistakable.  Idly, Sang wondered if Korean would replace English once America and the world were conquered?  It made her feel all the prouder to imagine these arrogant specks being forced speak her language!

Unfortunately for the trapped soldiers, they wouldn’t live long enough to experience a world ruled by Sang and her giant sisters.

A world ruled by . . .  Sang.  Again the gargantuan woman was distracted by her thoughts.  Sang was actually startled that she imagined herself, and not the leaders of her homeland, dominating the planet.  It was a somewhat uncomfortable feeling for a person exposed to a lifetime of propaganda.  Uncomfortable, Sang thought, but perhaps not so outlandish considering the power she wielded . . .

Further pondering was interrupted when a mortar somehow impacted inside Sang’s nostril. The explosion tickled a bit—even made her eyes water ever so slightly.  Then the annoyance vanished just as quickly.

 “Oh yes, I almost forgot about my toy soldiers.”

The men she mocked earlier were once again climbing to their feet.  This time, rather than tease them further, Sang stuck out her tongue, and licked up the entire battalion.  Nearly one thousand men-- hopelessly trapped in Sang’s mouth . . . stuck to the tip of her tongue.  Most were initially crushed by the impact, while others drowned in her saliva.  Those who survived had no doubt that they were about to be swallowed by their enemy.

Staring down at the remaining force, Sang smacked her lips and closed her eyes, as if enjoying the taste of the Americans.

“Mmmm” she moaned.   A short pause, and a second louder, almost sensual “Mmmm” thundered from above.

Initially Sang only wanted to horrify her audience, but the more she thought about what she just did, the more aroused she felt.  These American soldiers amounted to less than a few grains of rice, and she was about to consume a thousand of them in less than a few seconds. 

On the ground, the remaining soldiers watched the nightmare unfold.  Many wretched at the sight of so many of their comrades about to be eaten by this girl.  Their feeling of sheer impudence was crushingly emasculating.  These soldiers represented the elite of America’s military, yet they could do nothing to stop a young Korean woman from actually swallowing their friends.  Even worse:  they were helpless to prevent the same fate happening to them.

Sang knew their thoughts, and it was exactly what she hoped for.  She continued her performance by swishing her snacks around in her mouth a few times, right before swallowing them all whole.  Without a doubt, the Americans beneath her, and those watching on television could see the small lump traveling down her throat.  They knew that lump contained their defenders, their fellow countrymen, and now those men were already settling into her stomach. 

The murderous young woman stared down at the remaining force, and grinned.   She hadn’t even noticed their attacks ceased minutes earlier, once the soldiers’ ammunition ran out.  A few of the bolder, angrier men actually tossed rocks at her, which was as amusingly effective as the modern weapons they had used against her earlier.

She examined her foes, lingered over them as if she was deciding which part of the buffet was most delicious.  It was all for show though, as Sang had no real desire to eat any more of the soldiers.  There was another, equally as satisfying way to humiliate and destroy her foes.

Sang inhaled deeply. 

Due to her immense size, the soldiers actually felt the wind pick up around them as she sucked in massive amounts air.  With Sang’s lungs filling to capacity, her chest pushed out against her bikini top.  At least the men would have an alluring image before meeting their end, she thought.  

Everybody knew what the giant Korean planned.  Many men scrambled to find shelter, while others refused to accept that this girl could cause meaningful damage by simply blowing on them.  In the end, no matter what the soldiers did, their fate was sealed.

Sang loomed overhead, looking almost cute thanks to her bulging cheeks.  Her eyes sparkled with cruel mischief, and she was clearly amused.  Any cuteness people might have seen vanished when Sang unleashed her attack though.  Once her lips formed an “O”, the windstorm began.  A incredible blast of air instantly obliterated the remaining soldiers and tanks.  The simple act of Sang blowing, which seemed quite insignificant to her, sent multi-ton tanks flying just as easily as it did men.

After only a couple of seconds, the entire American force had been blown away.  The ground where they once stood was empty. 

The giantess beamed.  “I win!” 

She might have gloated more, but the tingles she felt upon reaching shore earlier were increasing to volcanic levels after dominating these men --

-- Knowing how utterly helpless they were . . . how pathetic these American men were . . . it all added to the incredible surge of lust growing inside of Sang.  People all over the planet watched the live broadcast as she moaned.   Her hand again slipped beneath her bikini-bottom, but just as before, Sang stopped herself.  She stared into the distant news helicopters, an almost feral expression on her face.  Jaw clenched, chest rising and falling rapidly, Sang needed to unleash her growing need for pleasure.

Her eyes turned toward the downtown area. 

Skyscrapers.  So many people.  Yes, she would go there without any further delay.

The foreplay was finished, and soon Sang would unleash her pent up desires . . .