12 hours later….Microputian Civilization in Jennifer’s
house.
Mike
was asleep in bed with Jackie, just before dawn, when his phone rang. He rubbed his eyes briefly, before he cursed.
Only one number he kept off do not disturb. It was Jennifer’s. He scrambled to
grab the phone and answer the call. “Hello”.
“hey”
Jennifer answered softly. “What’s up” she said, conversationally.
“On
vacation” Mike grunted. “we missed you. We haven’t seen you in quite a bit”.
Jackie now stirred and Mike quickly gestured for her to stay quiet.
Jennifer
snorted. “I’m sure you did. Now you’re going to get to hear from me quite a
bit. Listen closely. I was very upset by what some of your fellow tinies said
about me and my daughter”
Uh-oh.
“But I’m going to give you a second chance. I want to make an example. I’m
going to send you send you a link. This is a live-stream of what I am capable
of”. She didn’t want to tell him almost the entire populace of her container
would be moved, that would have less gravitas. Mike opened the link “PRODIGAN
OBLITERATION LIVE STREAM 1” below it were 100 other live streams, all from
varying points of views, and locations thousands of miles apart.
…..
Microputian view in shipping container
This
bitch had set them up for an impossible task. Vice President Parvus was set up
in one of his northern regional capitals. His boss, the President, had a
meltdown and was incapacitated in a local mental hospital. Parvus was acutely
aware that he was lucky. The national capital city was in the center of the
unit, he was first priority for evacuation and had far less of a distance to
travel (only about 3000 miles) than most. Some citizens were having to evacuate
30,000 miles. Her mercy was a joke, and he ran the numbers in his head over and
over again. The military and civilian plane capacity for evacuation at any
given time was around 0.75% of the population. The average flight time was
13-14 hours. The decision was made early on to dedicate flight resources to
only areas greater than 500 miles away. Everyone else could rely on personal
vehicles or busses. He thought about 75% of those within the 500 mile range
could survive. Outside of that, he thought 0.75% was all that could make it. All
in all, 98% of the south half of the container would perish.
He’d
told his military commanders to dedicate some effort to the live streams. He
wanted documentation of this evil, if they did survive. Of course, there were
some idiot millennials who would live-stream their own death for subscribers.
In
the command center, the Joint Chiefs had a live feed for 20 selected streams at
the front of the room, along with a few other boxes for stations elsewhere in
the country.
Exactly
12 hours after her arrival, they heard the load metallic scraping. The command room
was dead silent. Their world was suddenly light. On about half of the south
facing down streams, they saw the Goddess. Parvus took it in. There was a
little more time to reflect on her appearance. She was quite pretty; a petite
blonde woman in her late thirties. What was her motivation? He knew this type
of woman well. A consummate politician, he knew how to work women of this vulnerable
age; the soccer mom demographic. They were active at local meetings and as a
concerned public servant, he’d listen to their concerns only to take them home
later….He was 60 now. He’d been engaged at much higher-level politics for a few
years and had not the pleasure recently.
She
was clad in a light gray blazer and matching knee-length skirt. She slowly slid
out of the blazer and carefully it next to her careful not to crush anything.
The rest of her clothes came off quickly, even her panties, piled on top of the
blazer. She stood nude before them, and she inhaled deeply. It gave Parvus the
opportunity to take her in. He noticed a little bit of curly blonde hair just
above her otherwise shaven pussy. She took care of herself. She was petite, she
did not have huge tits, but they were just right for her; about a handful (to a
man her size). Her well-kept feet were complimented by baby blue toenails.
Step.
Her pretty feet came down with God-like force. 100,000,000 souls vaporized. A
few seconds later, step. Another 100,000,000 down. This repeated 5 times.
Parvus focused one particular stream. There was a north facing one in the
far-south of the container still working. They got a great view of her ass. As
he leered at the pale bubble-butt, he understood why they called them “moons”.
The giantess turned at a 90 degree angle, and the ass began to descend onto
previously undestroyed areas. The most concussive “BOOM” occurred and shook
even the command center tens of thousands of miles away. Some of the streams
went black. The giantess sat for a minute with her knees up near her chest. One
stream showed her now ground level-pussy. As evacuations were still underway,
they saw two explosive plane crashed. One into her foot (between her ankle and
sole), and one directly into her pussy. She was unaware of both. Her fingers
dived faster than any plane ever could, and the giant walls of her womanhood
opened. With her left hand she reached and began to sweep miles of civilization
towards her open maw. She arched in ecastacy. When satisfied, she relaxed.
Grinning ear to ear, she laid down, her delicate feet mowing over countless
areas, not to mention her legs, back and head. Parvus was unsure who was
luckiest. The giantess lay for 15 minutes. Then without a word she pushed
herself up and walked back to her clothes. She donned them and left.
……
Microputians at Jennifer’s House
Mike
and Jackie embraced each other in front of the cabin’s large T.V. All stations
were live-streaming “THE GODDESS’ THREAT” as they called it. Jackie sobbed
uncontrollably and buried her head in Mike’s chest. What was this meant for?
What did this mean for them? Neither had good answers.
By
around 0900, Mike had enough. The destruction had taken less than 10 minutes, and they were still replaying it 3 hours later. “Come on. Let's get some breakfast". He pulled Jackie from her moping on the
couch. “We’re on vacation after all”. He yanked her into arms and gave her a
smooch, brushing her smooth brown hair back. She smiled for a moment. The moment was cut short. They were both then knocked onto their
butts. The dresser door had opened. They looked up through the sky-light with
dread. An Blonde college girl peered over her massive boobs with a terrifying
grin.