By the time she stopped growing, Beatrix now was better than 250 feet tall and nearly as big around at the hips and belly as she was tall. She was too fat for her legs to lift her from the rubble, so she rolled, rather than walked, into the street, where a series of vehicles, including two semis and a city bus, immediately ran into her. That had the effect she desired. She stretched longer, but became leaner in the process.
Now more than 350 feet tall, she started scooping up people from the street for her meal, starting with the bus. She decided the bus was small enough that she could simply pop it in her mouth and chew it up. She did so, removing the metal frame, which was no more than a bit of foil to her, when she was done. The tires she swallowed with the seats and people.
Adding the protein from 40 people, and with protein’s disproportionate impact on her growth increasing fast, Beatrix shot up to nearly 600 feet tall, and was back to being immense in all dimensions. She loved the feel of the wobble of her fat at the belly and breasts, of her butt spanning across the entire street and knocking over buildings. She had managed to tap into ancient genetic wisps still in the human system to find the path of the queen insect’s pheromones, and she liked the play on words of calling herself “Queen Beatrix.” After all, Beatrix was her real name.
Beatrix simply picked up a toppled building and punched her way in, popping whole floors worth of people into her mouth. In a matter of minutes, she had become a human mountain, more than 1,200 feet tall, and her widening hips were nearly half again as big around as she was tall.
Then Beatrix felt a small itch on her legs and butt. She was sitting now, and realized that it was men -- hundreds, if not thousands of men -- who were climbing all over her body. She smiled as she realized they were trying to get to her mouth, to feed her instiable desire for growth. The pheromones had completely enslaved every male within several miles now, and were leaving all the women as huddling masses of terror or fleeing in blind panic.
To aid the men in their quest, Beatrix lied down, then opened her mouth. In a matter of seconds, she felt the bug-men climbing up her hair, face and neck. It took more time than she wanted for them to reach her mouth, but she didn’t mind too much. She was no longer having to exert any effort. She was truly their queen.
Then, after awhile, the men started reaching her mouth. They simply climbed or walked in, depending on their angle. Any who got stuck on her teeth she flicked further into her mouth with her tongue. Then the growing started again.
As Beatrix lied there, the media started reporting that there was some sort of disturbance in Cincinnati, but no one could determine what it was. All contact with the city center had been lost, and the impact area seemed to be widening rapidly.
As the communications blackout spread, so did the nationwide panic. People entering the area to investigate were immediately lost into the same bizarre phenomenon.
Meanwhile, radar maps were showing a large and rapidly increasing area of a solid echo over the Cincinnati area. It, too, was speading into the surrounding area. What was happening in southwest Ohio?
The commander at the U.S. Air Force’s Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Dayton decided to send in a drone plane with a remote camera in an effort to find out what was going on. By now, the blackout had gone on for hours, and was widening both into Kentucky and Indiana, and spreading northward toward Dayton itself.
What they saw from the drone astonished and terrified them. It was what appeared to be a colossal human woman, now spreading across the tri-state area near where Cincinnati used to be -- the entire city was now completely covered by the woman’s 20-mile-wide right butt cheek. She was about 35 miles tall, with breasts that jutted at least that into the air and a belly that extended even further up. The wind moved her breasts and belly in an oddly seductive way. More than that, she was growing at an impossible rate.
Radio operators conveyed the news that the blackout area was now only minutes from the base itself. Commanders tried to scramble all aircraft, but none got off the ground in time. However, the radio operators did manage to get both radio and Internet communications to the Pentagon before Wright-Patt entered the blackout area and they, too, were enslaved.
On receiving the messages, Pentagon officials nearly panicked. The whole thing would have seemed like a joke if it weren’t for the situation reported in the media from Ohio, Indiana and Kentucky, and now hearing Illinois. They notified the president.
Meanwhile, Beatrix simply was basking. Her breasts were each now taller than the highest mountain, and her belly jutted far above them. Her massive, nearly immeasurable weight was causing her body to sink into areas where the soil was soft. She couldn’t even feel the tiny men climbing into her mouth. She didn’t know that some of those men were carrying terrified women into her mouth with them. Farmers were herding cattle, pigs and sheep toward her maw. Her growth made it hard to get the large animals there, but the male animals were overcome by her pheromones and actually charged to their deaths, diving into her miles-wide mouth.
More drones were sent in by the Pentagon, and they confirmed that the woman, now bigger than most New England states, was still growing, and the effects surrounding her were widening as well. The President felt there was no choice. For the sake of what was left of the country, a tactical nuclear strike was called for. He ordered the missiles fired at the woman immediately.
By now, Beatrix was so big she couldn’t even hear the missiles approaching. Basking with her eyes closed, she was unaware of the missiles arrival until they hit her. She looked and saw the mushroom clouds where two dozen missiles hit her body, then felt5 the surge from the impact as he body both absorbed the kinetic energy and converted the nuclear energy in to kinetic energy for her to absorb.
Beatrix felt an unimaginable upward surge in height. She was growing so fast it hurt. Now hundreds of miles tall and swelling into the thousands of miles, she glared at Washington, which she could just make out. “You’re … going to regret that,” she said.
Then Beatrix dropped to her knees. It was becoming harder to think. With her last coherent thought, she realized the nuclear weapons had interacted with the pheromone therapy and all the safeguards she had built in to protect herself from harm. She was becoming even more of the queen of a colony of what were, to her, microscopic human insects. And the queen is nothing but a machine that eats and makes more insects.
Even on her knees, Beatrix’s head was above any breathable atmosphere, but that didn’t matter to her anymore. Conscious thought was gone. Managing to flip around, she fell over and continued growing , and growing, and growing.
Eventually, Beatrix stopped growing. Her belly, now fat but not proportionately huge, as in what had been the Midwest of the United States. Her feet were in extreme northeast Canada, and her head lay well into southern Mexico. She was continental, and her growth in height had at last played itself out.
Other governments around the world tried to figure out what had happened in the United States, Canada and Mexico. Only Alaska and Hawaii remained of the U.S, along with some Canadian lands near the Alaskan border. Everywhere else was blacked out, and all their ambassadors, to the United Nations and elsewhere on the continent, appeared to simply be gone.
It took some of the other countries some more lost lives before they found out what had happened in the U.S. through satellite technology. Realizing what a nuclear strike had done to Beatrix before, no one dared launch another. North America, except for Alaska, became, top the rest of the world, a dead zone.
Meanwhile, men were growing food and feeding that food and females to Beatrix. She grew fatter over the centuries, but never any taller, and her pheromone influence field had stopped spreading. Other men were climbing into her vagina, making their way to the constant flow of egg cells she produced. Those men’s entire bodied were used as sperm cells, impregnating eggs that split hundreds of times to produce more offspring to function as food, food collectors or living sperm. The pheromones caused the men to mature in a matter of weeks, making them fit for the continental woman’s needs.
At her size and with her metabolism, Beatrix would live for untold millennia, with almost all of North America as her slaves. The reign of Queen Beatrix would be nearly never-ending, and she would be oblivious to it all. She had gotten her wish, and would be forevermore unaware of it, or anything else.