Janice in the City
by Scott Grildrig
Off the coast of Los Angelas there was an earthquake. Stuff from the bottom of the waters rose to its top. Where Janice was swimming.
The effect was incredibly fast. One instant Janice was floating on an inner tube in the bay, the next she was surrounded by this weird bubbling concoction. The vapors filled the air around her, permeated her. She felt dizzy, then giddy, as though caught in a fast falling elevator. Suddenly she was in floundering in deep water. No. Not so deep, only thigh high, but it should have been deeper. And when she opened her eyes, things were wrong. The coast was too close, and at a funny angle. The waves looked too far away. There was a breeze. It was quiet. And that seagull.
Then it struck her. She was wrong. She was looking down, instead of up. And then she gasped. She was huge. Enormous. She must have been hundreds of feet tall. The coast, which had been nearly a mile away, was now a few short strides distant. In consternation she glanced from side to side, as though seeking help, and then she glanced down sharply. Her bikini was intact, but she felt horribly exposed. Dashing out of the water she stood on the beach and looked for a place to hide.
Then it occurred to her that the beach was filled with people. People who couldn't move fast enough to avoid her. Who she had not seen. A stange sensation filled her gut. Not daring to look to see if she had crushed anyone under her barefeet Janice returned to the water, and waded out into it until the beach was far behind her.
Then she spotted the city. Surely someone there could help her. Eagerly she waded towards the distant buildings. The waters rose then and ebbed from her gigantic body as she crossed the bay. But once again her impetuous hurry betrayed her, and she stared guiltily at the little bubbles of boats sent to the bottom of the bay by her churning thighs. Desparate now to get out of the water she headed for the nearest docks. But everywhere she looked there was no place to escape the waters without stepping on something. Finally, in a bit of a huff, Janice chose the most sparely populated section available, and climbed out of the water.
It never occurred to her the awesome spectical she made as she lifted her titanic body onto the docks. Water cascading from her like a waterfalls. She moved with a ponderous kind of power that sent thousands screaming into the streets. Her bikini only served to accentuate her colossal figure, and she had a body to be proud of. Tall and lith, muscled and very feminine. Her hair was long and blonde, her eyes a lovely shade of green, her lips pouted and unsure as she glanced down at her feet. Her right foot was standing on the smashed remains of a warehouse, her left in the middle of (of all things) a parking lot. It seemed that no matter how careful she was, things were getting stepped on. And she was getting tired of it. And there was that weird feeling in her gut.
Still, it was a marvelous sight. And she drew deep the sea air until her bra was stretched drum-tight across her great breasts. A momentary thought, naughty and delicious, flitted through her mind. But she shook her head and tried to find a place to sit down and wait for someone to find her. But no matter where she turned or stepped, she ended up crushing it under a bare foot. Still it was a strangely satisfying sensation. Those cars, and that bus had crunched in a most delightful way. And the houses literally exploded under her heels.
Janice stopped a moment, and looked down. There was the deep impression of an exquisite barefoot print, little cracks in the ground radiating away from it. And in the print were two cars pressed totally flat, and beside the cars were two little sets of grease stains. The strange feeling in her gut suddenly expanded into a flame of warm pleasure. For suddenly Janice had fully realized something.
She was a real giantess. Nothing half-baked, but a real honest-to-god, eighty story tall, bikini clad goddess. One that sank ships with her thighs. One that stepped on buildings and cars like they were toys, and crushed people like they were bugs. And she knew that that strange sensation was lust. Power lust. Sexual lust. She was a big woman in a little city. And. And. And what?
Janice mulled it over for a moment. But the answer was obvious. Reaching behind herself she unclasp her bra, then slowly, as though exposing herself to a lover, she revealed her breasts. This was the ultimate exhibitionism, the greatest strip tease on earth. She waggled her shoulders and made her breasts jiggle. The cool air on her wet skin was nice and made her tingle. Her nipples swelled huge and hard beyond belief, so she imagined she could gouge holes in buildings with them. Cupping her hands under her breasts, she measured their weight. Fuck little gouges, with boobs like these she could tit-box a building into rubble.
In fact. Reaching down between her legs, she was not surprised to find her panties sopping wet. On a hunch Janice looped her thumbs under the material, and easily tore them from her hips. Now she stood in her full glory, enormous beyond imagining. Hands confidently placed on her hips. Feet spread, and planted firmly upon houses, cars and people. Looking down, the wind from the bay wafting her long blonde hair over her shoulder, she scanned the ground between her feet. Somewhere down there someone was getting the view of his pathetic little life. Reaching between her thighs Janice spread her vulva, distending her labia, so her glistening lips poked out of her cunt. Little drops of cum fell from her cunt, yet to the world far below each was a falling gallon of heavy fragrent cream.
But Janice's eyes now turned to the city, to the buildings, filled with tiny people, streets jam packed with cars, trucks, buses and more people. And nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. With a wicked grin, a naughty grin, Janice stepped forward. No longer giving a damn what got stepped on. Her pussy ached to be filled, and that was the only place with anything big enough to do the job. The earth shook as she strode into the city...
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The buildings rose up around Janice like a stone and metal forest, so it was suddenly strange to be among objects that were comparable to her own colossal size. Far below the tarmac cracked and sank under her barefeet; cars, buses and people were crushed beyond recognition. Water mains exploded and wet her toes. Buildings shifted on their foundations and smoke poured out of some. But she paid litle attention to the mayhem she was causing. Instead she stopped to admire her reflection in one of the glass buildings. Playing idly with herself.
Then it occured to her to look closer. Much closer. Till her great green eyes were just inches from the face of the building. To her delight she was able to discern tiny people. People, who, needless-to-say, were cramming the windows everywhere to look at this gigantic naked woman standing in front of their building. Playfully Janice leaned forward just a litle more, and kissed the face of the skyscraper, leaving a little dab of lipstick on the glass.
When she looked again, the people near that spot looked particularly terrified, and she laughed with delight. Then taking a step backwards (and crushing a small house). She raised her arms over her head and began to dance for her tiny audience. Her hips swayed slowly from side to side, her colossal breasts dipped and jiggled. Janice closed her eyes and moved to silent music, grinding out a dance for her lust. Now wonderfully aware again of the things being crushed under her barefeet. Far far below she heard the sirens and the screams and the terrible crunching noises of her movements. This was her music. It made her hot. She dropped her arms, running her hands over her breasts, down her sides, between her legs. She hoped that the people in the glass building were enjoying the show.
And she grinned an evil grin and stepped forward, pressing her enormous breasts up against the face of the building. It felt deliciously cool against her aroused nipples, so she pressed closer, and closer. And then too close. With a rending crash her breasts burst in through the side of the building, instantly crushing dozens of incautious onlookers. Placing her hands on her buttocks she then ground her mons against the building. But that was less satisfying. She was going to have to find something better soon.
Stepping back she admired the two gapping holes in the face of the building. Looking down she brushed some of the dust from her tits. The way she thrust them forward, they actually looked proud of their little trick. Bending down a little she examined the damage she had caused, the building was about four feet wide, and about two feet taller than herself. But still it stood, despite the holes. Curious, she reached into the right hole with her hand and felt about.
She could just barely tell offices, and desks with her fingers. Most things were too small. On an impulse she pushed her hand deeper into the building. Now that was something. It was like pushing into crunchy graham crackers, the walls resisted her slightly before being smashed aside. At one point she thought she felt an elevator shaft, and then a car. With her arm thrust almost to her shoulder into the building she wrapped her enormous fingers around the tiny square box and crushed it like tinfoil. The thought of what any little people in that doomed box must have felt excited her. She moved her arm around in the building more vigerously now, driving her fingers up through floors and sideways through offices.
It was too much.
Suddenly the building was a collapsing avalanche of rock, spewing dust and debris into the air as it settled into a pile about her barefeet. Janice stared at it a moment in surprise, then with a shout of laughter she spun and sprang at the next nearest building. It exploded as she tackled it, her body driving through it, sprawling across the city blocks, crushing dozens of other smaller buildings as she fell to the ground. Laying there, she laughed quietly. This was fun! After a moment she rose up on all fours, and moved towards a nearby intersection. Poking her head around the corner she stared in delight at another street, completely filled with panicking mobs and stalled cars. She listened avidly to their little screams, and the honking of horns, which only increased as they spotted her.
Moving forward, she supported herself on hands and legs, her great breasts ponderously swaying from side to side as she surveyed the long stretch of road. Then with a sigh she laid down, crushing several blocks of cars and people under her long lovely body. Something poked into her pussy in a most delightful way and she pressed down against it. Probably a bus or a truck, but her antics were too much for it, it was squashed flat. Her head resting on her arms she watched the tiny fleeing mobs of people and pouted mockingly. Wouldn't anybody play with her? Unfolding her arms she embraced a wide section of street, blocking a great press of people from escaping her. With laughter in her eyes she pursed her lips, and bent her head, and kissed the ground. Growling in her throat and laughing she crushed tiny people with her full moist lips, then poked at them with her tongue.
Looking up she smiled hugely, licking her lips, then froze. There, at the end of the street. Was a another building. Not just any building. But the place where her ex-boyfried Eric worked. The one who cheated on her. Suddenly she wanted Eric to see what she was now. She wanted Eric badly.
Standing she brushed the tiny crushed debris from her naked body, and stomped down the street. Working up her anger. That miserable little bastard had dumped her. Oh, No. Not nicely. Only after she had caught him with one of his other girlfriends. One of dozens she had later found out. The rage mounting inside of her she lashed out and stiff armed a building, pushing it over into a thunderous collapsing ruin. With her foot she kicked another one, grinning evilly as it exploded into rubble. Moving forward faster now, faster, almost running, about to leap and bring the tiny man down in his own building.
But then she stopped.
That was too easy. She wanted him to die slowly, miserably, like she had. Crossing her arms she spoke, her voice was feminine thunder, cracking glass and powdering stone. "OKAY, LITTLE PRICKS. LISTEN GOOD. IF YOU BRING ME ERIC DEMMERLY IN TEN MINUTES I'LL LEAVE YOUR FUCKING BUILDING ALONE."
It didn't take ten minutes. Hardly five passed before a small mob hustled a lone man into the courtyard, then dashed back into the building. Janice looked down and smiled, and carefully placed a colossal bare foot to either side of him. They sank deep into the concrete, sending cracks radiating outwards. She could just see Eric down there, his arms raised in mute astonishment and fear. Then lifting her left foot she held it over him. "WHAT DO YOU THINK ERIC? SHOULD I JUST STEP ON YOU? YOU LITTLE SHIT! HOW MANY OTHER GIRLS DID YOU FUCK THAT I NEVER KNEW ABOUT?" She wriggled her toes. "LOOK CLOSE ERIC. THESE TOES HAVE BEEN BUSY TODAY. SEE ANYBODY YOU KNOW STUCK TO THEM?" She laughed, and set her foot down again, this time with the toes directly before him.
"GET UP LITTLE MAN. GET BETWEEN MY TOES BEFORE I CRUSH YOU INTO PASTE." Eric didn't need a second warning, he got up and dashed between her big and second toe. God she was huge. His head didn't even rise above her toes. "HMMM" Janice purred, "GOOD. GEE BUT YOU'RE SMALL. STILL, WHY DON'T YOU CLEAN MY TOES?" Eric looked up in shock, was she nuts? "HURRY LITTLE MAN." He pressed forward and licked the soft warm skin, trying not to think about the carnage they had caused. "ERIC?" "i'm trying!" he shrieked back, and pounded on her skin with his fists. "AHHH, NOW I FEEL YOU." Janice laughed. "BUT I GUESS I'M NOT SENSITIVE ENOUGH THERE. SO LET'S TRY SOMETHING ELSE." And to Eric's horror she began to sit down.
It was like a mountain coming to rest. It was like the sky falling. The ground shook and heaved about him. And then she was down, her legs rising and surrounding him like hills, her body rising before him, impossibly huge. For her part Janice watched her little toy with amusement, wondering if he'd still be standing there if he knew what she intended to do to him.
Not that he could escape her.
"HEY ERIC", said Janice, "WHAT DO YOU THINK?" and she reached between her legs with her hands and peeled herself open for him. Her vulva glistened wetly, the heat and musky air washing over him in waves. Her labia was two stories tall, her clitoris was a car sized knob, her vagina a vast terrifying cave. Tensing her muscles she made it dilate and close. Eric wobbled and fell, chilled with fear as he watched her mighty cunt.
She loved it.
"ERIC, MY LITTLE LOVE." she cooed, "IT'S TIME TO CLIMB MOUNT CUNT AND GIVE YOUR LITTLE JANICE A KISS." Eric shook his head and backed away. Janice frowned, "OH DEAR, ERIC, I DON'T THINK YOU HAVE A CHOICE. OR WOULD YOU RATHER I JUST CRUSH YOU UNDER MY THUMB?" and she reached out with her hand towards him.
With a yelp, Eric darted forward under her fingers and grabbed two handfuls of her long coarse pussy hairs. Like a flea he clambered up her cunt, fighting to avoid the huge sticky gobs of her juices. From high overhead Janice watched his progress, growling in her throat with pleasure as her little man climbed her magnificant vulva. After a few minutes (and a terrifying heartstopper near her mammoth vagina), Eric arrived at her clitoris. He looked up at Janice in dismay, everything was just too damned big.
Janice glared down at Eric over the roundure of her gargantuan breasts, her long blonde hair cascading over her forehead, her green eyes bright and alive with excitement. "GO FOR IT LITTLE MAN." she whispered, and lolled her tongue over her full lips. Eric looked down at her enormous clit, and with both hands grabbed it. Far above Janice sighed and moaned slightly, and Eric began to massage the soft hot flesh, smearing himself from head to foot in creamy goo. Her mons twitched and bucked under him as she reveled in his ministrations. Her hands massaged her breasts and pinched and pulled her nipples. She resisted the temptation to rub her clit. Eric simply was not rough enough for her needs, but the thought of him so tiny and helpless was a real turn on. She bent her head and nibbled at her nipples, riding the mounting waves of pleasure that were filling her.
It was too much for her. God she wanted him. It was time.
Her eyes glazed with passion Janice carefully extricated Eric from her clit with her fingers. Holding him before her face she pursed her lips, "SORRY ERIC, I NEED TO FINISH MYSELF OFF. BUT BEFORE I START, I WANT TO SAY GOODBYE, BECAUSE, LITTLE MAN, I DON'T THINK YOU ARE GOING TO SURVIVE OUR FINAL FUCK." He screamed and writhed madly but Janice took no notice. Spreading her vulva with her fingers she lowered Eric between her thighs and carefully inserted him into her cunt, pushing him in deep with her forefinger. Then she started masturbating, abandoning herself to her orgasm and hoping Eric would last till then.
For Eric it was the end.
Her vagina closed about him like a great wet cave, hot as an oven, flooded with cunt juices, pressing in on him from everyside. In the darkness he felt himself rise and fall as she humped her pelvis off the ground. He was drowning in her cream, smothering in her soft vagina, and the flesh was too heavy for him to move. He struggled in vain, unaware that Janice felt his pathetic little wriggles, and with a shriek of delight went over the brink on them. Suddenly, a wave of incredible heat washed over Eric, her love cream was gushing down his throat, his body twisting in her cunt. Janice's vagina was no longer soft, but rock hard, clenching tight like a great fist.
With laughing disdain Janice crushed Eric to pulp with her cunt, abandoning her restraint her probing fingers entered her vagina and lolled about, mashing the gooey remains of her puny ex-lover into her inexhaustable supply of juices. Her orgasmic powered screams blew out windows all over the city. Her flailing barefeet brushed Eric's former workplace, and with a snarl she pile-drived her feet into it, reducing it to smoking rubble. Then riding the ebbing waves of pleasure Janice grinned, pulling her sopping fingers from her cunt she tasted them, savoring Eric, satiated for the moment with her revenge.
Rolling her head she sighed, then laughed gaily.
It was time for a real fuck. And she had just spotted her next victim....
She examined it from all sides. It was perfect.
It was a tiny little building next to her colossal eight hundred feet, only twelve or fifteen stories tall. Already she had easily demolished more and larger buildings than this one. But this one was built in layers: a bottom portion two or three stories tall, low and wide and shaped like a ')'. A middle layer, also two or three stories tall, but rather narrower. And a riser section about nine stories tall, and somewhat rounded. On each of the roofs, crowds of people panicked and swarmed. Betrayed by their fascination of her, and now trapped.
Making an 'O' with her fingers Janice measured its thickness and smiled. Using her fingernails she chipped off any rough spots, then for good measure crushed the various doorways around the roofs and at the front doors. There were still two concerns she had: one was impossible to anticipate, the other could be accounted for. Chewing on her tongue, Janice built up spittle and spat it onto the building, being careful to avoid drowning the crowds of people. She also delved between her legs for her more fragrent juices, and smeared that onto the building until it glistened dark and wet.
Then Janice hunkered about on her knees until she was a little forward of the building, with it nestled between her legs. Then reaching between her thighs with one hand she spread her vulva wide, and sank down slowly. The initial penetration was sweet, but she resisted rubbing her pussy over the top of the building. She wanted to crush those tiny people under her cervix. Janice engulfed the building with dreadful ease. She imagined those tiny people, screaming with horror, even as Eric had, as her magnificant vagina swallowed their puny building. The top of it would spread her wide enough that those near the center would survive.
She tried to visualize it.
Careless people near the edge of the roof being swept off it by her cunt, to be crushed and smeared down the side of the building. The survivors gasping for breath in her hot musky smelling cavern as the air pressure rose. And descending from high above to crush them, her mighty cervix, doorway to her vast womb. But a destraction granted those on the roof a momentary respite from their fate.
Her spread pussy lips were about to kiss the roof of the second section of the building. Leaning forward Janice had a wonderful view of the churning mob trapped on the roof. Already some were leaping in terror of her great cunt. So before too many got away, she pressed her cunt lightly down and rose up again. Some people stuck to her wet cunt, some fell to the roof below, where others were squashed flat, but most were unharmed. Again Janice dabbed them with her cunt and squished a few more. Again. Again. In a teasing playful rhythm she mashed them under her great hairy monster of a cunt, until nothing remained but sticky goop.
Nor had she forgotten her other 'guests', the trapped group of vaginal spelunkers on the topmost roof. Nothing fancy for them, Janice just sat down until she felt the building touch her cervix. Then she wriggled her hips grinding them between her and the roof, until she felt the top story of the building cave in under her weight.
Actually, it was a marvel that the building had endured this long. And Janice hoped the tiny people trapped within appreciated the care she had taken to get the most out of their pitiful little thighscraper. Once again she began to bounce herself on the building, taking deeper strokes than when she was just crushing people. The ground shook under her, nearby buildings were swaying slightly and dropping bits of rock and mortar to the streets far below. It felt so good, the building filled her nicely. So she humped it for a while, massaging her titanic breasts and admiring the damage she had done.
The city was reeling from her trail of destruction, though enough buildings remained for her to try some different things. And she strongly doubted that the fleeing mobs of people were making any headway. Her toes tingled as she recalled the delightful sensation of stepping barefoot onto a mob of tiny people, crushing them like ants. Now she was getting hot again. Janice laughed and her cunt tightened and grabbed the building. For a moment she toyed with the idea of ripping it from its foundations with her pussy (look ma, no hands!). But resisted it. Pumping more slowly, wondering what it looked like from inside the building. Probably damn scary. The building would be groaning with the strain, mingling noises with the loud slurping sound of her pussy rising and falling. Anyone looking out a slime coated window would see darkness from within her vagina, then light as she rose up on her stroke, then darkness and a thunderous BOOM rocking the floor as she sank back onto the building and her pussy slammed onto its base far below.
Looking down she marvelled at the gushing flow of her juices. The building was soaked in it, and it flowed off of it and onto the street. Also the middle section of the building was faring badly, her repeated battering of it was causing it to crumble. It looked like it was time to finish off her little dildo. Pumping faster Janice abandoned restraint. The earth leapt under her like an earthquake, her mammoth breasts bouncing and heaving. She whipped her head from side to side, her long blonde hair snapping and flowing in a wild tangle.
She came hugely. "OH GOD! OH YES! OH GOD!" she screamed over and over as she orgasmed in great powerful waves. Once again her colossal vagina tightened like a vice. The building resisted her for a moment, another moment, then with a delightful crunch it collapsed. Twisting a little she ripped the building from its base, fingering her clit madly she prolonged her pleasure while her vagina reduced the building to rubble. With her fingers she spread herself and let it fall with a ruinous crash to the ground. Then slowly standing to her full awesome height, she stretched and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair.
She felt terrific. It had been a good day for her. A very good day.
And she was sure there would be more to come. Then an idea struck her. What if the bay was still active with whatever had made her this way? She thought about it a moment. Maybe she should go find Pam and take her to the bay. Then the city would really rock. Janice sighed. The sun felt good on her naked body. She was going to have a lovely tan. Then she felt a curious sensation in her gut. She frowned a moment then laughed. She had the munchies. And the curious sensation became that familiar old lust. She knew what she was having for dinner tonight. And with a wicked laugh she headed for the nearest panicking mob...
Now even though she was a big girl, Janice was not above playing with her food. Her every step towards the enormous crowd of tiny milling people shook the ground so hard that they fell down en mass and cowered a moment before getting up and continuing to flee from her. Pursuing them with her barefeet she herded them further and further down the street. Then taking a slightly longer stride she raised her right foot and planted squarely in the middle of the mob.
Scores of people were squashed to jelly under her incredible weight. Tiny lines of blood and gore rayed out with the cracks in the tarmac. Little pulped bodies oozed up between her toes in a delightful way, and she wriggled her toes enjoying the feeling. Then lifting her foot she examined the bottom of it, enchanted by the sight of the dozens of squashed lilliputian-sized people stuck to her lovely toes and heel.
Dropping to her knees she examined the footprint. This one was better than that one on the docks. It was full of little squashed bodies, sunk almost a full two inches into the ground. Looking up at the terrified people Janice smiled and walked on her hands and knees, uncaring of those crushed, until she was in their midst. Then she bent her head down till her great head was only a story or so off the ground; her long blonde hair draping over her shoulders onto the road.
It was hard, focusing her eyes at this distance, but she managed to pin down a section of the screaming people with her great green eyes. Opening her mouth she stuck out her tongue and dipped her head. When she rose up again, there were several tiny people stuck to her tongue, which she drew in and then closed her mouth.
Janice sat there on her knees, listening to the distant screams of the churning mob, and concentrating on her mouth. She could feel the tiny people moving around inside, trying desparately to escape. Involuntarily she salivated, which diminished that wonderful sensation, so she started chewing. And each time a tiny person was caught and ground between her great teeth, a tiny delicious burst of salt tickled her tongue. She swallowed and smiled. Then Janice bent down and scooped up a small group of people between her fingers and thumb. Leaning her head back, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, she raised her hand high over her open mouth and dropped them inside. Licking her lips she salivated a little, then swallowed them whole and living, like oysters.
It was the signal for her feast. Leaning forward Janice dipped her hands into the terrified mob, lifting a hundred or more in a single scoop. Bending her head she licked her hands clean, sometimes chewing, sometimes swallowing them live. Screaming people leapt from her fingers, trying to escape her hunger. But she caught every delicious morsal. Making "UMMM'ing" noises she vorasciously gobbled up a thousand or more people. Then rising up onto her knees she plucked a water tower off a nearby building, ripped the top off with her fingers, and drank her fill.
Wiping her lips on her arm, she advanced on her knees until she was caught up with the fleeing flea sized mob. A glass building to her left caught her attention, and reaching out Janice plucked a single tiny man from the crowd, then turned and faced the shiny mirror. Opening her mouth she placed him on her tongue, and watched as he scurried forward, trying to escape from her. Laughing in her throat Janice lifted her tongue over him like a rearing wave and crushed him against her teeth. The second she held by his legs, then held her fingers near her mouth. Her teeth flashed white in the sun, and she was holding just the legs, which she then also popped into her mouth. The third Janice held up before her face a moment, and with a wicked grin, and a rumbling thunderous purr of satsfaction whispered: "I AM GOING TO EAT YOU." to her little morsal. And she gleefully watched the little man thrash and wriggle in soul searing panic while he shrieked horribly. Janice laughed and placed him between her pursed lips and sucked him slowly into her mouth, savoring his little screams for mercy before she swallowed him alive.
This was fun, but she wanted more. She wanted to get nasty. She wanted to get messy.
Turning back to the mob, Janice scooped up a double handful. She hesitated a moment, then cupped her hands under her breasts, kneading her fingers into her firm flesh. The crushed and squashed bodies of the tiny people made a kind of slick goop, like a slimy oilrub. The lubrication felt great on her nipples, and grabbing another handful she sprinkled them into her deep cleavage. Then grabbing her breasts she ground them together slowly, until they slicked up with the warm remains of her puny victims. Another handful, this time sprinkled upon her breasts. Pushing her tits up with her hands, Janice bent her hand and licked the top of her breasts clean. Chasing each tiny man with her tongue and then eating him. One unfortunate little hors d'oeuvre of a man was trapped between Janice's lower lip and nipple when she began to suckle herself. When she raised her head, he was gone.
Standing up for a moment. Janice pursued the crowd a little further laughing, "WAIT FOR ME!". Crushing scores at a time under her barefeet with each step, and unabashedly delighting in it. Once in the middle of the mob, she quickly sat down. Shaking the ground like a mountain coming to rest. Her tremendous ass squashed hundreds into paste. Spreading her tan legs, uncaring of those crushed under her moving thighs, Janice leaned forward, and using her hands like bulldozers scraped a few hundred shrieking, screaming, howling little people towards the mighty rise of her cunt.
Janice knew what she wanted, and didn't feel like fucking around. Without ceremony she squashed the helpless mob against her crotch. Rubbing her hands over her mons until a thick gooey mess coated her public hairs. But as with her tits, the lubrication was incredible. Rubbing her clitoris with the fingers of her one hand, Janice thrust the fingers of her right into her vagina. The carnage put what she had done to Eric to shame. Janice squashed, crushed, and mashed hundreds of people at a time, just to lub up her cunt and thighs, increasing the pleasurable sensations to that point she loved most.
This is what is was to be a goddess. To be above morality or modesty. Being like a force of nature, or a natural disastor.
Janice reveled in her absolute power over these insignificant people, whose only worth was to build cities she could smash, to fed her, or to be used without mercy to placate her bottomless sexual lust. Her third orgasm of the day was no less powerful than any of the others. Her conversion from demure civilized lady, to untameable giantess was complete. So long as she lived, no city, town or village would be safe. No car, truck or train, no bridge, house or building would escape her least pleasure. And the millions of tiny people would serve her every whim, willingly or no.
Shaking her head, her blonde mane a wild tangle of golden glory, her green eyes filled with unrestrained joy, Janice rode the lee side of her mighty orgasm, licking her fingers clean of her little victims; with a sauce of her delicious love juices. Leaning back she idly smeared the mess across her flat belly with her forefinger, playfully squashing the occasional living little man she spotted.
The screaming mob had escaped down two side streets, but she was tired, and satisified for the moment. Climbing to her feet she stretched a moment, long and luxeriously. Then looking down, she dabbed at the goo covering her breasts and frowned. She needed a bath. And sauntering lazily down the street, she navigated through the maze of buildings, crushing a bus here or a house there under her long lovely feet. Until she reached the docks.
Stepping into the cool waters of the bay Janice moved into a spot deep enough where she could clean herself. And while she bathed she regarded the boats and the bridges with a new eye. Seeing in them tantalizing ways to satiate herself, to express her newfound power; sex toys for an eight hundred foot tall giantess to enjoy. She felt clean and refreshed, but she decided she would rest awhile before going after a boat, or playing with one of the bridges.
Then she saw it.
Out there in the bay.
That marvelous, incredible slick, that strange wonderful vapor that had made her so huge. And an earlier thought returned to her. Made her dash out of the water, and leap onto the tiny dock and turn towards the suburbs, leaving a hideous trail of destruction in her wake.
There were only a couple hours of daylight left. She would have to hurry.
She was going to find Pam...
The End...(for now)