BANGALORE

APRIL 4, 2024

10:52 AM

She opened her eyes. Soft, warm Indian sun bathed her body. Devoid of any clothing (unless you considered the rubble covering her body to be "clothing"), she lay there. Resting. Lying on the collapsed site of one of India's greatest governmental research facilities. Around her, or more precisely, around the three city blocks she lay down upon, the only thing people on the ground could do was watch this young girl with curiosity.

As she lay there, almost fully naked, she began to think to herself. She was tired - but she wasn't sure why. She couldn't remember anything. Maybe she would lay there for a while longer. Then she would get up and maybe find something to eat. In the meantime, curious passersby couldn't help themselves. Walking the long trek around her legs and up to her inner thigh, they marveled at the giant womanhood before them. With her skin already glistening with sweat, the stench was unbearable the closer the tinies got to her cunt. Rotting fish, overripe tuna, the warm, thick smell of an unwashed vagina was all these tinies could smell. Even as she began to twitch, and her legs began to move, and her fingers began to contract, they pressed on. Stinging eyes meant nothing to them, if they could catch a better glimpse of the huge pink cavern in front of them. Then, without a warning, she sat up. Crossing her legs, the tinies beneath her cunt didn't have a chance. For a split second, they were as close to her pussy as they could get without suffocating in her scent - and then with a small, barely noticeable pop, their lives were snuffed out as the girl got her bearings.

As the dust settled from her new sitting posture, she began to think more.

But thinking is hard. Thinking takes an unstressed mind. Thinking takes energy, and a full stomach.

All she could remember was her name. Slowly, making sure her vocal cords were intact, she said her name softly and gently. It was a name that would bring fear into mankind for the rest of its existence.

"Ishita."

Many of the people on the ground, by now, were running away. Some, however, did not have the sense to flee as Ishita sat up. Entranced by her curves, or her sweat rolling down her body, or even just plain stupid, there are enough people that stood in place to watch. When her stomach rumbled, unease set in for many. But panic had not quite set in for most yet. As Ishita scanned the area around her, and the traffic jams exacerbated by fleeing locals, she cracked a small smile. A small smirk as she began to run the pros and cons of tasting one of these small people. Of course, her mind was clouded by hunger, and as she began to salivate, she couldn't hold it in any longer.

All fourteen of them all noticed it immediately. Ishita lowered her head down, mouth wide open and tongue out. In disbelief, they watched for a second too long - a fatal mistake. Now, they regretted clumping together to watch this woman. As they tried to flee and disperse, they were caught by her hands, enclosing them back into a crowd. She lowered her mouth lower and lower onto the crowd. She could hear the screaming and the pleading. They begged and begged, yelled and screamed. Ishita was so absorbed in her task, it didn't even register. In one fell swoop, she lapped up all fourteen people onto her tongue. As she pulled her head back up, ready to eat, her hot breath washed over the crowd. Her dark gullet lay in front of them. Thick columns of hot, sticky saliva surrounded them, running from roof to tongue. Ishita slowly closed her mouth, and the screams went silent.

A sickening crunch. The popping of bone, and the bursting of bodies. Vital organs and meat slid around inside her mouth. The two women who were spared from the initial onslaught of teeth were sprayed in viscera; covered in intestine and blood. A small dribble of blood rolled out of the corner of Ishita's mouth. The women screamed even more as half-chewed men, alive, slid around in a warm, thick solution of blood, saliva, and guts. Then, Ishita chewed again. Another stream of blood out of the corner of her smirking mouth. A final crush between her white teeth, and a sickening gulp. Ishita exhaled, blood on her breath and chunks of meat between her teeth.

APRIL 13, 2024

3:18 PM

A week or so after the world first caught a glimpse of Ishita and her initial romp in Bangalore, Ishita had made her way north, along the coast. Bangalore was a total loss. Thousands of hours of video feed had made its way out of the city, detailing Ishita's violence in immense detail. Of course, Ishita was able to think much clearer on a full stomach. It isn't a surprise that every artery out of the city was cut off - miles of highway destroyed, rail lines snapped, and tarmacs simply crumpled. So when thousands of hours of video feed per day became hundreds, and then dozens, and finally zero - the world watched in horror.

As far as the world knows, nobody made it out alive.

Again, the world was not surprised. Ishita had gorged herself on the inhabitants of the city. Arguably, every single sloppy, spit-slicked death was captured on an Instagram story or Twitch highlight.

Along the highways heading north to the population centers of Calcutta and eventually New Delhi, things were similarly gruesome. News reporters following Ishita's wake found only spit-covered cars and the occasional pool of blood from a messy feeding frenzy. Identifying bodies was a nightmare; of the few remains that were left, it was nearly impossible to ID a person based off of a half-chewed arm or half a skull.

After feasting and munching her way north, Ishita arrived in Kakinada. What she saw before her made her heart begin to beat with excitement. A transportation hub, there were railways, an airport, highways, and most importantly - a large port, packed with people attempting to exit the country. The last city left to evacuate people from her wrath was now an almost certain death trap.

Ishita wasted no time. Immediately, she dealt with the port. Seeing the docks, Ishita had a simple plan. Like she was doing a push-up, she hovered her magnificent body over the piers. Blotting out the sun, she stayed in that position, shading the masses of people trying to get on the next passenger ship out of the country. On Pier 16, hundreds looked up only to see the largest pair of breasts they had ever seen. Sweat drops covered them, and the smell of her body odor was cutting through the once-fragrant seaside air. Her soft, brown skin trembled with the thought of the pleasure she was about to receive. The people trapped on Pier 3 did not fare much better; beneath a huge vagina they could barely breathe. Her unwashed body was rank with stink; her vagina even more so. Handkerchiefs covering the nose and mouth did nothing. As sweat condensed and splashed the crowd; soaking them in a pungent mix of her fluids, they screamed - a preview of the deluge to come.

Few saw the smile Ishita cracked right before she lowered her body onto the piers.

Instantly, the lives of what was estimated to be almost 4,600 people were snuffed out underneath the pressure of Ishita's soft, sweaty body. Involuntarily, she moaned loudly as she felt every single passenger's body pop underneath her. Like pearls in a bubble tea, one by one Ishita felt the soft thwip of bodies bursting into thick, bloody sludge. A thick spray of blood shot out all around her, covering the docks in blood and gore. As she got back up, much of the front of her body was painted red. With a single finger, she rubbed off the viscera covering her pussy lips and licked it clean with a smack of her lips.