She was gone for maybe ten minutes.

In that time both a lot of things and nothing happened. There was movement all around the European continent, but to little avail. The Giantess was getting bigger and bigger, making nowhere on the planet safe. Anarchy ruled the day as all authorities across nations abandoned their posts, themselves desperate to survive the ongoing onslaught of The Giantess. Everyone knew that running was futile, but few could simply accept the proposition of simply sitting and hoping for the best. The vast majority of people made practically no progress, but a few very wealthy individuals were able to use the resources at their disposal to get somewhere, like private jets that could be prepared on a moment's notice. And while many employees had long since given up their jobs, some private pilots remained. After all, any chance to escape The Giantess was a welcome one. A few of these privileged individuals made their way towards Asia and some towards Africa, both places were hoped to be of no interest to The Giantess, who, up till now, seemed to high favor Western English speaking countries. At least one had the idea of heading towards the United States. It seemed like a risky move; was there even anything left standing across the pond? Perhaps, there was no electricity across Europe anymore and, therefore, no one had been able to wait any satellite imagery to see if there were any signs of life emitting from the former super power of the world. But The Giantess seemed unlikely to return there, so going there would, ironically making the States the safest place in the world.

However, this attempt was brought down almost as quickly as it began. For one minute the private jet was flying over the Atlantic, then they were divebombing out of the sky as The Giantess's foot suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It did not touch the jet, but it didn't have to. The wind of its passage, as The Giantess made her way back towards the European continent, was far more than enough.

And of course, she was bigger.

Much bigger.

Much, MUCH bigger.

Her attire was changed. Instead of her sunflower top, she now wore a red tank top that was cropped, her belly on full display. Below that was a pair of yoga pants that were, of course, showcasing a vibrant floral pattern. She no longer wore any shoes, her barefeet splish splashing in the shallow waters of the Atlantic. Tsunamis was not the proper word for the waves formed under her feet. There was no human word to describe the flooding. The only text that could even come close was the Bible, when God flooded the Earth, especially when drops dripped from the soles of her wet feet as she stepped into the mainland.

In one fluid movement, The Giantess stepped over both Portugal and Spain and walked into the Mediterranean Sea, squashing all three Balaeric Islands. For a brief moment she paused, standing over the European continent, her hands on her wide hips, as she examined the area.

She sighed.

“Ugh, this place is getting so small.” She said as if disappointed that the Earth couldn't keep up with her. She frowned. “Hmmmm...

She took a step onto the continent, her left foot destroying the entire country of Switzerland. Then, she brought her right foot down onto Austria. Once she was fully on the continent, she repositioned her left foot over towards Poland. The side of her foot dragged against the Earth, scratching a large chasm that raked across Czech Republic, obliterating it. Finally, she looked over her shoulder and down at what was behind her.

A large shadow draped over the Western end of Europe. The Giantess had sat on London and other entire cities not long ago. Now, her ass spanned the length of France, Germany, Belgium, and Netherlands. Millions had already been killed by the few steps she had taken onto European soil and the few that had somehow managed to survive were in no condition to try and make sense of anything that was happening. If any of them had tried to look up The Giantess they would simply be unable to. A telescope was required to even attempt to make out the floral patterns etched across her ass now.

She bent her knees and began to squat.

As her ass slowly lowered, she reach her hands out to guide herself down. Her right hand smashed down onto the remains of Spain, while her left fell to what had once been Great Britain. Then, she fully lowered herself down, her big ass slamming into the crust of the Earth. A shockwave blew across the globe, sending clouds of dust and debris. In one singe instance, almost the entire Western end of Europe was completely wiped out. All that remained was Luxembourg, which, like the cities of Britain early, was snugly wedge up The Giantess's buttcrack. When she was settled in, her ass spilling out very slightly into the North and Mediterranean seas, she lifted her legs and stretched them out. Her thighs squashed the rest of Poland, as well as Slovakia, Hungary, Croatia, and Ukraine. Eventually, her feet slammed down in the refreshing blast of Russia's cold climate.

Europe has become her yoga mat.

The Giantess smiled.

“This is actually nice!” She said aloud. “My ass is getting a little wet, but it's really cool and refreshing out here. I guess I better get started! This place isn't getting any bigger, that's for sure!”

She stood back up, each step its own series of apocalypses that made the eruption of Pompeii look like a walk in the back, and took a deep breath. Then, she stretched her arms over her head, her hands clasped together, assuming the Mountain Pose and maintained that for a few minutes. Then, she transitioned, to the Tree Pose, holding her hands together as if in prayer before again raising them over her head while lifting her right foot sliding it up her left leg until the sole pressed against her thigh. She balanced in that position for a few more minutes.

When she was done with that, she took another deep breath and then began to bend forward. She ended up looking like an upside down V as she performed the Downward Facing Dog Pose, her the top of her head resting at the very Eastern border of Ukraine, while her arms stretched out into Russia. This was a more difficult pose, but she seemed to manage it well.

Out of nowhere, a hellish boom exploded. It was the equivalent of millions and millions of TNT going off. Another shockwave was sent ripping across the face of the Earth, being felt for miles. Clouds were parted, so were seas; mountains came part in terrible avalanches and earthslides. But something unique happened in this whirlwinds of disaster. The entire country of Luxembourg was shot out, as if being fired from a cannon, into the depths of space, numerous satellites crashing into its surface as the nation disappeared into the endless night. After another moment, The Giantess unbent and stood up, rubbing her belly. It was nothing to be ashamed of, naturally.

Passing a little gas was part of the experience sometimes.

She continued with her yoga.

And she continued to grow.

When she went to do the Warrior Pose, her foot slammed down into the heart of the Motherland of Russia, send a shockwave that tore through the country and traveled down into Asia. When she went to do the Low Lunge, her foot was almost half the size of Russia. Eventually, as her “yoga mat” began to shrink, she had to put her left foot into Sweden and Norway, while poor Finland was simply leveled by sheer approximation. The Giantess then bent again, practically folding herself in half, grabbing her legs. As she held this position, another fart boomed loudly, sending another series of shockwaves down the globe. The moves were strenuous and The Giantess began to sweat in spite of the cool air. Any country, or what was left of them, that found themselves below the mountainous tits of The Giantess were hit with gigantic droplets of salty rain. The heat from her body was becoming sweltering and the humidity from her sweat made it all the more unbearable. Worse yet, the air was thick and heavy and unpleasant; it was very hard to breathe.

Finally, another hour, her yoga session was complete.

And Europe was almost completely leveled.

“Whew!” The Giantess said, unbending from her latest pose and wiping her brow. The sweat flicked off would land somewhere in South Africa. “What a workout.” She fanned herself with her hand. “Even with it being so nice here I still worked up a sweat! I need to cool off.”

She stepped off the continent, her foot now smooshing the remains of Great Britain, which two hours later she had used as a hammock, before stepping over towards Iceland. And how appropriate! She could really use some ice.

The Giantess bent down, droplets of her sweat plopping into the seas, and dug cold country out from the water and raised it up to her head. She pressed it against her sweaty forehead and gently guided it around her brow. She sighed as she felt the ice cold island against her skin. Every city within Iceland's borders were flooded in massive waves of sweat and rapidly melting ice. Eventually, these formed beads that rolled down The Giantess's body. One bead rolled down her neck and managed to go down the back of her shoulders without being absorbed into her already damp crop top. It traveled the length of her spine before reaching the yoga pants, sliding under them and into her thong. Another smaller bead rolled down her cheek, slid along her nose, and was inhaled up her nostril. One more made its way to her big boobs, going down the length of the right one like a boulder down the side of a mountain, scooping up whatever stranded peoples there were before eventually smashing into the hem of the tank top and being soaked up by the threads.

All across The Giantess were survivors. No one knew about these people and hardly anyone who was still alive on Earth cared. After all, who could when The Giantess could arrive and flatten their entire world at any second? But these stranded few atop The Giantess's massive curvaceous body contained scores of people. Millions, perhaps billions traveled across flakes of skin that were the size of entire cities. The vast majority were on her tits; after all, that was how most of them had arrived here in the first place. How many cities had The Giantess stuffed between her fat girls since she had arrived? No one knew. But now they had to survive somehow. And, to that end, these microscopic specks effectively became part of The Giantess's micro biome. They ate dead skin cells, hid inside hair follicles, and mated on her body. Their actions occasionally had consequences, most often in the form of her fingernails when their activities irritated her flesh. Some had migrated away from the boobs, not wanting new cities to rain down on them as they had before. Staying between the tits was a death sentence in the first place and those who found themselves exploring this 'strange new world' immediately discovered this fact...if they were able to survive it. Colonies had been made on her head, where some had been able to dig crevices into her hair to live in or in her ears while desperate attempts to plead for her to stop and leave before she destroyed everything.

But what was most bizarre was that, even while she was bending and folding her body, no one fell off her. Like true insects, these people were able to walk up stretches of The Giantess's form, even when upside down, without any issues. It was as if some powerful force of gravity was keeping them on her. But that couldn't be, right? She was big but SURELY she was not THAT big.

When her forehead was sufficiently cool, The Giantess dropped the icecube known as Iceland between her sweaty tits and mushed it, feeling it explode in a burst of refreshing water that did little to fully cool of the girls, but still felt great nonetheless.

A new sound roared and The Giantess looked down, placing a hand on her belly.

“Oooo,” She frowned. “I'm getting hungry.”

She looked down back towards the European continent, which had almost been reduced to nothing but craters and ash.

Almost, but not entirely. One country remained, somehow managing to survive all of the disaster. The Giantess stepped back towards Europe and dropped down to her hands and knees, bringing her face over Italy. She took a deep breath, sucking countless towns, villages, and cities up her nostrils. She smelled wine, fresh herbs, and, of course, pasta. Her mouth began to water and her belly rumbled again, the vibrations of which would have rattled all of Europe if there had been anything left to rattle. The Giantess smiled.

“I smell something delicious cooking down there!” She said with a booming laugh. “Hope you made enough because guess who's coming to dinner! ME!”

She reached down and pried the entire country out of the ground and then stood up. Salivating, she licked her lips and then tossed Italy, yes the whole thing, into her mouth and began to chew. Mt. Vesuvius was crushed in her molars, Rome got stuck between her teeth, Florence and many others turned to mush across her tongue, and some cities, in all the chaos, slipped down the back of her throat and got sucked into her lungs as she breathed. Such microscopic particles weren't enough to irritate her throat. Eventually, the entire country was a mushed up wad of gunk that was quickly swallowed and thrown down into her empty stomach.

The Giantess patted her stomach, which began to gurgle with the introduction of the meal.

“Ah, who doesn't love Italian food?” She said happily.

She glanced down at the obliterated European continent. There was nothing left there, which was a shame because she had wanted to see some things. But the conditions here had been so nice and she had been meaning to do some yoga for awhile. But the next question was...where to now?

Meh. That could come later. Right now, she had to get out of these sweaty clothes

And with that, The Giantess walked back towards the Atlantic again, where she once more disappeared.

She was gone for maybe ten minutes.

In that time both a lot of things and nothing happened. There was movement all around the European continent, but to little avail. The Giantess was getting bigger and bigger, making nowhere on the planet safe. Anarchy ruled the day as all authorities across nations abandoned their posts, themselves desperate to survive the ongoing onslaught of The Giantess. Everyone knew that running was futile, but few could simply accept the proposition of simply sitting and hoping for the best. The vast majority of people made practically no progress, but a few very wealthy individuals were able to use the resources at their disposal to get somewhere, like private jets that could be prepared on a moment's notice. And while many employees had long since given up their jobs, some private pilots remained. After all, any chance to escape The Giantess was a welcome one. A few of these privileged individuals made their way towards Asia and some towards Africa, both places were hoped to be of no interest to The Giantess, who, up till now, seemed to high favor Western English speaking countries. At least one had the idea of heading towards the United States. It seemed like a risky move; was there even anything left standing across the pond? Perhaps, there was no electricity across Europe anymore and, therefore, no one had been able to wait any satellite imagery to see if there were any signs of life emitting from the former super power of the world. But The Giantess seemed unlikely to return there, so going there would, ironically making the States the safest place in the world.

However, this attempt was brought down almost as quickly as it began. For one minute the private jet was flying over the Atlantic, then they were divebombing out of the sky as The Giantess's foot suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It did not touch the jet, but it didn't have to. The wind of its passage, as The Giantess made her way back towards the European continent, was far more than enough.

And of course, she was bigger.

Much bigger.

Much, MUCH bigger.

Her attire was changed. Instead of her sunflower top, she now wore a red tank top that was cropped, her belly on full display. Below that was a pair of yoga pants that were, of course, showcasing a vibrant floral pattern. She no longer wore any shoes, her barefeet splish splashing in the shallow waters of the Atlantic. Tsunamis was not the proper word for the waves formed under her feet. There was no human word to describe the flooding. The only text that could even come close was the Bible, when God flooded the Earth, especially when drops dripped from the soles of her wet feet as she stepped into the mainland.

In one fluid movement, The Giantess stepped over both Portugal and Spain and walked into the Mediterranean Sea, squashing all three Balaeric Islands. For a brief moment she paused, standing over the European continent, her hands on her wide hips, as she examined the area.

She sighed.

“Ugh, this place is getting so small.” She said as if disappointed that the Earth couldn't keep up with her. She frowned. “Hmmmm...

She took a step onto the continent, her left foot destroying the entire country of Switzerland. Then, she brought her right foot down onto Austria. Once she was fully on the continent, she repositioned her left foot over towards Poland. The side of her foot dragged against the Earth, scratching a large chasm that raked across Czech Republic, obliterating it. Finally, she looked over her shoulder and down at what was behind her.

A large shadow draped over the Western end of Europe. The Giantess had sat on London and other entire cities not long ago. Now, her ass spanned the length of France, Germany, Belgium, and Netherlands. Millions had already been killed by the few steps she had taken onto European soil and the few that had somehow managed to survive were in no condition to try and make sense of anything that was happening. If any of them had tried to look up The Giantess they would simply be unable to. A telescope was required to even attempt to make out the floral patterns etched across her ass now.

She bent her knees and began to squat.

As her ass slowly lowered, she reach her hands out to guide herself down. Her right hand smashed down onto the remains of Spain, while her left fell to what had once been Great Britain. Then, she fully lowered herself down, her big ass slamming into the crust of the Earth. A shockwave blew across the globe, sending clouds of dust and debris. In one singe instance, almost the entire Western end of Europe was completely wiped out. All that remained was Luxembourg, which, like the cities of Britain early, was snugly wedge up The Giantess's buttcrack. When she was settled in, her ass spilling out very slightly into the North and Mediterranean seas, she lifted her legs and stretched them out. Her thighs squashed the rest of Poland, as well as Slovakia, Hungary, Croatia, and Ukraine. Eventually, her feet slammed down in the refreshing blast of Russia's cold climate.

Europe has become her yoga mat.

The Giantess smiled.

“This is actually nice!” She said aloud. “My ass is getting a little wet, but it's really cool and refreshing out here. I guess I better get started! This place isn't getting any bigger, that's for sure!”

She stood back up, each step its own series of apocalypses that made the eruption of Pompeii look like a walk in the back, and took a deep breath. Then, she stretched her arms over her head, her hands clasped together, assuming the Mountain Pose and maintained that for a few minutes. Then, she transitioned, to the Tree Pose, holding her hands together as if in prayer before again raising them over her head while lifting her right foot sliding it up her left leg until the sole pressed against her thigh. She balanced in that position for a few more minutes.

When she was done with that, she took another deep breath and then began to bend forward. She ended up looking like an upside down V as she performed the Downward Facing Dog Pose, her the top of her head resting at the very Eastern border of Ukraine, while her arms stretched out into Russia. This was a more difficult pose, but she seemed to manage it well.

Out of nowhere, a hellish boom exploded. It was the equivalent of millions and millions of TNT going off. Another shockwave was sent ripping across the face of the Earth, being felt for miles. Clouds were parted, so were seas; mountains came part in terrible avalanches and earthslides. But something unique happened in this whirlwinds of disaster. The entire country of Luxembourg was shot out, as if being fired from a cannon, into the depths of space, numerous satellites crashing into its surface as the nation disappeared into the endless night. After another moment, The Giantess unbent and stood up, rubbing her belly. It was nothing to be ashamed of, naturally.

Passing a little gas was part of the experience sometimes.

She continued with her yoga.

And she continued to grow.

When she went to do the Warrior Pose, her foot slammed down into the heart of the Motherland of Russia, send a shockwave that tore through the country and traveled down into Asia. When she went to do the Low Lunge, her foot was almost half the size of Russia. Eventually, as her “yoga mat” began to shrink, she had to put her left foot into Sweden and Norway, while poor Finland was simply leveled by sheer approximation. The Giantess then bent again, practically folding herself in half, grabbing her legs. As she held this position, another fart boomed loudly, sending another series of shockwaves down the globe. The moves were strenuous and The Giantess began to sweat in spite of the cool air. Any country, or what was left of them, that found themselves below the mountainous tits of The Giantess were hit with gigantic droplets of salty rain. The heat from her body was becoming sweltering and the humidity from her sweat made it all the more unbearable. Worse yet, the air was thick and heavy and unpleasant; it was very hard to breathe.

Finally, another hour, her yoga session was complete.

And Europe was almost completely leveled.

“Whew!” The Giantess said, unbending from her latest pose and wiping her brow. The sweat flicked off would land somewhere in South Africa. “What a workout.” She fanned herself with her hand. “Even with it being so nice here I still worked up a sweat! I need to cool off.”

She stepped off the continent, her foot now smooshing the remains of Great Britain, which two hours later she had used as a hammock, before stepping over towards Iceland. And how appropriate! She could really use some ice.

The Giantess bent down, droplets of her sweat plopping into the seas, and dug cold country out from the water and raised it up to her head. She pressed it against her sweaty forehead and gently guided it around her brow. She sighed as she felt the ice cold island against her skin. Every city within Iceland's borders were flooded in massive waves of sweat and rapidly melting ice. Eventually, these formed beads that rolled down The Giantess's body. One bead rolled down her neck and managed to go down the back of her shoulders without being absorbed into her already damp crop top. It traveled the length of her spine before reaching the yoga pants, sliding under them and into her thong. Another smaller bead rolled down her cheek, slid along her nose, and was inhaled up her nostril. One more made its way to her big boobs, going down the length of the right one like a boulder down the side of a mountain, scooping up whatever stranded peoples there were before eventually smashing into the hem of the tank top and being soaked up by the threads.

All across The Giantess were survivors. No one knew about these people and hardly anyone who was still alive on Earth cared. After all, who could when The Giantess could arrive and flatten their entire world at any second? But these stranded few atop The Giantess's massive curvaceous body contained scores of people. Millions, perhaps billions traveled across flakes of skin that were the size of entire cities. The vast majority were on her tits; after all, that was how most of them had arrived here in the first place. How many cities had The Giantess stuffed between her fat girls since she had arrived? No one knew. But now they had to survive somehow. And, to that end, these microscopic specks effectively became part of The Giantess's micro biome. They ate dead skin cells, hid inside hair follicles, and mated on her body. Their actions occasionally had consequences, most often in the form of her fingernails when their activities irritated her flesh. Some had migrated away from the boobs, not wanting new cities to rain down on them as they had before. Staying between the tits was a death sentence in the first place and those who found themselves exploring this 'strange new world' immediately discovered this fact...if they were able to survive it. Colonies had been made on her head, where some had been able to dig crevices into her hair to live in or in her ears while desperate attempts to plead for her to stop and leave before she destroyed everything.

But what was most bizarre was that, even while she was bending and folding her body, no one fell off her. Like true insects, these people were able to walk up stretches of The Giantess's form, even when upside down, without any issues. It was as if some powerful force of gravity was keeping them on her. But that couldn't be, right? She was big but SURELY she was not THAT big.

When her forehead was sufficiently cool, The Giantess dropped the icecube known as Iceland between her sweaty tits and mushed it, feeling it explode in a burst of refreshing water that did little to fully cool of the girls, but still felt great nonetheless.

A new sound roared and The Giantess looked down, placing a hand on her belly.

“Oooo,” She frowned. “I'm getting hungry.”

She looked down back towards the European continent, which had almost been reduced to nothing but craters and ash.

Almost, but not entirely. One country remained, somehow managing to survive all of the disaster. The Giantess stepped back towards Europe and dropped down to her hands and knees, bringing her face over Italy. She took a deep breath, sucking countless towns, villages, and cities up her nostrils. She smelled wine, fresh herbs, and, of course, pasta. Her mouth began to water and her belly rumbled again, the vibrations of which would have rattled all of Europe if there had been anything left to rattle. The Giantess smiled.

“I smell something delicious cooking down there!” She said with a booming laugh. “Hope you made enough because guess who's coming to dinner! ME!”

She reached down and pried the entire country out of the ground and then stood up. Salivating, she licked her lips and then tossed Italy, yes the whole thing, into her mouth and began to chew. Mt. Vesuvius was crushed in her molars, Rome got stuck between her teeth, Florence and many others turned to mush across her tongue, and some cities, in all the chaos, slipped down the back of her throat and got sucked into her lungs as she breathed. Such microscopic particles weren't enough to irritate her throat. Eventually, the entire country was a mushed up wad of gunk that was quickly swallowed and thrown down into her empty stomach.

The Giantess patted her stomach, which began to gurgle with the introduction of the meal.

“Ah, who doesn't love Italian food?” She said happily.

She glanced down at the obliterated European continent. There was nothing left there, which was a shame because she had wanted to see some things. But the conditions here had been so nice and she had been meaning to do some yoga for awhile. But the next question was...where to now?

Meh. That could come later. Right now, she had to get out of these sweaty clothes

And with that, The Giantess walked back towards the Atlantic again, where she once more disappeared.