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Monica XL
by Chuckcjc

Part one: Divine intervention.

Monica stepped out into the sun and onto the hot desolate sidewalk. It was a bright in the city, and the sun poked through the apertures between the tall skyscrapers. A slight breeze made the air almost comfortable to walk, but Monica was too much in her own world to give notice. Her thoughts were muddled with the past weeks dramatic and painful events. It was almost too much to handle all at once. First her breakup with her fiancee two months before their dreamy trip to the alter. A week and three days later, her mother was mugged two blocks from her home. She later died from the stab wounds the filthy asshole bandits had given her as their retribution to her for recognizing one of the assailants. That hurt Monica much more than her fated breakup with someone who supposedly would love her forever. Its one thing that her mother had died, but to die slowly after being brutally stabbed by those uncaring sons of bitches and then being left to bleed to death like a slaughtered lamb - that was just too much. Monica grieved until it hurt and then opened the flood gates to pain all over again. She had to find those fucking cowards and give them a large dose of the anguish she was feeling . There was no way she could let her mother's death fall through the loose fingers of the justice system. Monica made a resolute promise to find them, especially the one who had done the actual stabbing, and do a little butcher surgery of her own. She composed a plan. She would dress up in the her most alluring sexy summer dress, don her lightly bound sandals that accentuated her soft tanned heel and painted toenails, and finish the ensemble with a large lazy handbag complete with Colt '45, fluorescent pepper mace, and 7" sheathed carving knife. Literally dressed to kill, Monica hit the sidewalk in front of her apartment complex and began combing the streets and alleyways in search of a gang of soon to be sorry punks.

Her thoughts were a troubled stream of grief, angst, and rage as she walked down the nearly vacant street stretching her long tan Latin legs out with each bouncy stride. She was an image of deadly beauty. Daunting school boys on their way home dared to sneak a quick glance of her long legs and flowing jet black wavy hair. She caught a young middle schooler stealing a quick peak, and she sent him smiling with a wink of her eye. Monica was being noticed, and that was she was planning on. She was carefully studying the people that she encountered always looking for the misfits, the ones that were painted in trouble. She found them soon enough....

A young male jumped out in front of her from a wide alleyway she was passing by, and said "Hey, hey now sweet thing! What's the hurry?" He was purposely blocking the path in front of her. He was a white male dressed in "wigger" clothing, with a slight bulge above his right hip where the butt of his sidearm stuck out of the waistband of his underwear. "Hoo Hoo Cootchie cool, you are finnnne, MmmMMMMM." He pursed his lips winked and formed his lips into a kiss for her.

"Hey listen, I am not in the mood for this, I am on my way home," Monica told them in her best stern voice.

"Shudup sweetheart, we aren't going to rob ya, we just want some of your fine luvin," said another male emerging from the shadows of the alleyway. Monica turned her stare in his direction only to spot another wise-ass hood behind his shoulder.

"Look guys, I'm not a prostitute, I am not in a good mood, because I am grieving the death ... of my mother."

"Yeah you look like your grieving. Prancing around in that dress. Sure we believe Yoooou! ...Hey girl, your mother wasn't the one we carved up last week was it?" Before the last word had left his mouth, he lunged a step forward and seized Monica's right wrist, pulling it away from her. Her large handbag slipped from her shoulder and slid down to the crook of her elbow. The young thief reached in with trained fingers and found purchase around the barrel of the steel handgun. "Whoah whoah Ho, what's this darling? Don't think you get to use this now, Sweet thang."

Monica's eyes widened, she had been too careless. The hood ripped the bag from her arm as the other two deviants grabbed her from behind covering her mouth with a seedy hand. They dragged her into the alleyway and dropped her to the ground in front of them blocking her escape in the dead-end alleyway. Her mouth free, she let out a flailing cry for help. But the cry dispersed into the humid air - unheard by caring ears. The second thug belted her across the face with the back of his studded glove, leaving two deep scratches across her pretty features. She reeled from the blow and returned with another cry for Help. She received a heavy blow to the back of the skull that rendered her unconscious. Overtaken with pain, her limp body fell in a heap on the alleyway floor.

"Aint no wonder your mother put up such a fight, bitch. Its in your bitch blood.," quoted the first hood as he rifled through Monica's purse. Finding the 7" knife and grinning. "Oh baby we is going to have some fun!" The hoods argued over who got what from Monica's purse, while passerby's quickly turned their eyes away form the scene in the alleyway. No one noticed the pin of blue light that pierced the dark alley shadow and frantically traced every square inch of Monica's frame. The beam seemed to emit from the clear blue sky and was only a few centimeters in diameter. After it caressed every square inch of her frame the beam dispersed just as quickly as it had appeared, unnoticed by anyone conscious. The hoods passed Monica and withdrew to the darker portion of the alleyway having missed the strange blue beam's visit. They were too interested in dividing up their remarkable spoils.

When the portioning of the money weapons and trickets was completed, they focused their attentions back to Monica's motionless frame. The blue beam had returned from the sky only now it was much bigger and more intense than before - nearly five inches in diameter. It criss-crossed her frame precisely at a unbelievable rate, but never once did it pass outside of Monica's silhouette and touch the alley floor beneath her.

"What the fuck is that man?" exclaimed the third hood. "Some kind of trick? How is she doing that?"

They watched as Monica's body was lifted five feet off of the ground by an unseen force. Her body was slowly rotated, and the beam continued to scan every last square millimeter of her. She was rotated 720 degrees laterally and then longitudinally. Her hair flowed around her head as she was rotated and every strand was traced with impossible precision. She was then returned to her original position parallel to the ground.

"Man what is this shit Johnny?" asked the second hood.

" I ain't figured it out yet stupid!" exclaimed the leader. The third hood just stood there dumbfounded - his natural state of being.

The number of beams multiplied to the thousands until Monica's body, hair, and clothing were completely drenched in the intense blue light. And then... She grew. It was a totally unexpedted event to the thugs, only one tried to speak, but was overcome with a loss of words. Not a lot of growth occured as first, she grew just maybe twice her original size to about eleven feet four inches in length.

"Shit what the fuck is going on? That shit can't be real!" screamed Johnny, a tinge of fear in his voice.

The number of beams was again reduced to one and now Monica was levitating about four and a half feet above the ground. The beam split and multiplied once more and Monica grew again, her size doubling. Before the hoods could even scream the beam dwindled and split into millions. Again resulting in a unnatural growth spurt. Monica was now back on the ground, around forty five feet long (head to toe), leaving only ten more feet of freedom for the hoods to cling to in the dead-end alleyway. Monica's sandal clad feet had reached the sidewalk and her painted toenails could be even with a man's chest.

Johnny tried to make a mad dash around Monica's enlarge frame but became entangled in the long wavy strands of her jet black hair. He fought like mad to get free from the entwining strands of hair just before realizing that Monica's tan shoulders were already blocking his escape from the alleyway. The blue light multiplied again and hoods screamed at the top of their combined lungs in horrible anticipation. Just as before, Monica grew again. Her giant right shoulder pressed into the wall of the adjoining Nickel and Dime store and her arm followed, wiping out the clearance clothing section, and effectively snapping the main supports for that side of small store. Johnny the Hood's broken thug body lay forgotten amongst the cement block debris and woman's clearance clothing . Unknowingly Monica had avenged her mother's death. The few customers shopping at the time were at first bedazzled and then overcome by the instinct to survive - fleeing out into the streets, where they were met by another calamity. Monica's growing feet had shoved a parked stationwagon entirely across the street with enough energy to send it slamming into the laundry on the other side of the street. Meanwhile three impatient drivers where caught unawares by Monica's giant calves and collided into these eight foot tall barriers of flesh. The heels of her sandals blocked the sidewalk on the other side of the street, her beautiful toes pointed skyward. As the chaos on the city block slowly rose, the beam once again converged; milliseconds later splitting into millions, tracing her with unkown impossible precision. When Monica doubled in size again the two remaining thugs were overtaken by the great mass of Monica's thick hair before being ground into shapeless masses underneath her goddess caliber scalp. Monica in her unconscious state, never felt them being smashed. But, the petty thieves were only the first to perish....

The last expansion of the sleeping goddess tore the city blocks apart with unforgiving force. Her beautiful feet clad in sand-tone open toed heels plow forward as if they were three story tall bulldozers. They first leveled the small laundry they had been resting in - almost squishing the resident owner as he leapt out of the way of the heels. These said heels then pushed through the back wall of the laundry, through a thin alleyway, and entered the oven section of the local bakery. The roof separated as the arch of the sandals rudely and uncaringly ripped into the premises of the building. Her toes rose triumphantly above the small establishment. Her red painted toenails reflected bright hues of the glaring sun as her big toe twitched ever so slightly. However the growth cycle was not done. Her goddess feet continued to expand with the rest of her now giantess body, getting wider, longer and more dangerous.

The expansion drove them violently into a three story brownhouse, sending parts of the roof and other large sections of the building flying through the air, crashing through the tops of adjacent apartments. Most tenants barely had time to react, Monica was expanding at too fast of a rate. One unfortunate resident was listening to the commotion from the first intersection, then saw the tops of Monica's growing sandals clear the roofline of the laundry across the street from himself. His jaw dropped he watched as one enormous sole quickly filled his field of vision. He saw the intricate stitching around the sole edges and the enormous off-white spot where the sandals were starting to wear through. Then the air rushed at him like a gale of a hurricane - blowing him back. The sole did not stop but only seemed to speed up, and its great shadow filled the window. He clenched his teeth, his jaw locked preventing a scream and then......


The same expansion that made her long legs and sandals crush the world around her feet, made her head another colossal threat. Her lovely head rooted with long wavy black locks encroached upon a different block of tiny citizens. The top of her scalp played the same function as her bulldozer-like feet. Anything in the way was first overtaken by great strands of hair and either entangled and dragged along, or held in place to be crushed under Monica's great weight. The pedestrians had the worst luck, they no sooner freed themselves from the first few initial strands of hair, before they were overtaken by five times as many strands. At least two dozen pedestrians, three small cars, and the front axle of a bus were taken prisoner by her long strong black locks. But as was the case at her feet, her body was not nearly finished expanding. The top of her scalp quickly approached the local movie theater in the middle of a mid-day matinee.

The theaters were almost filled to capacity with air-conditioned patrons. The effects in the movie were so loud and convincing that they masked the rising crash of chaos just a few dozen yards away in the street. The entrapped tiny people in Monica's hair could see the makings of a major massacre as the top of head broke into the theater, dragging a tightly bound station wagon through the theater front's plate glass window. There was nothing they could do but scream, the terrified driver pounded the horn several times in an last chance warning effort. Monica's head was big enough now to bust into both of the seating areas at once. The moviegoers were given almost no warning, the back wall behind them flew apart throwing large sections onto the panicked crowd. Her hair then filled the relatively small theaters and played havoc with the escape of the survivors. Those few that could escape into the alleyway at the rear of the theater, ran screaming as fast as they could. Looking over their shoulders, they could see Monica's head completely dwarfing the what remained of the theater. As they ran further away from the growing giantess, they could see her bangs and forehead above the dangerous mass of hair.


And she laid unconscious, motionless. Her great body slowly settled into the ground because of her unfathomable weight. The roadways were cracked, fissures formed where the earth could not conform. Buildings were shifted and collapsed from there once firm foundations. Her hair covered two square blocks of city street. The strands had captured some three dozen vehicles, foreign and domestic, entwining their axles with strength far superior to tensile steel. Her left hand unknowingly clasped the base of an eleven story office building, the thumb was now the sole occupant of red carpeted lobby. Another tall building, its supports crushed by of her huge heel, rests precariously against the smooth sole of her right sandal. Helicopters hover about the building trying to rescue what people they could find. Five hours passed since Monica stopped growing. The mysterious beam that seemingly came from the blue heavens did not return. The curiosity of Monica's colossal body fueled the desire of exploration in hundreds of sex-crazed men. They started climbing her immense person from the upper floors of the three uneasy buildings which rested against her body. They ran along her tanned left arm in mass to achieve the ecstasy of her soft shoulders, magnificent towering breasts, and the firm plane of her stomach. The perverts among the crowd continued with deeper explorations....


Monica's mind raced through vast country sides and luscious landscapes at a furious pace, in her unconscious state it seemed as though she were flying through the air hundreds of feet above the ground. She could see very far into the horizon. The edges of the healthy forests appeared in fine detail, she could see small farms and a tractor or two tilling the fertile soil. But it seemed odd to her that she could not look at herself, as if she were somehow transparent. Where her arms, legs, and torso should be, emanated a luminescence of soft blue light. It was odd but at the same time comforting, she thought of the blue light as some kind of shield which was protecting her. She pulled her arms, arched her back and soared higher and higher above the ground until the tractors tilling the fields appeared as tiny as shirt buttons. As she rose higher and higher, her consciousness seemed to become to heavier. The ecstasy of flight rose higher and higher. Soon her emotions collided and confusion flooded her senses, the sky turned into darkening shades of deep blue... In the real world Monica's eyelids fluttered.


Monica blinked her eyelids rapidly. She had been torn from the darkening dream and was thrust into the real world of light, where the probing sun flashed its beams into her retinas. Slowly her senses warmed up, her temples ached, she smelt a faint waft of smoke, and her skin felt somewhat tinglely. She whispered lightly to herself, "Oh man... what happened?" She inhaled a deep breath sucking in more of the slightly smoke filled air. She opened her eyes slowly, giving time for her retinas to adjust to the bright light again. Her skin still felt tinglely, especially by her boobs. She reached up with her right hand and brushed the cleavage between her breasts. "Hmmm...," she thought. Her skin felt a little gritty. She wondered where she that she had gotten all dirty, it felt as though she had been sleeping on a dirt road, she could feel what she thought to be small stones rubbing into the small of her back.

She sat up while blinking her eyes rapidly. She opened her eyes and they finally came into adjustment. When she saw a bunch of far away skyscrapers, she blinked her eyes again. "I am on the roof of a skyscraper, and my legs are hanging over the edge!," she thought alarmingly, adrenaline instantly filled into her blood stream. She quickly moved her self backward away from what she believed to be the edge, but the physics of the situation betrayed her, and instead of sliding backwards she fell and landed back on the ground with an "Umph". Her eyelids widened to their limits, and she sat back up. Something was definitely wrong. Exasperated at what she was seeing, "What is going on here?" she exclaimed. "I am definitely dreaming" She looked at her right foot and saw a small intricately detailed building slide past the sole of her right sandal, and collapse into a tiny street, a great cloud of dirt and pillowy dust rose into the air from the rubble, but to her it looked only like a puff. She looked at her legs and followed them to her lap. She could see centimeter high specs of color all moving slowly across the light fabric of her summer dress. Her stomach was covered with more of these specs, and there were twice as many covering her chest area. She focused on her left breast and saw the tiny men for the first time. There were hundreds of them all over her chest, torso and lap. Many of them were tumbling from her boobs, rolling down the fabric and ending up in her lap. She saw a faded red slick between her breasts and came to the grim realization that she had crushed some of these tiny men when she brushed the "grit" away a minute before. She cupped her right hand down below the cleavage of her breasts and caught a few dozen of the tumbling little men.

Bringing them into closer focus, she could see by their fine detail, that these were indeed tiny people of some sort, in fact some of them weren't wearing any clothing. The men fought to move away from the edge of her colossal hand in fear of falling to their deaths. She paid close attention to them, the ones in the front were screaming bloody murder as they looked up into her great brown eyes. Monica separated their numbers with a painted red fingernail of her free hand. She concentrated on a naked man and giggled upon spotting his excited member. She listened to their screams for a few more seconds, before lowering them down to the ground and upturning her hand. The men that were closest to her thumb fell nearly twenty feet as Monica upturned her palm, but she didn't notice - she was already focusing her attention on the small streets that ran along the length of her body. She could see streets jam packed with crowds of centimeter high people and hundreds their tiny vehicles. The crowd was not moving very quickly, movement slowed to a crawl around the street corners and around large chunks of building debris. She judged that she could probably barely fit the width of her sandals between the sidewalks of the three and a "half" lane streets. She eyed the distance between light-poles and telephone wires on the two sides of the street to make the rough comparison. She imagined herself standing there with each foot planted on a different street. Monica came to the conclusion that she was still dreaming, but this dream was ten times as wild as the last one.

She figured that if she was dreaming, it didn't matter what she did, so she reached out and touched the milling crowd of tiny people. They flowed around her finger pushing the weaker ones out of the way to get by her towering digit. She pushed her finger into the ground and it easily pulverized the pavement and dug a deep hole into the cool ground. She marveled at the ease of this. She carefully laid her hand on top of the milling crowd just to feel them move past her palm, She flexed her fingers, throwing the people in front of her fingernails backwards. She arched her palm back and slid her long beautiful fingers among their numbers. She felt them mill between fingers but she tried to crush as few as possible. She chased the crowd with her hand. Monica giggled at her little game. She lifted the hand from the street and inspected her palm. Only a few red stains were visible at the base of her fingers. She gave her self an A-. This was one of the best dreams she had ever had!

Monica shifted her attention to the city on her right side. A small ten story building rested against her thigh. She scooped it up in both hands, but small portions of the building slipped between her palms. She looked among what remained of the intricate architecture. She saw the gray stone facing with its exquisite trimming around the roof. She looked into a small room through a window that had been stripped of its curtains. The detailing of the furniture in the room was amazing, even though it all lay in a heap at the back wall of the apartment. She could make out a smashed TV, a plaid couch, and a small bed. It almost hurt her eyes to study all of the items. She thought, "Oh well", lifted the building high above her head, aimed carefully, and let it drop onto the busy street. Monica didn't feel bad either, after all, it was only a dream. The intensity of the crowds noise increased, they realized that this colossal women didn't give a damn about them.

Monica looked about her with more care. She could see the section of the city she was now sitting "on" continued in front of her for another what she assumed to be a mile or so, before the big business portion of the city sprung up. She looked at the tall towers and guessed that most of the buildings would come up to her thighs and hips, and a few might tower up to eye level. "This is going to be so classic!" Monica exclaimed, imagining the fun she could have walking through the city streets, towering over thousands of oh so tiny people. Her voice could be clearly heard in the busy streets of the big city. She looked down at the crowds running past her long tan legs and started wiggling her freshly manicured toes.

Monica started singing the "Macerana" song that she loved and combed her hands roughly through her luscious black shoulder length hair. She encountered many knots in her hair and managed to pull one out. If was a tiny crushed car, and it resembled a yellow mustang. "Cool car, buddy, but you shouldn't have been driving in my hair!" She exclaimed. She brushed the loose hairs from her bangs and rubbed her face. Something was wrong as she touched her face, it stung like hell. Monica quickly became sober. Her face was cut. Two long scratches extended across her cheek. She touched the wound and ran her fingers down its length. The blood had long since clotted.

Monica's mind raced for answers. They arrived in pieces. The alleyway, her mother. The thugs, the face of the leader, Johnny, her purse and the gun hidden inside. Her mind jumped to a slow motion replay of the thug hitting her across the face as she wheeled back in recoil. Then darkness. She remembered the dream in which she flew hundreds of feet above the ground. She recalled the sense of security that the blue light surrounding her body had provided. She closed her eyes and fought against her logical sense. Something had happened to her, something very strange. Nothing could logically explain the giant size, or rather, colossal size she now possessed. But the only connections were found in the dream. Or what she perceived to be a dream. The security, the sensation of being far above the little objects on the ground. She opened her eyes, and the sight confirmed her rudely garnered theory. She was still secure, there was nothing now that could possibly hurt her. And she was now so greatly above all of the little things that once made up her life. It didn't make sense, but it was all she had to go on for now.

She sat there for a moment and stared at the towering scrapers that where a relative football field away. What was she going to do now? What could she do? She was colossal, like one of the mega giants in paintings she had studied in art history. If she were to walk, the ground would quake. Her footfalls would sound like thunder. Thousands of people would run in fear of her, in fear of being stepped on by one of her beautiful, but now, cruelly colossal feet. There was no way in hell she could avoid stepping on more people. She looked down at the streets and saw that they were almost as packed as they had been ten minutes ago. They could never get out of the way, there was no where for them to go but into the streets. She couldn't decide what to do. She mulled it over a little more and then decided she would have to get out of this city as soon as possible. Sure she had caused damage, but if she stayed she would inadvertently cause more death and destruction than if she left. There would be losses if she tried to leave, but she decided it was best. Monica rose to her full height and looked about her. To her dismay the low income section of town she standing in/on was extended for at least two miles in every direction except for straight ahead. It looked as though the shortest path would be straight through the heart of the city. She saw the mountainous horizon beyond the business district. She decided to head for the mountains, the population density would be much less there, and there she could work out some sort of plan.

Monica looked down at the milling crowds directly in front of her toes. She addressed them directly: "Listen up little people, I don't know how or why I became this amazing... giantess. I guess that is the proper term for myself. But, now I want to leave this city as easily as possible. I am going to walk this way, down this street" She pointed down the street in front of her that lead directly into the city. I want your cooperation. But, I am not going to be very patient." Monica's hands found positon on her hips as she looked down into the tiny sea of faces. "I want out of this city, and I want out now. " She made her voice more stern, "I don't want to crush... any more people, but if you are in my way... I will, I repeat... I will, step on you." She lifted her foot in the air above their heads, and held it there. A pang of fear rose among the collective people. They immediately pushed and shoved each other in a desperate attempt to get out of the way. "I will give you ten seconds between steps to get out of the way. Then I will put my foot down, God help you all if you are still there."

"One, two, three...., four, five, six..., seven, eight," Monica wobbled a little bit as she tried to hold her foot in at a constant height, "NINE....... Ten." Monica saw that the crowd had given her just enough room to step down. But she was forced to step down on five or six abandoned cars. She did not hesitate and brought the foot crashing down perhaps a little harder then she need to. She wanted to put fear into the masses so that they would cooperate, but her footprint pushed way down into the sort earth. The impact caused thin fissures and surface cracks to form all around the imprint. Many people fell between the cracks, but hundreds fell to their feet from the tremendous force. Evidently she had reached the water piping level as well. Jets of water erupted between the cracks and underneath the arch of her heel. Monica was undaunted, she had started this and now she must continue.

She saw the crowds were having trouble recovering from the first step, and having even more difficulty clearing room for the next one. "... Eight, Nine....... Ten." Monica saw there was still some people in the way, but she wiggled her toes and brought her street width foot down again. A great shadow quickly darkened over the unfortunate few, before they disappeared beneath Monica's great sandaled foot. She was not playing games, she had warned them, and now she was going to keep her word. The calamity was rising, it seemed that the masses could not judge where she was going to place her foot next. The length of her stride was apparently uncalculateable. She took a longer stride this time, and it was harder to hold her foot out further from herself. Her sole wobbled above the crowds for only a few seconds, before crashing down again. The casualty count was increasing more with each step. When Monica reached the first wide intersection she noticed how neatly her right foot blocked the entire thing from lamppost to lamppost. She raised her left foot and planted it great girth on the roof of a fifteen story building. The building gave in and her foot leveled it to a five story pile of rubble. The debris fell amongst the screaming crowds. Monica was quickly becoming an unpredictable goddess, her slightest action was magnified a thousand times at street level.


As she stood with right foot effectively blocking a three lane intersection, and her left nestled amongst a five story pile of rubble, Monica took a few seconds to reaccess the situation. This was quickly becoming impossible. She had taken a mere three steps and she had already panicked the crowds enough so that they could not comply with their end of the "deal". She dared not lift her right foot to see how many tiny citizens were crushed as she stood on the intersection. She remembered seeing literally dozens of the tiny, centimeter tall, people staring up at her right foot as she slowly lowered it down on them. As she looked down, she saw hundreds of people trying to wend around the long cracks that fissured from her deep foot print. She wiggled her toes, and the size comparision of her toes to the teams of milling people gave her a wild rush. A much larger rush than she got from being the center of attention working her body on the dance floor of her favorite club. Now she was the center of attention of millions. She really couldn't grasp the concept, not just yet.

Then she glanced at her left foot. Her sandals and toes were covered by office building rubble all the way up to the base of her heel. The radius of the debris, that used to be the upper floors was scattered in a wide mound formation. She could still see thousands of spec sized pieces of what she guess to be office paper, floating through the air. The smoke and dust from the building's sudden demolition, rose slightly above Monica's tanned defined calf. "Neat", Monica thought to herself. She watched for almost two minutes as the minuscule denizens ran from her as she stood above them like a goddess. She had to pull the hem of her summer dress back a little in order to see them in full. It was amazing, some of them were driving through the crowds in cars and trucks, not caring about their fellow tiny people that they were plowing into and running over.

Monica watched one particular 4X4 truck, she noticed it because of its bright red paint job and the fact that it was honking its horn as wildly as it drove through the scared crowds. Monica didn't like this truck. Sure she was a colossus (colossette?, collostra?) that was now causing wide spread havoc, but what right did this asshole have to plow people over in an attempt to flee destruction. Monica leaned over and reached down into the city block in front of her left foot. She carefully reached with her long red pointer fingernail, tracking the motion of the red 4X4. Then she moved in for the kill pressing the tip of her fingernail onto the top of its roof. The wheels spun wildly, not purchasing any traction, and then the roof crumpled in slightly. The words "Squish for me asshole" boomed from high above. Then Monica's finger applied considerably more pressure. The cab section of the truck disappeared quickly underneath the tip of Monica's finger. She pressed the truck deep into the pavement until only the tail-lights and rear bumper were visible above ground. Monica was satisfied with the result. She raised her finger and searched the area for more of the asshole drivers. Monica crushed three more trucks and a taxi cab before she realized that she was having tremendous fun. She stood up to her full height with her hands on her hips. Her hair was spread evenly from shoulder to shoulder draping her upper back. She looked forward to the larger buildings in the city ahead. She sized them up to herself. A smile pursed her lips. There was no doubt about it, she was as big as most skyscrapers. There were only a few that would rise above her.

She became anxious to see them up close.

But first there was a little problem. In fact there were thousands of "little" problems. She had been standing in the same place for nearly five minutes, but they still had not cleared a path for her. Surely they could have cleared the streets by now, at least enough for a few steps. But no, there they were, still teaming around all over the street in front of her right foot. It was impossible! Could they really be that stupid? She had made it clear where she wanted to walk, why wouldn't they clear this one street? Monica became a little perturbed, her black eyebrows furrowed in an expression of impatience. Who did they think she was? Was she playing some sort of game? Monica became overridden with a flush of anger. She shifted her weight to take another grand step. She pulled her left foot from the office building rubble, and swung it forward over the crowd. Without hesitation she applied her pressure into the step, covering, crushing, and burying a whole 1/4 city block of ignorant people. Monica raised her eyes to the sky and exhaled slowly. It was tough but she had to make the transition. She had to take the control that she had been given. Still looking up into the sky, Monica took another step with her right foot. She listened as the crowds beneath her feet became silent, followed by the wicked crunch of the concrete. The people erupted into screams of terror within a ten block radius - the goddess was on the move again. She wasn't being very nice anymore.


She stood at the gateway. A twin pair of twenty story office buildings greeted her. They reached to her mid thigh. Monica stops for a moment cherishing the situation. These are two buildings that earmarked her view from the poorer sections of the city for most of her life. She admirered the intricate architecture chiseled into the granite fronts of the twin buildings. But now, they looked a lot different than the way she remembered them. They were once awesome and majestic, serving as a symbolic gateway from the south section of the greater city, but now to her they seemed small and dwarfed. She had the irresistible urge to knee one of the buildings and watch it crumble. She wiggled her great toes again, it was a sign that she was about to raise hell. She positioned herself in front of the twin tower to her right. Her right foot raised high in the air, and then stomped down in a thunderous crash. The resulting tremor knocked most of the citizens fleeing the doomed building to their knees. They stared up in awe at Monica. Her tremendous sandal clad feet greeted them on either side of tower's front parking lot. A few men from the third floor accounting department were transfixed on her painted toes. They had to arch their necks to see the red hue shining through to the underside of her toenails. The sole of her sandals was as thick as they were tall. Monica's right foot had neatly buried what used to be the accounting and marketing personnel parking lot. All that remained of the assorted sport cars, and mini vans was a gray pillowy smoke that found passage through the tirade of cracks surrounding Monica's footprint.

Monica's foot raised high again, causing a few remnants of flattened vehicles to become unstuck from her sole, falling five stories to the ground, becoming even more mangled on their impact into the earth. Monica stepped down again, placing her feet around the base of the tall building. Her calves now rubbed against the upper stories as she straddled it. She looked down upon the roof, and applied slight pressure to the building with her calves. Her calves caressed the frontice of the east and west sides of the building. An ounce more pressure produced a grandscale restructuring of the tower's framework. The outer office's were overcome by the force of Monica's toned calves and began crumbling into a landslide of rubble. The wreckage of cinder and plaster began to accumulate as it fell away from the sides of the building. Monica slowly moved her hips from side to side in a slow rhythm. She watched as large cracks traversed the sides of the building as she swayed. The thought that she was easily crushing this landmark building between her own calves made her giggle. It was too good to be real. But each little detail confirmed her belief that all of this was real - the little cars and trucks, the people, and their frightened screams of terror as she strode down their tiny streets, all depicted down to the most minute detail. The numbers on minuscule license plates, logos on tiny tee shirts, the disipant sound quality of the terror rising from the streets, and finely crumbled concrete - all served as evidence that this experience was beyond her wildest dreams. As she thought about all of it, the gentle sway of her hips evolved into a slow dance. The infrastructure yielded and the upper third of the building crumbled and fell. Monica watched as the resulting dust cloud rose above her knees and blocked most of the view of her feet. For a second she felt as though she were above the clouds, but she quickly brushed that thought away; that would be just too big. She felt tall enough already.

Having made short work of one of the twin towers, Monica proceeded to the other. She planted her foot on the roadway as she crossed it, mindless of the two dozen unlucky citizens she cruely crushed underneath her beautiful right sole. Monica had become infatuated with her feet in comparison to the things she placed them next to and on top of. She slowly moved her left foot over another small parking lot and buried the cars and screaming victims under the sole of her sandal. There was a dozen small explosions as many of the cars erupted from the impact under the mountain of Monica's weight. But to Monica, the explosions were tiny pops as if they were coming from small firecrackers. Monica straddled the remaining twin tower, and her sexy shadow enveloped it. She peered down at the roof, not focusing on the multitudes of people fleeing the doomed building from the ground floor, and even some from the second and third floor windows. She raised her raised her right foot as high as she could, but couldn't easily rest it square on the roof of the building. Monica frowned, she wanted to stomp this building flat, just like a few of the smaller ones. Monica removed her foot, which was resting against one side of the roof, causing most of the roof trimming and gutter work to break off from the building and plummet to the ground. Monica gazed again at the roof of the building until her eyes glazed over, the look was quite frightening to the hundreds of people running around at street level. Monica raised her right hand up to her face and examined her long fingers and then studied her back hand, even admiring her own long red fingernails. Monica observed the roof again and placed one pointed finger on top of the roof. Already the tiniest amount of her pressure had caved in the section of roofing under the weight of her mighty fingernail. Monica pushed slowly, her finger pressed down into the building, followed by her knuckles. The top four floors of the building twisted and pushed outwards as the mass of Monica's right hand pushed the office structure out of the way. Monica felt a little bit of resistance as she reached each floor, but it took almost no effort to break the lattice structure of each ceiling.

When Monica was into the building upto her elbow, she had to lean over slightly to adjust to the akward position. Her heavy breasts rested against what was left of the upper side of the building and as they pressed down did more damage than Monica's hand. The top three stories of the building quickly crushed under the weight of Monica's right breast, the mass of rubble rained down onto the sidewalk below. Monica felt as though she were pushing through a building constructed out of thin wafers of styrofoam, except the styrofoam was slightly gritty, like sand. There was a multitude of tiny articles that Monica encountered, but it was neigh impossible to tell what they actually were. Monica was curious, and stopped at one particular floor to do some investigation. Of course her fingers were much bigger than any one floor, but she tried to pay attention to the objects of the target floor without breaking through the floor and entering the story below it. She did her best, but there was so much debris as she moved her fingers laterally inside the structure. Mostly what she could feel were large sections of flooring from any one of the above floors she had already pushed through. She was so into her little game of search , that she ignored rising clamouring of thousands of tiny people watching her every move. But, trying to be more careful she let her fingers do the walking, and suddenly she could swear she could feel a tiny desk, and moving back just a little bit - she could feel a tiny couch It had that smooth familiar vinyl covering and it was just big enough to get her finger stuck to it. Excited, Monica pulled her find out of the structure as carefully as she could to get a closer look at it. There it was on the top of her middle finger, a brown vinyl three seat couch. The bottom was busted because Monica had already put to much pressure down into it. But it was cool to see such tiny office furniture. Monica came back to her senses and flicked the tiny couch off of her middle finger and sent it flying for a few blocks before it fell into the street.

The detail of everything was still impressing the hell out of Monica. She looked back down and gathered that there was just a few more floors to go before she reached ground level. She put her hand back into the tunnel she had made and pressed on. She stopped when her fingers became wet, she had reached the sub-basement swimming pool. Monica smiled. This was just too cool. She traced the perimeter of the pool with her finger. It was only about the size of a matchbox. Monica looked down at her right breast, which was pressed devastatingly into the office structure, because of her akward position crouching next to the building. Monica observed how much damage her breast alone had done. She pulled back a little bit and saw the smooth depression where her breast had been. Monica pulled her arm back out of the office building, and marveled her unintentional breast demolition. Before she knew what she was doing, Monica was on her hands and knees in position to level the upper building with her breasts. Her knees where even with the base of the building. She hunckered back on her heels and waited for a second. Then she swung forward, transferring her weight to her hands. Her colossal breasts both plowed into the side of the building and Monica only had to pull a little bit to get them to topple what remained to the top five stories of the building. She re-shifted her position, so that her breasts where directly above the pitiful office building. She came down as if she where doing a pushup. The building pressed into her bodice, and at first Monica didn't think she could crush it. But then it came, the framework gave in, and Monica's breasts came crashing down through level after level of office heaven. The debris formation resembled the other buildings Monica had already leveled, except this one had two craters on top of the rubble heap, showing to all the tremendous damage Monica could do with her beautiful breasts. Monica completed the push up, leaving only five stories standing in any sort of recognizable fashion. "One", Monica said, as she reached the straight armed position. She bent her elbows and came down for the second monstrous push up. Her breasts came down and met the structure, and now Monica had enough leverage to demolish the remaining five stories with no trouble at all. Monica reached the ground and her breasts pressed short craters beneath her. She let the force go out of her arms and stayed there at ground level looking at the hundreds of pieces of office equipment her playing had displaced. Monica chuckled to herself. She really loved this. She was thrilled in causing such massive destruction and not having to pay the consequences for her actions. Soon the rising cloud of dust became irritating to Monica and she rose up to her knees, and then to her full height.


Monica wanted to see some more of the action at street level. So she took a few steps out into the streets again. The streets under her goddess feet where not so busy now, because the people had a chance to run why she was playing wrecking ball with her boobs. Monica strode like a giantess should, with long lazy strides, paying no heed where her feet landed; whether it be in a large semi-abandoned car pile up, or in the midst of a teeming crowd of screaming people. Monica walked eight blocks, before deciding to give a damn and look to see where she was. She was at one of the major intersections of the city, a meeting of five roads. The scene at her feet level was a mess. There must have been close to fifty cars in this intersection, many where twisted and banged up. A few where on fire and she hadn't even been here yet. Obviously the city folk didn't know which way to go to escape Monica the Colossal woman, who was quickly becoming Monica the Colossal Bitch. Monica gave a glance behind her at her heels, she saw scores of people there, and quite a few faces could be seen looking up the length of her incredible legs. She said "Look Out!" and slowly sat down dramatically as if she were dipping her fanny into a hot bath. Throngs of people were snuffed out where they stood gawking at the site of her mighty ass descending down on top of them.

But those that remained were treated to the grandest of views as the giantess Monica's vast body stretched up and beyond all they could see as she sat in the city. Her enormous figure belittled everything, her long hair reached street level as she sat and enjoyed the view. The city was alive, vigorous and unbounded as she looked at the surroundings of her lap. She rested Indian style with her long beautiful tanned legs folded elegantly. Her lap easily covered more than a two city blocks as she rested there. And all around, thousands ran in chaotic fashion, not knowing where to run for safety from Monica's vast reach. She stretched out and picked up a hand full of screaming city dwellers. Being careful not to crush too many as she picked them up and lifted them. It was still amazing to her how small these humans were, considering that she was just as small as they were just a short while before. She looked at them, writhing in her hand, she guessed that she was holding about fifteen or twenty people in her hand. Most were bunched up and clinging to each other as they gazed up at Monica's goddess face. She peered down at them with great eyes full of wonder and amazement. "These are normal everyday people," she thought. "I can see all types of people right there in the palm of my right hand, businessmen, clerks, all types of people. Hmm what is this?" Monica noticed three gang members standing near the base of her pointer finger flipping the bird up at Monica, and jumping up in down yelling what she guessed was profanity. She smiled, and peered only at these three gang members. They looked pretty mean, for little centimeter tall gang thugs, with their baggy clothes, bandannas, and shaved hair. One of them pulled out a switch blade and started stabbing Monica's palm. She watched as it didn't even pierce her skin. It felt like the someone was lightly pressing her skin with the tip of a needle. She felt it but it didn't even hurt at all. Monica let him do his best to stab her, but then she grew tired of his sport. She reached in and pinched with her thumb and pointer finger of her left hand. She managed to grab all three thugs between her two fingers. All she saw was arms and legs as they struggled against her mighty pinching grip. She put the rest of the crowd down carefully on the roof of a six story building next to her right knee, she didn't want to crush them, not at the moment anyways.

She placed the three gang members in her right hand again. They screamed like murder until they were back in her palm, and then they started acting up again. Monica pointed her finger above the one on the right. She couldn't see him beneath her long 'fuck me' red finger nail. With no remorse, Monica pressed down, her palm indented and her mighty finger squished her little pest into puree. She focused on the next one and pulled her finger back. She released, with a quick motion flicked the next thug off her palm with an amazing force. He splattered at the impact but what remained of him flew for nearly four blocks before smashing into the side of an office building. One more left, the one who had stabbed her palm. Monica mulled the situation. She addressed him, the city listened "So how does it feel to be so small and insignificant? What does it feel like to look up at me? " The thug blurted out a string of vulgarities, which Monica could easily decipher by his body language. She didn't like it. "Of course you know I am going to kill you, you little bastard, but first let me tell you something you might not know," the goddess addressed the tiny unworthy bug on her palm. "You see me? I was like you, like all of you, I lived in this city. Maybe we passed each other once, on the street, in a club, or maybe at the supermarket." She paused for a sec, "But you know what? I was always afraid of unpredictable bastards like yourself and your posse, the gangstas, the gangmembers. You whistled at me as I walked by, and pawed at me in dark alleyways. You know what? I don't like to be pawed or clawed at by scum. I hate you." Monica spit on the diminutive man in her palm for emphasis. "It was those like you that killed my mother, and gave me this scar." She traced the fresh cut on her cheek, with her fingertips. "But now look at you. How tough are you now? You can't even break my skin! Your are suuuuuch a Bad Ass, aren't you?' Monica's tone was very serious now, she didn't just look down at the thug, she glared down at him. Her fingers started to curl closing in on him slowly as she spoke. The shadows of her fingertips, covered over him. For the first time, he started to scream in terror. "Well now.... by some strange twist of fate.... I am a GODDESS!" Monica's face was directly above her hand, the hair hung down around her almost closed palm. The finger's closed their prison around the thug, and she felt him pounding against her fist in fear. "I am not just a goddess my little insect, I am an avenging goddess, a woman of enormous power. I am quite confident that the world will not be the same now that I am here to play. From this moment on, I do not give pity to the scum of the earth. I will be the judge of all mankind, and my sentence will be extreme. Die tough guy." With this Monica closed her finger into a tight fist. A snapping noise could be heard as she applied enormous pressure to her fist.

Monica was all fired up with a passion for domination. She came out of the Indian sitting position, and removed her sandals one by one. She put the sandals side by side blocking two streets with their enormous size. She admired her bare feet. Her toes were painted wonderfully, she felt she had very presentable feet and had always paid special attention to the manicure and decoration of her toenails. She wiggled her toes playfully. Monica rose to her feet and for the first time directly felt the soft ground break under the weight of herself. The feeling of making the ground give under her feet was invigorating. Feeling very good about herself, Monica began walking again. She took long carefree strides as she strode down the tiny street. The world was at her feet.


Monica enjoyed the feeling as she walked down the tiny roadways, each of her bare feet blocking the streets below from sidewalk to sidewalk. Sometimes, if the passageway beneath her was too full of fleeing people, she would step over the low buildings and cross to the parallel street. It was a wonderful image of Monica's foot descending as she stepped into the next fareway. Her foot came down so fast that the impact was tremendously violent to the small street way. The ground crumbled easily around the perimeter of her foot, sending chunks of asphalt flying, and breaking shallow fissures that permeated the brittle street for a many yards like the branches on a young tree.


Monica passed the next tall building that was nearly her height, and then... she saw it - a blue suspension bridge extending across the calm ocean bay. It was strange looking down at it from nearly 3/4 of a mile away, but Monica was slowly becoming accustom to her new frame of reference. Monica looked and she could see little specs of color moving along the bridge roadway, and it excited her, all of the traffic looked to be headed one way - away from town, away from her. Well, Monica couldn't let that happen, this was here town now, and she hadn't given these tiny bridge-farers permission to leave just yet. She decided to go over to the bridge and say 'Hi'. Monica strode majestically to the span. The road broke under each eager step. Monica was a woman on a mission, or rather, a colossal goddess on a power trip. She strode block after block, her lovely bare feet blocking and demolishing the narrow streets and rendering the passage way impassable. At intersections she put extra emphasis into her step, relishing the massive destruction just one of her feet could cause as it covered nearly two dozen people, impacting them and a few of their cars deep into the seemingly soft asphalt. All of the people in her path were overcome with tremendous fear as Monica's relentless strides brought her colossal being quickly over them.

And then she stepped on the dockyard, covering two docks, a yacht and a boat house with her lovely right foot, before taking her first step into the bay with her left. To her it was like a step into a shallow puddle. She could see the cars on the bridge swerve and vear as the tiny drivers sensed her approach. It was impossible not to notice a 700 foot tall, beautifully tanned Latin woman stepping towards you as you are stuck in a traffic jam on a suspension bridge. You first panic, you feel claustrophobic. There is no where to go and the danger is approaching quickly. She takes another step towards you and everyone on the bridge with you. Good God she is beautiful as she takes another stride, her long leg tightens revealing her shapely muscles. You follow her awesome thighs up and around to her slender hips, revealing a hint of her tight ass. The moment is so unreal, but at the same time euphoric. Another step reveals a more accurate sense of her actual size. She is impossibly huge, she is still nearly three hundred yards away, but still her upper body wells up above you like a great curvy wall of sensuality. Her calves and thighs seem out of proportion with the rest of her body, each of her legs could be an office building because of their girth alone. But, these two tanned 'buildings' of flesh and muscle join far above you meeting at the sensual mound of her pussy which seems to point down at you, mockingly. It alone is eight or nine times as long as you are tall. And still above this you admire the slow sway her long arms. Her left hand sways in front of her and passes over all of your heads. She stops there and looks down, and you are still looking up. You see her pretty face framed in a delightful way between her generous breasts, and the her long black mane of hair which flows down past them. You think you can make out a scar on her face, but it is out of place with all of her pretty features. She rests her hands on her hips as she continues to look down at you and all of your comrades on the bridge. It seems as though everyone is doing the same as you. There is no where to run away from this Latin goddess. As she stands above all of you, the ultimate vision of dominance, you all realize that she owns each and every person. You realize that size does matter, especially when someone is 100 times larger than everyone else. And the question is, what is she thinking as she looks down at all of you? And more important, what will she do?

Monica reached down and grabbed a handful of cables. She pulled up on the cables and a fifty meter section of the bridge suddenly tilted ninety degrees. Twenty or so cars were sent tumbling into the bay. "You people thought you could leave my town without saying goodbye, didn't you?" Monica address her audience. She grabbed another handful of cables on the opposite side of the bridge and lifted it so that the upturned section was again even. A few cables strained audibly from the enormous tension. "Well I am disappointed in all of you, don't you want to play with me?" She lifted the bridge section up to the level of her crotch. Monica relished in the sensation of holding hundreds of lives at check. "Don't be shy everyone, You don't have to be afraid of a big girl like me. Let's have some fun!" Uttering these words in her sexy thunder voice, Monica lifted the two handfuls of cables higher up to her breast level. The force was too much and a dozen or so cables broke in unison, the bridge roared a terrible screech of pulled metal, and small sections of the bridge roadway tore and ripped, spilling vehicles and people into the bay. The various cars and trucks plunked into the sea making cute little splashes from Monica's vantage point. Monica arched her back a little and rested the bridge on her stomach so she could reposition her hands to grab a longer section of the bridge. Then Monica held roughly three quarters of the span between two fistfuls of cables. Pulling the cables taught, Monica was easily able to straighten the middle portion out so that the sagging center became level with the potions she held in her hands. Monica let out a great laugh, "See this is fun isn't it. It's better than Disney World. And now for the Grand finale, a trip into Cleavage Canyon." Monica could see little people either jumping or falling of the bridge, most of them fell into the soft pleats of her thin summer dress as they fell and slid hundreds of feet until they reached the hem and then fell the hundred or so feet into the bay. Some unfortunates fell the entire way and made another little splash as they collided with the water 550 ft. below.

Monica pulled the bridge closer to her breasts and pulled it directly under her great warm bosom. She then wrapped the entire bridge around her boobs, tightly underneath them, up around the sides, and spilling the ends of the bridge directly down into her canyon of cleavage. The cars and people trapped underneath the heavy weight of her breasts didn't stand a chance. Even though her huge breasts where soft, warm, and supple to the touch, their sheer enormity was more than enough to crush all that rested beneath them. The cars and people who ended up at the top of Monica's ample boobs, were treated to the ride of their lives as the plummeted down the soft curved surface of her breasts. Only the larger of the vehicles could make dimples in Monica's skin as they impacted. Nearly a hundred vehicles tumbled from the bridge down into Monica's cleavage. Some rested precariously on the curved surface of Monica's breasts, others kept tumbling and bouncing downwards into her cleavage. Some of these were caught-up in her bra and the fabric of her summer dress. The remaining vehicles and people, still fell through the cleavage of Monica's loosely bound breasts and rolled and slid down the steep slope of her stomach and below.

Monica didn't know how it would feel to have hundreds of tiny objects tumble down between her breasts, but having tried it, she loved it. It sort of tickled and was a little prickly as some of the cars and trucks tumbled harshly down her cleavage and stomach. After all cars and trucks are not smooth objects, they have edges and glass to break. But the size relationship gave Monica the extreme advantage of secutrity. So far everything Monica had done was a new experience, and she was not tired of experimenting with the possible sensations of being a 700 ft. tall goddess in a little city. Monica wiggled her breasts in an attempt to shake loose the rest of the small debris. Monica then looked towards the city as she still held the remains of the once mighty suspension bridge around her breasts. She shook her breasts a little faster, now caressing the underside of her breasts, and the thin bridgeway still trapped underneath them. She slowly danced, caressing her breasts more, tearing the last shreds of the bridge roadway uncaringly with more forceful motions. She looked towards the tall buildings once again, and imagined all of the people running in the between them. Of course the new Monica was going to return sooner or later, but they had no idea where she would reenter the city, but they could easily guess what Monica had on her mind. The sensation spread through out the city as they watched and heard Monica tear the mighty bridge apart. Monica was tired of fucking around. They all knew it, and feared her.

Monica looked around her position, having a feeling that her large presence had scared more than the bridge-farers. And sure enough, behind Monica traveling at a steady pace away from her was a pleasure cruise oceanliner with the white hull and all the fancy trimmings. Monica brushed the debris and wreckage of the top of her breasts and shook her summer dress a little to free any trapped and clinging vehicles. She then turned around to give the fleeing ocean liner a little more attention. She took a stride towards the vessel, sizing it up to herself. The wave from her stride rocked the ship gently, Monica could see the deck was full of people watching her, she was sure they were all aghast after watching her playful antics with the suspension bridge. "Oh La La" Monica spoke sweetly and licked her lips as she reached the ship and stood spread eagle over it, giving the cruise takers a fantastic look up her flowing summer dress. "More people that want to leave, and so quickly! I must be a terrible hostess, because everyone wants to leave my little party." Monica thought for a second, "Hmmmm... this looks like a first class ship here. A sort of high fidelity cruise ship I would have to say." Without further waiting, Monica reached down and picked the boat out of the water. She held it in one hand. It was a little bigger than a 16 oz. bottle of soda to her.

Monica studied the boat in more detail. She noticed that she had already crunched it a little just by picking it up. The hull had a noticeable indentation beneath her thumb. Monica saw many of the passengers jump ship as it sat in the palm of her hand. Some bounced off her fingers as they fell to their watery doom. Monica warmed up to the effect she was having on this small cruise ship full of tiny people. The panic she caused in tiny people made her want to cause some more panic. Monica pondered the fate of all she held in her hand. She stared at their numbers, and noticed the fine suits and beautiful dresses that they were wearing. After her massive display on the bridge the remaining group of passengers all looked up her with terrified faces. "Boo", whispered Monica, she shook the ship just a tad to watch all of the people lose their footing again. They fell in unision, piling on top of one another in their fancy clothing. It was funny to see such refined people in panic. Monica's mind raced through the things she could do with this ship. She thought about smashing in her clench - no too rudimentary; throwing the ship - no, this ship was more special than that. Monica raced through possibilities, "what do you do to rich people?", she thought. Her mind stuck on the word "rich" and soon faded to a popular Aerosmith song.. "Eat the rich". She remembered the lyrics, "Eat the Rich, there's only one thing that they're good for, Eat the Rich...." Monica gave it two seconds more of thought. She sized up the situation. With her free hand she reached into the crowd of people on the deck and seized purchase on five passengers. Because of the size of her fingers and the strength of her grip, she had to take special care not to crush them instantly. They wiggled between her thumb and forefinger, just as the thugs had done earlier, their legs flaying and kicking. Monica raised them to her mouth with the words, "Never had a delicacy like this before". She tilted her head back and opened her luscious lips as if ready to eat a bunch of grapes or a cherry on its stem. She lowered the group onto the tip of her tongue which was extended past her teeth. The people screamed bloody murder when the reached her tongue and discovered their fate. She let go with her fingers, and her tongue did the rest of the work, pulling them into her mouth quickly.

This was an entirely new experience for Monica as she had never put anything that was still alive in her mouth before. She did not chew, or smush them with her tongue, she just held them and salivated, paying attention to their frantic actions as they desperately tried to get out of her mouth, but couldn't even free themselves of the pressure from the roof. "Mmmmmm" murmured Monica, being careful not to speak. She could feel three of the people losing the battle against her mouth, as they slowly slipped to the back - closer to her throat. She swallowed as a natural reaction to having small morsels at the entrance to her throat. The unfortunate three where taken in by the working actions of Monica's colossal throat, they where forced by a train of muscular actions to her stomach - screaming all the way. Monica felt them travel inside of her, it was too much. She imagined the horror of being swallowed alive that those people must be feeling. It made her feel like a God. With a quick slide of her tongue the remaining two men joined the others in the acids of her great stomach. By no means did the people not put up her fight, but Monica just felt a little tickling in her throat. It made her want to get a drink of water. But she could wait for that. There was more people to attend to.

Monica gripped the boat with both hands and held it down by her stomach. The mere actions of doing this dumped half a dozen rich snobs overboard. She pressed with her fingertips and crunched the hull, and then she pulled with great might. The ship first strained under the tension, but when Monica gave a small twist to her pulling force, she was able to rip the ship apart. Once she saw the ship start to give she slowed down and carefully eased the structure apart. The result was a ship that was roughly pulled in half with the contents of the ship pouring out of both sides. She concentrated to hold both sides level, not wanting to spill the precious crowd of passengers. Monica uttered the words to Aerosmith's song out loud to put voice to what she had on mind. "Eat the Rich, there's only one thing that they're good for." The passengers erupted in chaos, the five people she had previously swallowed were nothing compared to what she was fully capable of doing. At Monica's current size she could swallow two dozen of them with no problem. The prospects of dying with this fate drove the crowd absolutely mad. But all Monica did was sing a few lines and then hum the rest of the song. Jumping over the railing of the ship was becoming the fate of choice amongst the ship passengers, since the other fate was too obvious and horrible. Monica licked her lips again, and spoke, "Yes, Yes I am a Goddess, My power is ultimate, and you are all mine." "I will enjoy you all, my tiny insignificant worshippers." Monica held one half of the ship away from her and tilted her head forward while bringing the other half of the ship upwards to her mouth. Her tongue extended and then she dragged it across the surface of the deck. Dozens of people were trapped by the approaching flesh of her tongue and captured by its moving momentum. Monica curled her tongue and pulled them inside. She raised her head high and relished in her power. "Hmmmm Mmmmm Hmm Hmm," Monica uttered sexy guttural satisfaction with her dominance over these rich people. Monica was more violent this time, and she pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth. This action resulted in a burst of rich flavor in her mouth as she crushed several unfortunates. They fought against her, but her slightest actions pulped several people at once. With many still alive she swallowed a big gulp and the crowd was gone, albeit a few overcoats, dresses, and pairs of pants. Monica felt this group of doomed souls descend within herself, it was as if she were a small universe. "Oh wow, that is awesome, you people really are nothing to me." "High society tastes so good, truly an experience to savor."

Monica looked down at the halves of the ship, she brought them close together. There was still many more left , and she wanted to play. Just for fun, Monica puckered her lips and blew a gust of breath over the crowds. It was amusing to Monica, because even this was enough to knock them off their feet. She pushed the two halves of the ship together and pressed firmly. The ship halves rammed together binding and intertwining because of the pressure. Then it started to rupture. The meshing parts soon started to driving into each other. Before Monica realized what she was doing, she had crushed 1/4 of the middle of the ship. People where running away from the mid portion of the cruise ship towards Monica's fingers to get away from the rising wreckage. Monica wasn't really paying attention to what she was doing, she was daydreaming still about swallowing all of those people. It was a rush for her. And her hands where working almost sub-consciously. "Oh, My did almost scrunch this ship?" exclaimed Monica. "I must be more careful with my guests. Here let me put you down" Monica bent over and placed the ship in the water. Of course it was a big joke since the ship had so many holes in its midsection that it immediately started to sink. Monica could barely keep a straight face.

Monica raised her foot above the slowly sinking cruise ship, ready to put it out of its misery, when a flash of pain erupted on her shoulder. Monica flinched and took a few steps back, creating enormous splashes wherever she stepped. She looked at her shoulder, it was red with a one inch diameter welt. Monica looked around. She knew someone was attacking her, but she didn't know from what direction. From the position of the welt it had to come from sea, not land. Then she spotted them. Two CoastGuard ships and a small military attack ship. They were about ten paces away from her. They must have shot a missle at her, it did have some effect. She had to stop them. "You attack a Goddess, .....you fools!" Monica became enraged, she felt the welt, it was sensitive and warm to the touch. She clenched her fists, and waved her long black hair back out of her bangs. Another missile was fired. It flew straight for Monica, but Monica was not the usual target like a tank, a boat, or an airplane, which have limited maneuverability. Monica saw the red explosion emit from the ship's missile silo, and was able to take a step to get out of the way before it got half way to her. Monica was toned and in shape, her reflexes worked very quickly, and those ships were doomed. The missile missed her by a great distance, and proceeded onto the city, it impacted into the side of a bank, blowing it up.

Monica walked menacingly towards the ship - her fists clenched and on her lips a snarl. The gunfire started when she came into range. It struck her dress and legs, but to Monica it felt as though she had a case of "pins and needles" It was a momentary sensation which quickly passed. "You have made the biggest mistake of your lives, puny men." "How dare you attack me! I am your Goddess." Monica got within three paces of the ships, and in anticipation of a short range missile attack, Monica went for maximum damage. She leaped out of the water and jumped towards the ships position. The view from the decks of the ship was enough to make anyone pee their pants as Monica's feet descended from two hundred feet in the air, closing in from above. The feet appeared unbelievably large a half second before impact. Some crew members could get out half a scream, before Monica's feet collided with the ships and sunk them instantly, pushing them deep under the water, and upon reaching the bottom, ground the ships beneath the rocky surface. No one had a chance to escape, those that jumped overboard were soon drowned in the resulting wave of Monica's violent impact. Monica got her balance and raised her right foot. She brought it down to where the ships where, she ground the ships further into their rocky graves. She stamped again and again, until little pieces of wreckage started floating to the surface. Monica was still enraged. She could not believe the stupidity of these people, surely they hoped they could stop her. If this crew was stupid enough to try, surely others would try as well. Monica felt her stinging wound, enough of these missiles would definitely be a problem she thought to herself. Sure she could crush any sort of a military instantly under her foot, but if they hit her enough times with missiles like these, she could be in trouble. Surely they would try.

Monica was confused and mad at the same time. She was a whirlwind of emotion. She was a little bit afraid, the first since her magnificent dream before she discovered she had become a giantess. The blue aura of protection seemed distant to her now, she did not fully understand what it meant to her. Monica turned around and faced the city.

She looked at the bridge she had destroyed and the lingering debris clouds from where she had walked down into the docks. Monica looked down at herself, at her feet which where underwater up to the ankles. Monica didn't feel like being considerate anymore, not after being attacked. She had been attacked too many times in her life and been stupid enough to be quiet about it afterwards. She relied on the passage of time to heal the wounds inflicted by scum and inconsiderate people. The world was full of them. Monica looked at the city and again, and envisioned thousands of tiny people milling around, running in chaos and abandon, unguided in the wake of her giantess actions. Monica felt it was time to return to them, and show them what it meant to insignificant, and show them what ignorant beings they where. Monica raised her chest high, and started walking. Without even caring, she stepped on the half sunken cruise ship that she had been playing with. It disappeared underneath her left foot taking the rest of the passengers with it. They had screamed when they saw that they were in her path as she returned from destroying the coast-guard ships. They saw that she wasn't even looking down to see where she stepped. They saw her beautiful left foot rise from the water swing forward with grace, before cruelly descending upon them. Their screaming was unheard as she buried them beneath the waves.


Hundreds of people had seen the attack at sea and in unison they had prayed that she could be stopped somehow or at least slowed down. They watched as Monica took the initial missile attack, but fell into dispare as they saw her leap and land on the team of ships, violently destroying them. When Monica turned back around to face the city, she looked pissed. In horror they watched her start walking back towards the city. One man had been rooting for the attack ships with all of his heart, but when he saw their demise, he became white and wide-eyed. When she started heading back towards the city he exclaimed, "No... No... No No No No..... No.....No!" He fell to the ground unable to believe what Monica had just done. As she approached, hundreds of people stopped their silly gawking and started fleeing. They fled the damaged dock area and the street that Monica had desimated as she approached the bay. They fled in great numbers past the large cracked and broken holes in the street where Monica had stepped.

"She is coming back, Holy Shit!, She's coming back!," exclaimed another desperate soul. Soon Monica loomed above the dock section, a tall female skyscraper of sex and rage. With a small step she was out of the water and again she was in the dock's loading area. She looked into the streets before her, hundreds and hundreds of tiny centimeter tall people were scurrying. She was filled with angst, and wished she could grow some more, just to crush every little thing under her feet. She walked on, watching intently at what she stepped on. Abandoned cars and lampposts, city benches, a small corner gas station, but she had not reached the people yet. She picked up a tiny car in her fingers and threw it down at the gas station, it erupted in a ball of flame, and soon the gas lines caught fire, creating a massive explosion. Monica scooped up a handful of cars parked in a lot, and slowly crushed them in her fist, then she threw them ahead of her into the crowd of fleeing people. "That's right Run, Run like you never have run before! Because I am not happy anymore," hissed the rampaging colossal woman.

A woman stopped her running to look back at the giantess, she had to crane her neck back to get a look at Monica's face. Upon seeing Monica's pissed off expression and noticing that Monica was looking into the crowd of fleeing citizens, the woman, felt lightheaded, "Oh my God, what a woman, She is going to kill us all. She really is. This is unbelievable" The woman could not run anymore, she was transfixed by Monica's rage, it was both frightening and uplifting. She saw Monica as a woman who was getting back at all of the crap of society with its mixed up ideals. She wished she were Monica at that moment. As she stared at Monica, the colossal woman raised her foot high in the air and brought it down on the street where the woman was standing. The resultant force knocked the woman on her back, but she had been spared somehow. Monica stepped forward and lifted her beautiful foot from the deep depression that her impact had caused, swinging the it forward into the next street. The woman got up and watched as Monica walked away, she noticed that Monica was getting very close to the main crowd of fleeing people. Her eyes widened as Monica took the first step into the crowd of packed people. She heard the screams of terror and heard the awful cracking of cement as Monica brought her full weight down. Monica didn't even stop to relish, she just went for the next step. The woman walked to the edge of Monica's footprint that had been freshly made. To the woman's horror there was a flattened city bus and a few cars at the bottom of the deep imprint. The woman couldn't bare to look at the broken and crushed people who where trying to get out of their cars at the moment. Such a display of power was truly unimaginable. The woman watched Monica some more, and looked down at her own sandaled feet, thinking how it must feel like to be a rampaging giantess like Monica. She took a few steps and tried to imagine...

Monica stopped. She was standing amongst two crowds of people she could feel them running in between her toes, and feel their warm fluids under her soles, along with crushed metal and the small jagged portions of rubble. She was growing tired of her summer dress which was constantly getting stuck on the taller buildings as she walked by, also the skirt portion obstructed the view of the city at her feet. The fabric was wet from her antics with the cruise ship and the splashing as she walked in the bay. She grabbed two fist fulls of fabric and pulled, the dress gave with some effort and tore along a jagged edge. Monica revealed her black satin bra. She saw some remnants of the cars she had poured into her cleavage at the suspension bridge. Monica continued tearing and revealed her toned stomach, which was not model caliber, but was in great shape. She tore the

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