Chapter 11

Lucia would have loved to stay and see her self-made pyre grow, but part of the plan was to leave the fire on its own for long enough for the fire department to show up, so she knew that she had to get moving. She wondered where to for an instant. The answer came by itself as soon as she set her eyes on the packed I-377 again.

Of course! How could have she forgotten about him for so long! She had just worked out a complex plan to find Carl, but Phil was a very close second in her black list. And she was merely a few miles away from BioChem and her despicable boss, nothing by her new mobility standards.

The only issue she could find with the obvious choice of going back to her former workplace and finding the slimy bastard was that it would take her away from Downtown, rather than closer to it. She quickly reached the conclusion that this should be no problem. Seeing how fucked up traffic was all the way to the center, Lucia was pretty sure that no one would be moving too far away from the city while she went on a detour. And she did not think it would take her too long to get back to downtown once she was done at BioChem.

So, without further doubts, Lucia walked past the roaring fire she had just caused and got back into the highway, looking at the trapped mass of humanity with contempt.

Her feet plowed through side streets as she strutted her way towards the outskirts. She could feel hundreds of eyes glued on her, wondering what she was going to do next. She let their imaginations go wild with fear but did not do much to justify it beyond her size as she simply advanced, swift like every time she was not interrupted. Her feet made short work of abandoned cars and other vehicles as her calves downed lampposts, traffic lights and the occasional ramp. None of this slowed her down even a bit; Lucia’s power over the normal-sized world was now overwhelming. And so, as she advanced undisturbed, with a soft summer breeze caressing her nude anatomy while the intense midday sun baked her skin into a bronze tan, Lucia let her mind wander.

She would soon be standing at BioChem, the company where she had worked the last three years. It was the place where she had found stability and a salary that had allowed her to move to a more decent apartment, even if it was still too tight when it came to make the ends meet every month. It was also the place where she had felt the most belittled in her short professional career. Despite her constant push to improve, her proven capacity to accomplish all the tasks of her job and her hard working, she had been moved from vice-president to vice-president until she had finally landed with Phil, the most loathsome human being she had crossed her path with in her professional life. His harassing had made her life miserable, but she did not remember ever having felt so hurt as the moment when she finally challenged him and realized that no one gave a damn about her. She had been working with some of those men and women for months and when the moment came, no one was willing to step up for her, to do what was right, to offer some support. And in that moment, she realized that she had been an object, not only to Phil but also to everyone else. The blow had been so hard that she had not been sure she would stand back up.

How things had changed! She was not the same weak woman they all had laughed about anymore. And they would soon notice!

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Rudolph Lang had seen plenty of things in his life. But he was still having trouble to come to terms with the images the large screen-wall in his office was offering him. Stahl was having similar issues as he sat next to him in the large couch. They were about to comment Miss Torres’ latest attack into an office building a few miles down the highway when Malcom Green opened the door without knocking and announced:

“He got away!”

“Who got away?” Lang asked.

“Phil Bower,” the Chief of Security said, narrowing his eyes.

So, the fucking rat had become so afraid about his former secretary that he had decided to flee. Lang almost chuckled. He really despised the man. For all he knew, Lucia Torres was terrorizing the city because of his fault. Stahl might have been the one to administer her the GC-226 drug sample, and Lang might have been the one sanctioning the practice, but everything would have remained under control if the stupid moron that was now afraid that the giant woman would come looking for him had not harassed her up to the point where he had been forced to fire her.

“Should we go after him? He cannot be far,” Green said. They all knew traffic was a nightmare, so Bower was likely stuck nearby.

Lang wanted to say ‘Yes’, to send Green’s men to find Bower and to drag him all the way to his office, but it would serve no purpose. Phil Bower was essentially useless now. The only reason he had kept him was because he was their best chance at bringing Miss Torres back when there had still been time to do something about the effects of the drug on her. But at this point, having Phil around was pointless.

“Let him go,” Lang said, waving a hand in dismissal.

He then turned to the screen and saw that the giant was leaving the office park she had just bullied and was walking back to the highway. What she did once she got there caught the three men in the office by surprise. Lang quickly looked at Green and once he saw his reaction, he knew they were in trouble.

So far, Lucia Torres had kept a slow but steady advance towards Downtown. There were even images of her stating her intention to get to the beach once she got there. Seeing her turn north and start walking away from the city was completely unexpected. The fact that her actions had not been expected did not mean that they could not understand what she was doing. Everyone in the office knew that if she kept her current direction, Miss Torres would soon be coming to them. And no one could think of any reason for her to change her trajectory other than visiting her former workplace.

“Get the chopper ready,” Lang asked Green in a soft but steady voice

“Right away,” the Chief of Security said, getting out.

There were a few seconds of silence. The screen kept showing the giant Lucia Torres dwarfing her surroundings as she moved north along the highway. She seemed to be far away, but Lang knew that distances were deceiving with her current stature. He could not help but admiring the woman’s nude figure. Phil Bower was an asshole, but he could see why, of all women in the office, he had chosen Miss Torres to harass.

“How the fuck could this happen?” he finally asked. This was, after all, the reason he had called Stahl in his office.

“We do not understand,” the scientist said. His tone suggested there was a deep frustration buried in the statement.

“How can a performance enhancement drug can cause this?” Lang insisted, pointing at the giantess on the screen.

“Our theory is that the cell regeneration process got out of control. We have no clue about the conditions that could have caused it, but my team believes that the extra dose of the drug brought it to a point of instability and when the host was forced into extreme psychological and physical stress, it reacted in an uncontrolled way, replicating cells without apparent limit and making them ready to sustain the host at an increased size at the same time. Essentially, the team believes that GC-226 has found the way to abruptly and radically modify an individual based on a certain extreme input.”

Lang processed the words. There was silence again.

“How do we fix it?” Lang asked.

“We don’t know,” Stahl replied, shrugging.

“You need to know!” Lang came back, raising his voice even if his tone was still cold.

“We need time. We need data. We need samples. And we have none of the three,” Stahl replied.

“How do we kill her, then?” Lang asked.

“I don’t know either.”

Lang’s phone interrupted the conversation, ringing despite he had set it on mute. The screen indicated an unknown source. He was tempted not to reply, but he did not have the chance to choose when the phone’s loudspeaker suddenly activated, and a very angry voice came through it.

“You don’t get to not pick the phone up, Rudolph!”

He recognized the voice immediately. Judging by how upset it sounded, Rudolph Lang doubted his generous contributions to the man’s campaign would make a difference. He switched the speaker off and brought the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Terrence,” he replied in the most unsure tone Stahl had ever heard in the man. Of course, being called by the Secretary of Defense was not ordinary, even for a man like Rudolph Lang.

“I do not have time, so listen to me carefully. I know you are behind this. And before you deny it, we all know about your singular testing practices. You will help us clean this mess and then, you will turn all you research over to us. How many years you spend in jail or how much money we let you keep once all this is over will depend on how much more of a mess that damned secretary of yours makes before we bring her down. We have four choppers heading your way. You’ll make sure every resource, human or material, that we may need to get out of this gets loaded in them. And that includes you. Try to escape and there will be no hole on Earth where you will be able to hide from me!”

Lang was about to reply when the line died.

He breathed in hard, letting the change in scenery sink in. He had been fucked before. He was royally screwed now. There was no point denying the truth, in any case, so turning towards Stahl, he whispered:

“We are leaving. Gather anyone from your team that you think is necessary to make progress in this investigation. Make sure any samples or exclusive equipment gets packed right away. And, if you don’t want to get your ass in jail for the rest of times, you better start thinking on a way to counter the drug on Miss Torres or to bring her down.”

Stahl remained motionless as he finished his instructions. Arching an eyebrow, Lang said:

“Go!”

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As Lucia headed north with the bright Sun right over her head, she realized that she had been mindlessly moving towards Downtown even after her cathartic encounter with the cops. Her original intention had been to get there and wait at the beach, where she had reasoned she would have an easier time not making a mess than in the middle of the suburbs. Of course, the Lucia that had made that decision had been a different woman. She had already been a skyscraper of flesh by then, but she was not yet behaving like one. Not having understood her new nature and strength, the old Lucia had had the power of a God trapped in the consciousness of a small woman. She had nothing to do with that sorry person anymore, though, and the main proof was that she had changed her destination from a beach where she would go unnoticed to a place she fully intended to wreck.

She had been around already for a while, but people did not seem to be learning how to deal with her presence yet. From her vantage point of view, people still scurried around without too much sense when she approached, the entire situation ending up with many more of them being on her way than necessary. It was not as if Lucia minded. By now, she was already above stepping anyone on her path, and it was not as if they were slowing her down. The area was not so crowded as some of the ones she had visited before, in any case, so the consequences of her walk north were less of a massacre than some of her previous strolls.

And it would remain like this unless she chose to step into the highway, which was as packed as Lucia had ever seen, even for the nefarious I-377. She smirked evilly as she observed the thousands of people trapped at her toes, merely a step over the guardrails away from being flattened by her walk. She was tempted to cross, but she kept on the side streets for a while, enjoying the hesitation of those that looked up at her like some sort of combination of Godzilla with a Centerfold and did now know whether to stay in their vehicles or to try to flee on foot. Of course, Lucia knew that neither of both options would be of much use for them if she really chose to torture them.

She did not do it, though. Knowing that she could was as good as doing the deed itself, and Lucia reminded herself that being big did not automatically mean that she needed to crush anyone that crossed her path. Death and destruction were just means to an end, a feeling of power and freedom that made her enjoy at a level that she had not known before.

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Phil Bower was having the worst day in his life, and it was not as if the day before had been easy. Thinking that his ordeal was entirely caused by a woman who had been his secretary until twenty-four hours before made him feel even more miserable. After all, Phil was as much of a classist as he was a misogynist.

Lucia Torres had been hot, one of the hottest assistants he had had in his career. Phil had loved the fact that she had not had any issues to highlight her curves with pride, either. After all, her character was almost as hot as her body. He had enjoyed this combination so much that she had not minded her temperament, at times hasher than someone in her position should show. And, up to some point, the fact that she took his advances with noticeable upset made the entire thing funnier. It was not the first time he had played this game, and Miss Torres’ reaction made it quite funnier.

Until she slapped him in front of the entire office, in the most humiliating moment Phil had ever had at work. Little did he know that this would only be the beginning of his predicament. At least, when that had happened, Phil had had the immediate reward of being able to fire her on the spot. The real trouble had started right after.

First, when a call from the CEO had let him know that his career was at stake. Phil had not yet come to terms with the fact that someone as lowly as a simple secretary could be the cause for so much trouble when things had got quite worse. Suddenly it was not about his career anymore. Now it was about his life.

Because suddenly, Lucia Torres was not a mere secretary but a gigantic woman that was terrorizing the city. And after having seen her do what she had done so far, Phil had reached the unavoidable conclusion that his life was in great danger.

Once that had happened, there had been only one logical course of action in his mind: to get as far away from Kingston as possible as soon as possible. So, he rushed to his car in the parking lot, fully aware that this meant directly disobeying the CEO’s orders, forfeiting his job at BioChem and probably any chances at getting a similar position in any other company. He did not care. Not when his former secretary was bound to visit him, turned into a towering titan.

Yes, he had been convinced it was the best way to go. The only way to go. And now he was cursing himself for having chosen it. Desperate, he blared the horn of his Porsche once again as he slammed his fists on the steering wheel in frustration. It had been more than an hour since he had left BioChem, and he was barely half a mile away from it, trapped in the worst pile up ever in the office park road.

He had experienced traffic jams before, especially when he did not manage to leave early and avoid the rush hour. Today it was very different, though. The pile-up started as far as the highway, from what he could see, and it was bad. Very bad. He had not moved an inch in more than half an hour, and any ideas he might have had at turning back and waiting for the traffic jam to clear were wishful thinking, as the four lanes of the road, two in each direction, had been turned into seven by drivers that had got creative and had tried to find space where there was none. And so, the gridlock was no longer exclusively caused by the collapse in I-377 but also by the myriad of accidents that had ensued as a result of the frustration and panic that his fellow drivers had felt.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Phil cursed once more as he punched the low ceiling of his car.

By now, the mere hope that he would be moving anytime soon was wishful thinking. He wondered whether he should just abandon his car and walk back to BioChem, but his ego soon discarded this option for him. His Porsche Cayenne was his pride and joy, and the thought of abandoning it in the middle of a road was too much. His mind got to work quickly enough to find a rational explanation to his initial reaction and concluded that should Lucia show up, being in the middle of the road could even be preferable to being in a known location like his office.

This was the last rational thought that went through his head before all hell broke loose.

Phil noticed the shakes at first, the water in the half-empty bottle he had been sipping from suddenly rippling like the famous scene in Jurassic Park. He knew it was not a dinosaur coming, though. It was something much worse, a young, nude woman the size of Godzilla and with a well-founded hatred for him.

Phil knew he had to react. Only he could not. His body was shivering, and he understood that this was as much movement as he was going to get from it. He was too shocked even to scream. It soon became evident that this was not a problem many more shared, since car doors started opening and the congested road started to fill with panicked yelling people.

And then, when Phil thought that his terror could not get any worse, she came to view over the horizon and his bladder let go, wetting himself and his treasured car.

Phil knew he was about half way to I-377, so Lucia must have been about half a mile away by the time she showed up, strutting by the highway as she looked down with evil curiosity to those trapped on it, much as if she owned the place. Phil had never seen her looking so confident but, of course, then again, Phil had never seen her holding so much power. He had never seen her on her birthday suit either, but what he saw surprised him less than her size. He had already fantasized about just how gorgeous Lucia Torres was and what he saw confirmed his wildest dreams. His former secretary boasted an almost-perfect hourglass figure with well-toned arms, legs and stomach, undoubtedly the consequence of the countless hours she spent at the gym. Her breasts did not disappoint either. Clearly oversized even for her new colossal frame, each of them must weight a few hundred tons now, yet they still held impossibly high, defying the laws of gravity, a testament to the strength of the pectoral muscles that held them. Phil had shot countless glances at them, pressing in the stretched fabric of Lucia’s tight blouses, fantasizing about how it must be to mash them in his hands.

Seeing Lucia’s relative size and guessing the distance she still was at, Phil understood her titanic scale in a way the images on TV had not been able to convey. And then, as she reached the point in the highway that lined up with the office park road, Lucia Torres turned and looked in his direction with the most unsettling smile he had ever seen in a woman.

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Lucia had been right about the distance to her former workplace. She always tried to get very early to the office to avoid the worst of traffic. When she managed to do that, the commute typically took thirty minutes. Things were quite worse on the way back. Being the asshole he was, Phil usually came up with tasks by the end of his day, ensuring that Lucia would not be able to avoid the rush hour and guaranteeing that she would drive for an hour or so in the heavy traffic.

In three years at BioChem she had never seen traffic get so bad as it was today. As a matter of fact, she did not think that the city had ever seen such horrible traffic before. She could not have cared less. The walk to the office park where the BioChem headquarters were located had taken her around five minutes, the gridlock merely serving as an entertainment for her as she advanced unhindered. And, as she reached her destination and turned to observe the place where she had worked, Lucia realized that the massive pile-up her presence had created actually served a purpose. Her lips curled into an evil smile as she saw hundreds of her former co-workers trapped on the road, unable to get away from her.

She had not realized she wanted to get here so badly until she faced the office park and felt her nipples swell to the point where they threatened to explode. Of course, she knew what was fueling the abrupt arousal. It was the same thing that had been turning her on ever since her fight with the police: the power rush. No longer shy about it, Lucia had been enjoying her newfound superiority for a while, but still, visiting places she knew made the experience so much better. It was her ego, of course, knowing that she was being watched by people who had known her previous self: co-workers, people she had met at the gym, people she might have crossed at the coffee-shop in one of her infrequent breaks. Some knew her better than others, but she knew that most people who had seen her before would remember her. It was the effect of her curves.

She imagined with deep satisfaction how someone who might have shot a passing glance at her while lining up for a cappuccino might now be looking at her in awe, she fantasied with men that had worked out harder to catch her attention at the gym dropping their jaws in shock. And, above all, she lusted with the idea that the people that had worked with her at BioChem, the rats that had turned their back on her when Phil had brought it too far, wetting their pants in fear at the sight of the woman they had belittled, now holding the power of a god.

Lucia had been anything but merciful ever since embracing her new stature, using her newfound strength to cause death and destruction when she had seen fit. Her former colleagues were not going to make her change her approach. Quite on the contrary. Her hurt pride demanded Lucia to take retribution very seriously.

Not all of them would suffer her wrath equally, though. She knew some better than others, and amongst all, there was one person she was decided to devote her full attention to. Simply crushing Phil would not suffice. Lucia’s life had been miserable in great part because of him, so he would not get out of this so easily. This, of course, would require finding him first, so she had it very clear in her mind that this was her first priority. The rest could wait.

BioChem’s campus was the largest in the office park, and also the one that was farther away from I-377. Lucia observed the hundreds of stalled cars covering every inch of the road back to her former workplace and widened her smile when she realized that many of those that had worked with her would be stuck in the impassable traffic, looking at her in terror. Or, at least, those that had not fled their cars and were running back towards their offices like bugs.

Lucia pondered whether to taunt them, to let them know that she was back and what she had in store for them. She decided against it. After all, she realized that they might already imagine what was going to happen. So, instead, the giantess lifted her right leg as high as she could and took an overexaggerated stride over the ten lanes of unmoving traffic, straddling the highway once more.

Lucia was not interested in playing an oversized version of the fifty-foot woman again, though. She was way more intrigued by the people at the office park than by those on the highway, so she just followed her initial stride with another graceful movement of her other leg and planted herself at the access road. She smirked as she looked down and just so that there would be no doubts about her intentions, she moved her right foot forward and let it cover three trapped cars. Her step was soft but deadly nonetheless, creasing the road with the usual footprint and embedding four additional victims and the three vehicles they had been in into the compacted earth.

Her smirk widened when her casual gesture was responded by an increase of the ever-present screams from those trying to flee from her on foot, as if that was going to do them any good. Lucia reminded herself not to get too excited; she had a job to do before she could indulge in a more unplanned manner. And, as she observed the road with her hands on her hips, she realized that finding Phil would not be as easy as she might have originally thought. After all, he was one in thousands of tiny people in the area, so, if he was smart enough, he could give her a hard time as she looked for him. She, on the other hand, could not enjoy the benefits of discretion. While it was one of the only downsides of her new condition, it might be an important one for a quest like the one she had at hand.

Lucia took a deep breath and tried to quiet down, letting the excitement cool down so that she could have a clearer head. Assuming he had been in the office park to start with, there were many places her former boss could be. Two were more likely than the rest, though, so it made sense to start by them.

The most logical place to start would be the BioChem campus, of course. No matter how big it was, if Phil was there he would probably be in his office. For a woman like Lucia this would hardly be a challenge, since she would only need to rip the building open at the right spot and pluck him from it.

There was the also likely possibility that he had decided to flee, though. Knowing him, she should not discard this option. The good news was that if he had opted for that path, he would surely be trapped in the pile-up. Lucia smiled as she looked down and zoomed into the cars closer to her toes, marveling once more about just how much detail she could make in them. Yeah, if Phil was down there, there was no way on Earth he would escape her.

Spying some inch-tall people getting creative and running out of the road, Lucia realized that she could not have that. She needed them on the road and in their cars, if possible. Stepping on more vehicles would not incent that behavior. Taking two steps towards a group that had jumped the guardrail and was attempting to flee in an open field, Lucia promptly aborted the evasion, snuffing a dozen more lives under her right foot.

“I did not give anyone permission to leave the road!” she thundered. She had to suppress a giggle when she saw that her words had immediate effect, stopping some people that were in the process to jump the guardrails on the other side on their tracks.

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Phil was beginning to be conscious of the stench his previous uncontrolled urination was causing. Any other day, he would have been very concerned with the effects of his pee in the Porsche’s leather seats, but his mind was now completely taken by fear.

Lucia was approaching and soon, the effect of her footsteps was not felt only in the ripples in the water. His car started shaking soon enough and with every step, the trembling became rougher and rougher.

People started running by his car by the dozen, their high-pitched screams serving as a soundtrack for the terrifying movie he was living. Phil was too paralyzed to react, so the possibility to join them as they fled deeper into the office park never really crossed his mind.

Seeing his former secretary covering the distance with the spot where he was at the speed she was doing it only managed to tie the knot around Phil’s stomach tighter, reaching the point when it threatened to break when she altered her path to purposefully step on some unlucky bastards that had tried to flee through the fields.

An instant later, a voice he knew too well filled every inch of his car. It held the same tone he had heard a hundred times when his assistant responded to some of his most unreasonable demands. Lucia Torres had been a moody woman, and he had secretly enjoyed making her mad. After all, he knew that for all her apparent strong character, she was weak, unable to do anything other than sound offended. Her voice sounded quite more threatening now, especially because it had the power of the speaker system of a Rolling Stones’ concert.

Phil had seen Lucia kill dozens of people on TV. Seeing it live, watching in disbelief as her humongous foot descended on a group of helpless people and crushed them into the soft ground without apparent effort, had an impact that the images on the screen had not been able to covey. To Phil, the thought that the woman that had worked with him for months could be capable of what he was seeing was still too unsettling, but he could not deny the truth. Especially when she was getting so close to him.

The giantess turned back towards the road as soon as she had dealt with the would-be escapees, her steps making his Porsche shake again. At some point, the tremors became so violent that his airbags went off, unexpectedly hitting and disorienting him. It took a few seconds for them to deflate. By the time they did, Phil was starting to recover his consciousness. It was when he let out an impossibly loud shriek. Lucia’s left foot was merely a few feet away from his position, planted in the soft ground, its sole clearly sinking into it as a pile of displaced earth formed by its sides.

He hyperventilated, feeling his heart pounding with such strength against his chest that he feared he would have a stroke. And then, he managed to calm himself down. Yes, Lucia was here. But he was too small. He reasoned he must look tiny to someone like his secretary, one in the middle of hundreds. Being so close to her was terrifying, but it might not be the worst news of the day. Soon she would resume her walk, and when she did, she would leave him behind. He was managing to bring his heartrate to an acceptable pace when Lucia’s foot shifted. It was not to leave the ground and take one more step, though. Instead, her massive toes flexed, indicating that the giant was crouching. He barely had time to scream before his view was blocked on all sides and the metal of his car started groaning.

“Fu…!” he started saying before an immense pull, stronger than any rollercoaster he had ridden on, cut his words and made him throw up.

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Lucia resumed her walk towards BioChem soon after she had dealt with the first attempt from the crowd at challenging her authority. She observed the fear her little act of punishment had had and smirked, unconsciously wishing for the crowd to try something else. Very few things felt better than showing them how helpless they were against her.

And then, she saw it. Lucia could not believe it at first, but her newly enhanced sight quickly focused on the object of her attention and verified, without any trace of a doubt, that the car she was looking at was Phil’s. She did not think there would be any other burgundy Porsche Cayenne in the office park, and in case there was, none would be so shiny as his. Her former boss was obsessive about washing his SUV, as with anything else related to appearance and status.

Lucia’s heart filled with glee when she realized that she was merely two steps away from meeting the object of her hatred. She wished with all her strength that Phil would be inside, saving her the tediousness of having to search for him around the office park. Deep inside, she knew someone like him would never abandon the car he had bragged about so much, even in the most extreme circumstances. It was this excitement that made her stomp a bit harder than usual as she resumed her walk towards her target, making the cars next to her bounce more visibly and setting some alarms off.

Lucia ignored the annoying high-pitched sounds as she stomped again, closing to grabbing distance with her target. People’s screams joined the noise of the alarms, but she did not care about them anymore. Her mind could only think on retribution.

Without further warning, the behemoth dropped to a knee, sending more people off their feet, and reached for the luxury SUV, covering it all with an oversized yet delicate hand. She rested the heel of her palm on the hood, closing her slender fingers around the sides and rear as if her hand were an excavator. Like every time she interacted with the flimsy world around her, the car suffered the difference in strength, the metal denting with audible groans. It worked well enough for Lucia, who smirked at the thought that Phil would enjoy her torture of the car much less.

The giantess pulled the car up towards her without restraint and once she had it at chest level started rising from her knees. She could have kept kneeling, but there was some dark pleasure at thinking that she would be holding her ex-boss at her full, awe-inspiring height. Her left hand was readily available as soon as she was back on her feet, waiting for her catch. The Cayenne was a large vehicle, but still Lucia could fit it on her palm without issues, with room to spare in all sides.

It was the moment of truth. She lifted her palm up and looked through the windshield. Lucia moaned in pleasure as soon as she spied a screaming Phil Bower moving his hands in panic, trapped behind the wheel.

“You tiny disgusting bastard!” Lucia uttered in a much stronger voice than would have been needed considering the distance. She loved his reaction, bringing his hands to his ears and stopping his screams for an instant, only to resume them a couple of seconds after she had finished.

This had to be Lucia’s best moment since she had woken up, surrounded by the ruins of a large hospital. She had loved her power and impact in the world for some time now, but it had never made as much sense as it did now, holding a person she hated with a passion in her hand, knowing that he was completely at her mercy.

The power rush was more intense than ever, her nipples instantly getting harder than diamond as she felt a warm wetness in her womanhood. Flashes of all the humiliations she had had to endure at Phil’s hands ran through her head, making Lucia scowl. She was not feeling angry or frustrated, though. Why should she, when she now held the power to right all the wrongs the nasty son of bitch had inflicted in her.

She was happy that her path was crossing with her former boss now, once she was fully aware of the power she possessed and once she had accepted its possibilities. Had she found Phil before, the creepy motherfucker might not have got all he deserved. This was not a risk now.

Without further warning or consideration, Lucia closed her palm a bit around the SUV, tightening it in place, and reached out with her right hand, charging through the passenger’s window with her thumb and easily breaking through it with its fingernail. Phil’s screams intensified, but Lucia did not get distracted. She just pinched the roof of the car from above with another finger and started pulling, easily peeling the car roofless as if it were a can of sardines. It merely took her a twist of her fingers to finish ripping the metal off once she had reached the back of the vehicle. She discarded it to the side and lifted the car once more, bringing Phil closer to her face.

Lucia exhaled softly, sending a gust of warm breath into the car and making Phil’s perspiration more acute. The effect almost made her giggle.

“Have you missed me, Phil?” she purred, smirking at the panic she was causing in the little man.

Oh, God! This had to be the best moment of her life! She had enjoyed the absolute superiority she had over the world during the morning, but while dominating thousands of unknown people certainly felt great, it could not compare with being able to project her entire power over a single, tiny person she loathed.

Seeing that Phil was not reacting beyond the continuous screams, Lucia kept teasing:

“I’m sure you have missed these!”

She then tilted the hand holding the car a bit and brought it down, right in front of her gargantuan left breast. Without further warning, Lucia slammed the top of the car into her breast, her incredibly erect nipple pressing hard on Phil’s head and body. She rubbed back and forth, grinding her former boss with one of her most outstanding features. His feeble and very unsuccessful attempts at pushing her back tickled.

Lucia enjoyed Phil’s squirming against her sensitive nipple, but did not want to kill him this way. This would be way too good and way too fast for him. Stopping, she moved the car away once more and glared down at the now bruised man from above, chuckling when she saw the effect her little game had had.

And then, the most wonderful thing happened. Phil reacted.

“Lucia please! I’m sorry. I’m a married man…” he started babbling.

She could not prevent laughing, making Phil stop mid-sentence as her laughter boomed from above.

“Oh God! I knew you were pathetic, but I was expecting a bit of self-respect at least!” she replied.

“I never hurt you!” Phil complained.

His words made Lucia frown.

“You made my life a living hell. And when you could not make it worse, then you fired me. You had power over me, and you abused it every single day. It’s time to turn the tables, don’t you think?”

She could tell that he was terrified. Still, once the man had managed to stop screaming, it seemed that he had also regained the ability to communicate.

“What will you do to me?”

Lucia chuckled.

“I will abuse my power over you. And believe me, you cannot imagine just how far it goes!”

Phil seemed to be thinking what to say next. There was no point in waiting for him, so she just reached with an oversized index finger and slid her neatly manicured fingernail between the inch-tall man and the seatbelt he was wearing. A single twist was enough to snap the belt free. She did not let him react before she turned the car upside down and shook his tiny figure in her other palm, now readily cupped to wait for him.

Of course, there was no way he would be able to fight her astronomical strength, so Phil was soon lying in Lucia’s hand. She gave him enough time to recover before she closed her other hand around the now empty shell of the Porsche Cayenne, delighting in his reaction as she turned his pride and joy into a pile of junk the size of a refrigerator. Smirking at him as she finished, Lucia soon tossed the remainders of the car over her shoulder and focused back on the tiny man lying in the middle of her hand like a tic tac.

“Please, don’t kill me!” Phil sobbed. He was now crying. God, could he get any lower?

The truth was that, having reached this point, Lucia had not yet decided what to do with the man. She knew she would not simply crush him or drop him to the ground. This would be way too quick and painless for someone like Phil Bower. She might not be able to make him suffer for months, like he had done with her, but she would certainly not let him get out of the situation quickly.

Feeling mean, Lucia narrowed her eyes and replied to Phil in an icy voice

“Of course I won’t kill you,” she said. She had to suppress laugh when she saw a hopeful expression in his face. “But believe me, by the time I’m done with you, you will wish I would have!”

The abrupt change in his visage was too good, making her nipples swell again. Her wetness was back and for an instant she was tempted to just stick Phil into her cunt. She stopped herself from doing so once more, though. For some reason, she had mentally reserved the place to Carl, and she intended to fulfill her plan. The idea came then straight to her mind. It was wicked. And she loved it.

“You are in for a wild ride, you little shit!” she threatened. “But don’t worry, I will give you enough time to reflect about how big of a prick you’ve been. I hope you have enough time to experience how it feels to be powerless and humiliated.”

“Lucia… Lucia please… what will you do to me?” he asked, obviously scared.

“Remember all those glances at my behind, Phil?” Lucia asked.

He was certainly taken by surprise by the question.

“I thought I would give you a different perspective,” she went on, cupping her palm to make him roll into its center and reaching out with her free hand to pinch the man by the sides with two fingers. She then lifted his diminutive figure in front of her window-sized eyes and smiled evilly. “You have always been a massive asshole. It’s time for you to meet you match!”

He tried to protest. It was to no avail. Lucia’s hand was soon moving down and back as she widened her stance a bit and pushed her ass out. Guiding herself by touch, she soon had Phil properly positioned. She then used a finger to guide him into her ass crack.

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Phil was living his worst nightmare. He was certain he would die at the hands of someone he had considered a powerless stupid bimbo just twenty-four hours before, and there was nothing he could do to escape that fate. And just when he thought things could not get worse, Lucia Torres had not crushed him but had done something worse.

Phil had a second to admire the terseness of Lucia’s behind as she moved him there. She did not stop to give him the panoramic view, though. Her fingers, which were pushing him around with vicious force, moved him into the last direction he wanted to be moved: that of her anus. It soon became clear that the movement was not casual and before he could notice, a massive fingertip was guiding his battered body into the cavity, which was surprisingly tight considering how fucking huge his former secretary was.

Soon enough the fingers withdrew, and Phil found himself trapped, his arms pinned to the sides as two massive and unyielding walls of flesh pushed him into place. The pressure was not enough to crush him, but there was no way he would be able to free himself either. At least, he could breathe, even if the stench made him wish he could not, sometimes.

After a few seconds it became quiet. It was then that Phil fully understood what he was going through and started to sob. He was trapped inside a woman’s ass! The thoughts about how humiliating this was blended with those about the hopelessness of his situation. There was nothing he could to get out of this ordeal, so either Lucia took him out in order to torture him in any other way that she pleased, or he would die in there.

His thoughts were interrupted when the two walls of flesh holding him contracted and his body was viciously compressed between them, up to the point where he thought his ribcage would shatter. He was having trouble breathing, but only a few moments later the pressure went away and left him in the same ordeal he had been before.

“Oh God!” he muttered, just before the walls closed on him again, bringing him to his limit once more.

The pressure released again when he was close to losing his consciousness, so it took him some time to react once he could breathe again. He cried out in frustration, the feeling only getting worse when he realized that the sound was probably not leaving the confines of her ass. And then, he felt more than heard a rippling sound that transmitted through her skin. He felt rage when he realized what it was: giggling. She was doing it on purpose!

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Oh, yes! She was going to enjoy having Phil stuck into her ass. And it was not because of the physical stimulation. It was there, but it was not nearly enough to cause any serious excitement. The situation was way different at an intellectual level, though. The knowledge that she had a full-grown man inside her ass was incredibly arousing, and knowing that this man was Phil Bower, the most despicable person she had met in her short professional career, made it orders of magnitude better. Lucia could not have felt prouder about her idea. She knew it was mischievous, and this made it even better.

She used the first few moments after removing her fingers from her behind to feel her tiny ex-boss in there. It was amazing how, despite his diminutiveness, she could easily perceive his presence and notice his every movement. She was drunk into the sensation for some time, but she soon felt naughty. She realized a bit too late that tightening her ass might end up killing the man earlier than she had anticipated, but the idea had been too appealing to let it go. Still, she was happy when she released her ass cheeks and noticed that Phil was still moving. She could only imagine how battered he must have been, but he had been resilient enough to survive. Encouraged by the finding, Lucia tightened her ass again, torturing the man a bit more. This time she held him in place longer before releasing. She could not help but giggle as she let go.

Lucia wondered what she should do with Phil, but the answer came easily to her. She would keep him in there while he lasted. And if he lasted enough, she might think on something else for him. She was not positive he would be able to hold the ordeal for too long, though.

Knowing that every second that passed would be another second of suffering for her ex-boss exhilarated her beyond anything she would have thought possible. Lucia had always been strong headed, but she would have never thought of herself as especially cruel or vindictive before her growth. She knew this had changed, though. She did not feel bad at all about it, in any case. They had brought her to the breaking point and retribution felt sweeter than ever.

Encouraged by her most recent actions, Lucia placed her hands on her hips and looked deeper into the office park. She might have dealt with Phil already, but this did not mean that the rest of people in there did not deserve her attention.

“It is amazing how quickly the tables can turn, isn’t it?” Lucia’s voice boomed, the power of her lungs bringing it to every corner of the office park. “Yesterday, you ignored me, save for the occasional lewd glance or comment. You looked down on me. You treated me like disposable goods. And when the time came to stand for what was right, you turned your back on me. It’s time for you to get repaid in kind. I’ll show you the same type of empathy and consideration you had for me!” she threatened.

Down at her feet, more and more cars flew open, increasing the stream of fleeing pedestrians.

“You look like insects from up here!” Lucia then boomed. “Prepare to get treated like that!”

She did not give them any time to react. Her right foot descended into the road before anyone could process her words, landing perpendicular to it and crushing four cars as it dug a wide and impassable trench. She did not wait before gyrating her hips and stepping with her left foot on the road, now facing it in the direction of the BioChem building.

Lucia’s trek was slow and purposeful, each of her steps unleashing a small-scale massacre under her soles as she observed the consequences of her casual actions with a permanent smirk on her lips. Feeling both powerful and sensual, Lucia swaggered as she advanced, suddenly remembering that her usual entourage of news choppers was still around and reporting her every action to the world.

She did not force any step or alter her direction. The giantess simply walked. It did not make a difference. Each of her footfalls flattened multiple cars beyond recognition and snuffed countless lives. The crowd was too packed, and Lucia was too unforgiving. Far from unsettling her, the idea that she was crushing plenty of her co-workers as she advanced sent ripples of pleasure down her spine. She knew it was wicked, but she did not care. She was way past the point where she was affected by morals.

A dozen steps and hundreds of victims later, Lucia stopped, bringing her hands to her hips once more and widening her smile as she stood by the fence that delimited the BioChem campus. Her former workplace was, by far, the largest in the office park, taking about a third of it between its five buildings and the wide space between them.

Its parking lot was as packed as she road had been but having seen her approach had already had the effect of emptying the stalled cars and sending everyone back into the buildings. Lucia observed with curiosity the last streams of people getting inside. As if this was going to help them!

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Out of all the heinous aspects of his current ordeal, the one that unsettled Phil the most was the constant movement, the slight contractions and expansions. They were constant reminders that he was inside a living being.

There was a wave of low frequency rumblings he felt through the flesh walls that were trapping him. It took Phil a while to realize that it was her voice, transmitted to him through her skin rather than the air. He could not understand a word of what she was saying, but he recognized the tone. It was not a friendly one. He felt tempted to feel sorry for everyone else out there, but the living hell he was in left little space for sympathy.

And, just when he thought things could not get worse, all hell broke loose. The back side suddenly squeezed inward and upward, then the front side, then the back again. Both sides working against each other and grinding him up in between! He was completely helpless as his body got pummeled from front and back. What on earth could Lucia be doing? Was she flexing her ass cheeks again on purpose?

There was a booming sound keeping the same rhythm as the wall's contortions. He recognized the sound. Footsteps, or rather her tremendous footsteps. She was simply walking! If this is what he had to endure just from her walking he wasn't going to make it. Thankfully, it only lasted for a few more seconds.

Then, a loud roar made him shiver in the confined space he was in. He was pretty sure she had not talked now, but the sound had definitely come from inside her, sounding like a wild beast suddenly getting unleashed. What could it be?

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Lucia was about to tease her former workmates when something she had not been expecting happened. From the reaction of the laggards still in the parking lot, it became obvious she had not been the only one to hear it, but she was probably the only one that knew where the thundering roar had come from: her stomach!

Of course, she knew what it meant. She had been ignoring it so far, but this did not mean that she did not recognize her stomach complaining. Ever since her fight with the police Lucia had blocked any thoughts about the difficulties derived from her new situation. But as her stomach had now reminded her, this did not mean that they did not exist.

It was not as if she had not had constant reminders about the obvious: she might be massive, but she was still a woman. And, as such, she had needs. Her nipples and cunt had already sent her the message several times but knowing that satisfying her arousal was optional had made her disregard the remaining implications. Now, her stomach was telling her that some stuff was even more basic than sex. She needed to eat. And she needed to drink. And this would lead to stuff what was more gross, she knew.

The question, of course, was what to do about them. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud mechanical noise that immediately caught her attention.

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Author's note

As I mentioned these last weeks, I decided to try something new with The Breaking Point. I already completed the story. It features 22 chapters and 130,000 words. I intend to keep publishing one chapter per week (except if I'm out or cannot connect, which happens from time to time). But I usually also get requests to get the full story on one go and requests from people that would like to support me in the creation of giantess stories and have mentioned they would subscribe to my content or buy it if it was commercially available. 

So, I decided to publish the entire story ahead of time, in PDF and Kindle formats. It's available in my Gumroad store, in case you want to either read it before it's posted here or have another way to tell me that you enjoy my work. It's here: gumroad.com/l/vuVni

To be honest, my main objective is to gauge interest rather than making money. Thanks!