The jeep rolled to a stop and the team disembarked, carting the delicate equipment and precious flasks and containers into the base's sick bay, now converted into a makeshift laboratory. Beverly and José began setting up, wasting no time as the pair worked in silence, sorting the apparatuses and establishing a workstation.

"So." José said, breaking the silence.
"How are you planning on making this work?"

"I'm thinking an airdrop of a semi-gaseous substance, something that we can guarantee to get on the skin and into the respiratory system. Delivered similarly to how firefighters drop water on wildfires. She said, matter-of-factly as she handed the container of beryllium phosphate to the chemical engineer.

"Glad you've got the how's and the why's sorted. Let's just hope we can find a crop duster big enough." José laughed as he began to read over a list of notes. A brief silence returned amidst the clattering of glass and shuffling of papers, punctuated by agent Nguyen entering the lab with some hot coffee and pastries.

"Got some vittals here to perk you two up. Get em' while they're fresh." The agent said, taking a bite out of a raspberry danish.
"Anyway, colonel said it was best for me to keep tabs on you two, help out anyway I can." She continued with a mouthful of pastry, pausing briefly to raise a plain styrofoam cup to her lips and wash her morsel down with a swig of coffee. She wiped the excess from her lips and set her cup down on a nearby counter.

"So. How can I help shrink some strippers back down to size?"

Agent Nguyen's question went unanswered for a few seconds. José set down his notes and gave the agent a half-hearted smile. Beverly continued to work, seemingly ignorant of the agent's presence at all.

"Come on! I minored in forensic toxicology, there's gotta be something I can do." Nguyen exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips. José thought for a moment about what to say.

"We're not calling your credentials into question, Theresa." He said, carefully considering each word as he spoke.
"It's just that... I think you misunderstand what we're trying to do."

"What? What's to misunderstand? You make your sciencey anti-goo, everything goes back to normal, right?" Nguyen asked, chuckling as she rested against the counter top.

"Well, firstly, they're mud wrestlers, not strippers." He said with dry grin, unsure of how to properly explain the situation. Nguyen rolled her eyes and sighed an exasperated sigh.

"What aren't you telling me?" She inquired in a playfully annoyed tone as she took a step towards José, who struggled to find the right words to gently soften the severity of their plan. As he thought for a moment about what he would say, agent Nguyen read the now serious look on the chemical engineer's face, realizing things were not as simple as she had thought.

"The growth those two experienced can't be reversed." Beverly interjected.
The effects of the Compound are a one-way trip."

"We've basically created a vaccine. A counter-compound to target replicated cells an destroy them." José added with a relenting sigh.

"So... you're going to kill them." Nguyen said, her heart sinking.

"Is that such a bad thing?" Beverly asked, indignantly. Agent Nguyen was surprised, especially at how quick Dr. Perkins was to try and justify the act of taking a life. But she couldn't pretend that she didn't see the scientist's cruel point. The destructive and uncontrollable nature of the crisis couldn't be ignored, these women were dangerous and needed to be stopped.

But, they were still people. Ordinary people, affected by a freak accident. Wrong place, wrong time.

"No." Nguyen said, steeling herself.
"If that's what it takes to stop this mess, then that's what it takes. I just..."

The agent trailed off, deep in thought. José once again unsure of what to say, stepped towards her and placed his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. While he meant it as a genuinely saccharine gesture, agent Nguyen, angered by the circumstances of their mission, shirked away from José's touch.

"Get your damn hands away from me!" Agent Nguyen snapped.

"Hey, come on. It's ok." José reassured, hoping to calm Nguyen down.

"None of this fucked up freak show is ok! A whole fucking town got wiped off the map! My partner... my partner is probably buried under that titty bar YOU led him to!" Nguyen exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at the chemical engineer. José merely stood in silence as the agent laid into him when Beverly spoke up again.

"You've got just as much of a reason to want these sluts dead as anyone. This is the only solution." Beverly said, her words like ice, chilling Nguyen's spine.

"I guess. I've just never been a revenge-type person, and bringing perps in dead has never been my way either." The agent said sullenly.

"These 'perps' are more like forces of nature now. Destructive entities far past the point of humanity, there's no way they could ever live normal lives again. If you ask me, we're doing them a favour." Beverly said, turning away from the conversation to continue her work, her uncaring tone as frigid as the stainless steel that lined the sickbay. José nervously cleared his throat and made his way to the box of pastries stepping past the distressed agent when she turned to him.

"Hey. Sorry... about yelling at you. Emotions got me going, it was super unprofessional. I'm sorry." She said.

"Hey, it's ok. It's a fucked up situation. It's scary. And I know a lot of this is on me." José relented.

"Thanks." She said, smiling faintly.
"I just... I can't stop thinking about what those poor girls must be going through. To be ripped out of your own life like that, not knowing if you can be helped, fixed. And now, knowing this, that they have to die, all because they were unlucky. God, I can't imagine how scared they must be."

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"This is so fucking awesome!" Lola Blaze shouted, elated at the surprise before her. After her antics on the fringes of the downtown core, the residents of San Francisco began to truly understand the clear and present danger someone like her posed to the city. Chaos gripped the metropolis as people trapped within the gridlocked streets hurried to flee from the walking disaster before her arrival and the dangers it brought with it.

There were, however, a collection of brave residents that refused to run, instead choosing to congregate to meet the giantess. What was initially a call for the people of the bay to stand their ground soon snowballed into a frenzied fervour of fanatics that deified the oncoming goddess. More and more people began to flood into Union Square, hoping to intercept the buxom titaness for a once-in-a-lifetime sight to behold. Soon a large gathering of hundreds formed in the public square, eager to celebrate their city's newest celebrity.

For a moment, Lola stood completely dumbstruck. As she made her way deeper into the city, anybody with the ability to run had been doing so in the opposite direction of her, screaming in terror as they fled for their lives while Lola indiscriminately cut her path through the streets. The sight of fear was amusing to her at first but grew tiring very quickly, such that the gathering before her was so unexpected that Lola didn't know how to react. Hundreds of people cheering, not screaming, some with hastily-crafted signs held proudly with pro-Lola messages scribbled on them. Apart from the trio of lovers she played with earlier, this behaviour was so completely opposed to how every other tiny human had acted in response to her presence.

But she liked it. Of this, there could be no doubt.

"You all came out for me?" Lola asked, partially flattered, partially genuinely curious. The assembly roared in unison with a collective cheer, seemingly indicating the affirmative. Lola grinned her trademark Cheshire grin, pleased with the response. She was no stranger to having all eyes on her, something the titaness came to relish during her career, but something about her crowd of miniature worshippers tickled Lola in a way like never before. This wasn't the usual gathering of barflies and lounge lizards coming out to The Jewel, nor was it the captivated eyes of the millions worldwide watching her escapades behind the safety of their television screen. These were devotees, people that adored her for what she was, their queen, their God. Spreading out on her hands and knees, Lola lowered herself to get a better look at her congregation, her face still hovering hundreds of feet above the frenzied following. The crowd was electric with excited movement, so much so that the fiery-haired giantess had trouble seeing the full scope of how large the crowd was but in the flurry of activity, she saw people from all walks of life. The makeup was predominantly male, but Lola was joyed to see a large sum of women equally as excited to see her interspersed within the gathering. Shuffling gingerly, Lola repositioned, attempting to sit comfortably in the square. With a mighty thud, the giantess clumsily plopped down on her bottom, stretching her thick legs as they encircled the elated crowd. She leaned back against a row of businesses, letting her weight shape the structures into something more comfortable as they bent and buckled in accordance with her massive body.

"Much better!" Lola bellowed as she adjusted against her new backrest. Her shapely legs completely encompassed the gathering of tiny fans with room to spare, creating a relatively large enclosure capped off with Lola's enormous pussy sitting uncovered in front of the entire group, still wet from her previous activities. Like the gates of heaven itself, the tattooed giantess's pussy stood before the frenzied mass, it's scent filling the air as it fuelled the lustful mania that permeated throughout the crowd. Taller than a three-storey home and crowned with a clit almost as large as an suv, the carnivorous passage of pleasure seemed to breath with anticipatory hunger as the group became more and more unruly until a few worshippers broke from the crowd, desperate to taste their gates of paradise.

"That's cute, but no." Lola laughed, lowering her hand in front of her crotch, blocking her snatch from view.

"Mama's happy to let you look, but you can't touch for free." The goddess said as she leaned forward, cheers erupting from the crowd as her grinning face hung directly above.

"But what to do? What to do?" Lola thought aloud as she inspected her flock.
"How can we play?"

Thinking for a moment, Lola came up with an idea, a game. Something to kickstart the festivities, as it were. As she prepared to begin, the telltale buzz of news helicopters soon filled Union Square as the skies were once again filled with choppers equally eager to sneak a peek. The more, the merrier.

"We all know this game, right? Lola Says jump!"

Within an instant of the innocuous command, the entire crowd hopped to life, jumping into the air at their goddess's beck and call. She smiled.

"Turn to the right." Lola commanded gently, watching her players intently. Sure enough, a few misinformed members of the crowd turned to the delight of the fiery-haired giantess.

"Uh oh! I didn't say Lola Says!" She said, pouring on a sugary sweet tone.
"Find everybody that screwed up and take off their pants, pretty please!"

Murmurs began to circulate amongst the crowd, a few voices shouting in protest as the more faithful followers closed in to exact their goddess's playful desires as she watched from above with glee.

"Underwear too." Lola commanded with a giggle. Soon the few that had made their mistake were stripped of their pants, standing out in front of the fully clothed group. Lola lowered her head and squinted, eyeing her punished players and to her delight, she saw what she was looking for. Standing erect, some proudly, some less so, the rock hard cocks of her excitable flock stood at the head of the pack. While she was disappointed that no women failed her challenge yet, the giantess was thrilled to have so thoroughly enthralled these people, to have them be so completely hers. Sitting back up, Lola thought for a moment, devising the next step in her game when she had a devilish epiphany, a way to truly test her follower's loyalty.

"This round's just for the boys up front, so everyone back there can take a breather." Lola announced before setting her sights upon the pants-less party before her.

"Lola Says, blow each other."

The men looked at one another with hesitancy, some taking a step back. Lola merely laughed, watching the internal struggle the men were having. She knew it was highly unlikely, downright improbable that the entire collection of random losers before her happened to be into dick, but she had hoped at least one pair would go for it by now, it was 2019! But to her dismay, not a single man acted upon her command.

"I didn't get the only deaf people in the crowd, did I?" The tattooed titaness growled.
"Lola Says suck. A. Dick"

The clothed crowd began to jeer and shout as the pants-less few stood sheepishly, a couple breaking off into uncomfortable pairs to begin their oral task. One lone man stamped his foot, backing off again from the rest. It was clear to Lola that this little dissenter was not going to participate, which is exactly what she had hoped for. Her solitary gaze became fixed upon the tiny troublemaker and silently, the giantess moved a hand towards him. Seeing the enormous limb coming, the prudish man began to run, hoping to blend into the crowd only for the people on the outsides of the gathering to push him back, refusing to admit him back into their ranks. With nowhere left to go, the man looked up to see a tremendous tattooed finger, hovering above him as though it was ready to flick a paper football. He took one look at his impending doom and winced, awaiting the inevitable end. Lola tensed up and flicked her index finger, scraping her nail along the pavement as her digit, longer than a city bus, flew past the dissenting man at terrible speed, missing him by mere feet.

"You can be a good boy and play, or you can become my new nail paint. Your choice." The stern goddess said with a smile. The tiny man had gone completely pale, all colour leaving his face as he feared his end would be met by a fingernail the size of a swimming pool. Curiously, while the blood had left his face, his erection remained, solid as steel and throbbing in time with his accelerated heartbeat. There was something to the fear, the power, that couldn't be ignored and it's intoxicating grasp, possibly what drew the man here in the first place, would not relent. Timidly, he shuffled off to meet the rest of his comrades, nervous about what he was forced to do but knew that he could not fail his goddess again Lola let out a cruel cackle as the terrified man began to sheepishly do his mistress's bidding, the waiting crowd cheering as the dissenter was whipped into shape. The now-familiar tingle of power rippled through the megalomanic titaness, a soft coo of pleasure escaping her lips as the gaggle of men up front were made examples of. She was looking forward to the fun her and her new worshippers would have.

However, far away from the roaring cheers and depraved tyrant, powerful waves began to crash upon the shore.

"Come... ON!" Jennifer grunted, tearing the miniature helicopter fuselage from her tormented hair, taking a few golden strands with it.

"I hope you're still buckled in... and alive." Jennifer announced to the unlucky pilot trapped within the tangled helicopter. Bending down, she dropped the mangled chopper onto the soft sandy beach as stomped onward, finally reaching the San Francisco shore. As she stood on the precipice of the city, Jennifer surveyed the expanse of the bay, seeing the blockage of cars strewn about the Golden Gate Bridge, no doubt more chaos seen in Lola's wake. While the last glint of the sun disappeared over the water's edge beyond the bridge, Jennifer noticed something odd. Her head pounded as the giantess reeled from the momentary migraine, in her throes catching a brief glimpse of something in the water, large and imposing. Flashes of gold glinted off the fading light, an obelisk, a throne in the bay blinking into view and fading just as quickly. She was exhausted, her sore body begging for reprieve, but Jennifer couldn't rest until Lola was stopped once and for all. Shaking her head, the pulsing pain subsided as she climbed up the hillside into the city proper.

"Woah.." Jennifer gasped, once again finding the change in perspective challenging. The claustrophobic halls of high rises and towers lining the narrow streets proved to be a difficult challenge to navigate and each movement had a tremendous ripple and consequence. The blonde goddess took a heavy step into street, decimating the pavement as the alarms of parked cars rang into the night sky. But aside from that, the streets were eerily quiet. Ruined and abandoned vehicles littered the path of destruction left behind by Jennifer's rival, but not a single soul was to be seen amongst the wreckage, leaving the once overcrowded city feeling barren. Though chilling to see San Francisco so empty, Jennifer found some comfort in knowing that she wouldn't have to worry about stepping on anybody and began to trudge on, moving deeper into the city as she observed the scope of the mess Lola had made. Businesses were flattened, trees uprooted, buildings collapsed, "Lola" surrounded by a heart engraved into the side of a skyscraper, a swath of damage carved into the once vibrant metropolis to serve as breadcrumbs leading the aspiring wrestler to her foe.

But amidst the quiet chaos, there was a strange feeling that Jennifer couldn't shake. Her migraine ebbed, but never truly stopped and the pounding pain would flare up as waves of anxiety came washing over her. She heard things, saw things as booming footsteps approach from all sides and shadows danced around the corners of her vision. Her mind was playing unkind tricks, distracting the blonde giantess as she traversed the desolate streets, every so often hearing her name whispered from the dark recesses of the empty alleys. As Jennifer tried to focus through the pulses of anxious pain within her mind, images flickered behind her eyes. Memories, unwanted memories of her history with Lola played out in a sequence within her mind's eye. From the moment they met to their first disagreement to tonight, Jennifer watched her rivalry unfold once again as her blood began to run hot. With a boiling rage, the once hopeful girl from the east coast witnessed every cruel act of indignity and torment Lola Blaze inflicted upon her. Jennifer's vulnerable mind swirled with hateful, vile thoughts as ethereal voices called out to her, demanding she take what she was owed. These whispers called for blood, they demanded vengeance and like the fading twilight, Jennifer felt their malicious voice on the nape of her neck.

"Shut UP!" Jennifer cried, turning back as though she had expected someone to be standing there, present and responsible for this madness. Starring down an empty street, she once again found herself coming back to reality as she breathed heavily, panting while the spiteful thoughts seemed to dissipate and the whispers, snakelike in their cunning cruelty, slithered away into silence.

This was not her way, this would not be her legacy.

Tonight's events had opened Jennifer's eyes to a truth that she knew she could no longer ignore. There was anger within her, a capacity for ruthlessness and malice that she had never known before her growth and the power that came with it. It scared the blonde giantess to her core. It gripped her tightly, harnessing the animosity between the two wrestlers to strengthen its malevolent hold over her, as if the woman in her dreams was trying to claw her way out. Jennifer knew her the power of her will was strong, but the truth of what she harboured frightened her so much that she wondered if she could cast out these thoughts, this other being within her, once and for all. All this evil brewed within her mind like a poison and Jennifer found it hard to shake the temptation of absolute power that could be hers alone to flaunt, but she knew she couldn't succumb to such vile and cruel fantasies. She couldn't let herself become something so ugly. If she was to use this power, it would be to help the people of this world, a world that was not for her to rule. At least, this was what she hoped was true.

As Jennifer stood in the empty halls of high rises and skyscrapers, silently confronting her feelings, a rumble quietly shook the earth, one that certainly didn't originate from her. Lola was close. Jennifer knew she had to confront her old rival, but part of her wished she didn't, that she could just disappear knowing that Lola wouldn't misuse her power, that there would be peace between them and the rest of the normal world. The blonde giantess was so tired of fighting, so tired of the destruction. She sighed, once again taking a step further into the city, unsure of what she'd find, but certain that she had to settle things once and for all.

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"Alright, ladies and gentlemen." Colonel Hutchinson began.
"Dr. Perkins and her team have devised a solution to the current threat in the San Francisco area. Doctor, the floor is yours."

"Thank you, Colonel." Beverly said as she stood up. In front of her, a small gathering of pilots and ancillary personnel sat in anticipation, waiting to hear the scientist's plan.

"As you know, the second target has just entered the downtown core, seemingly following her predecessors path. It's projected that the two will come in to contact with each other soon, this is where you come in." She said, pointing the young pilots at the front of the assembly.

"Two chopper teams will move into the city. One team will carry the control batch of my Anti-Compound Weapon and deploy first. If we're lucky, that will do the trick and we will have successfully carried out our mission."

"And if we're not lucky?" One of the crew asked.

"If we're not lucky... the Compound is highly adaptable. If we're not lucky any number of contaminants could have caused unexpected mutations within the two targets, nullifying the effects of the Anti-Compound Weapon as it is. So, I will be flying with the second chopper team to observe any potential variables that arise during the first team's deployment and synthesize corrections for the second deployment."

"And if that doesn't work?" Colonel Hutchinson asked. Nervous murmurs passed around the room as all eyes fell solely upon Dr. Perkins.

"I'm confident in my work, colonel." Perkins replied.
"But... in the event that something goes wrong, it will fall upon your discretion to stop those two." She added solemnly. The colonel nodded, walking up to the centre of the briefing room as Perkins stepped to the side. Taking a brief look at the assembly of young soldiers on station, Colonel Hutchinson cleared his throat in preparation.

"I'm confident in your plan as well, Dr. Perkins. However, we must always be prepared for failure. Chopper teams Alpha and Bravo, you are our last best hope to ensure this threat is neutralized with minimal collateral damage to the city and civilians. If you cannot accomplish your mission, I have begun the steps to authorize a tactical nuclear strike as a total last resort." The grizzled colonel admitted as shocked whispers circulate the room. Agent Nguyen bowed her head in disbelief and stepped forward.

"Sir? With all due respect, surely there's a less drastic solution than dropping a nuke on American soil? On American people?" The agent asked bluntly. Hutchinson furrowed his brow. On some level, he agreed with the stance Agent Nguyen was taking. The two of them, while acting for different branches of government, had a duty to protect the American people and this solution, as permanent as it might be, was going to destroy a major metropolitan city. But, it was a precaution that needed to be taken.

"It wasn't a decision that was made lightly." Hutchinson replied.
"These women, if given the autonomy to come and go as they please, could endanger not jut the trapped residents of San Francisco, but potentially millions more across the country. This is a preventative measure. And, while it is an option I wish we didn't have to consider, I believe this to be the only conclusive way to end this crisis for good, assuming Dr. Perkins' plan falls through. I hope to god, any god that will hear me, that it doesn't. To your stations."

The colonel concluded the briefing and the room jumped to life with personnel filtering out of every exit, readying themselves for the dangerous task ahead of them. As a team of pilots lead Beverly Perkins to the helicopters selected for the mission, José cut through the crowd with Agent Nguyen in toe, intercepting the scientist.

"Bev, wait up!" He exclaimed. The pilots turned to look at the chemical engineer expectantly, reluctant to let any crucial time go to waste, but Nguyen waved them off with an "it's all good." gesture.

"Here to see me off?" The young scientist asked, surprising José with the complete lack of hostility in her tone.

"Something like that." Nguyen said, as José began rubbing his hands together nervously.

"Listen, doc. We both know this plan will work, but I can't let you get on that helicopter. I can't." The chemical engineer said sternly.

"Excuse me?" Perkins replied incredulously. José smiled a weak smile, placing a hand on his colleague's shoulder.

"Let me go in your place. Remember how I was the first person to identify the potential adaptability of The Compound? I'm capable, let me do this instead." José said quietly, almost pleading. Beverly looked to the pilots that stood by anxiously and then back to the man in front of her. She was somewhat taken aback, surprised by the sudden vulnerability being shown, a side of José she had never seen in their time working together. She stood silently, waiting for the usual wisecrack or smartass comment that José always seemed to have at the ready, but none came. Instead, he said nothing, awaiting an answer as his reddened eyes, tired and remorseful, remained locked on hers.

"Let me fix this, Bev. Please."

"Is this the guilt talking?" Beverly asked.

"It's definitely not the bravery." José retorted with a small chuckle.
"I just, I need to make up for this. Starting with right now."

"And we're all very proud of you for realizing that you screwed up." Agent Nguyen interjected.
"But we need to get this ball rolling. What's it gonna be, Doctor?"

"I'm going, neither of you can stop me." The raven-haired scientist declared, crossing her arms.
"I'm not going to forgive you for going behind my back, stealing my life's work, and trying to sell it off. I won't do that, but I do believe you earnestly want to atone for that mistake. You're good at your job José, there's no doubt about that, and if you want to get on this helicopter with me, even at the risk of death or worse, I will not refuse your company."

"You heard the lady, flyboys. Make sure there's an extra seat on Bravo's bird." Nguyen called out to the pilots. José's face lit up as Perkins relented, the scientist herself showing the slightest hint of a smile. She knew how she felt, about how José jeopardized her work, her dreams. But the man had endeared himself to her over the years and if they lived through the night, this would be the first step to reconciling the damage done between them. Hell, she even admitted herself, good help is hard to find and José stood head and shoulders above the rest of potential candidates Beverly had to choose from. If she was going to have any hope of getting her ambitious projects back on track, she'd need a mind like his.

"Alright then, you weirdos. I guess this is goodbye." The young agent said, scratching her head as she checked her phone.

"It is?" José asked.

"Yea. I've been reassigned." She replied.
"Good luck. To both of you. José, when you make it back here, there'll be some MP's waiting to take you into custody. I've already put in a recommendation for a reduced sentence, I hope you make it out of this ok. You're a dumbass, but you're a good guy."

"Thanks, Theresa. Out of all the women that have pointed a gun at me, you're definitely near the top of the list." José smiled warmly. Agent Nguyen laughed, jokingly flicking open the strap on her holster before turning to walk away, giving a brief wave over her shoulder as she did.

------

"Lola Says change partners!" The hedonistic goddess moaned as she aggressively pumped three fingers into her wet cunt. Her "game" had evolved beyond a simple method to test her followers' loyalty, spiralling into a full-on orgy of worship. The frenzied crowd had stripped naked, happily fucking and sucking everything in sight to appease their new idol and her depraved whims, utterly delighting the tattooed giantess. Lola vigorously massaged her massive body, tracing her hand along her delicate curves as she continued to fuck herself while scores of tiny lovers crawled all over her in the pursuit of personal pleasure. Intrepid devotees clung to her thick, engorged nipples as a brave few climbed upon their goddess's massive clit, their minuscule touch sending waves of electric pleasure rippling throughout Lola's body. The burgeoning sensation continued to bubble deep within her expansive body, building and building until...

"Ohmigod, ohmigod, OHMIGOD!" The sensation could build no more. Lola squealed, bucking wildly as she reached another climax. A torrent of cum rained down upon the lust-fuelled assembly in Union Square as the redhead squirted violently, letting her hand rest upon her stomach as several limp, lifeless bodies poured out from her hungry pussy.

"Holy shit." Lola said, panting as the crowd erupted in cheer at their goddess's orgasm.
"You little dudes know just how to find the g-spot."

Lola leaned forward, sitting upright to get a better look at her followers, sending the groups hanging from her nipples tumbling down onto her tremendous thighs. Squinting at the mess between her legs, Lola saw the aftermath of the latest expedition and frowned. Another batch spelunkers, drowned or crushed in the harsh, cavernous maw of her cunt.

"Your sacrifice won't be forgotten, you heroes." Lola said, scooping up her latest victims before tossing them to the side carelessly.

"Alright, let's get 10 more pussydivers, step right up. Let's see if we can get a 4th squirt." She declared, sounding somewhat bored as she waited for her gathering to fulfill her order. However, instead of immediately carrying out her instruction, most of the crowd stood silent while a few others nervously looked, some even pointing in Lola's direction.

"Oh, babies, I thought we knew better than this? Lola Says line the fuck up." She ordered, raising her voice slightly. While her gathering felt compelled to oblige her command, there was a trepidation among the group that frustrated Lola. Her tiny worshippers had been so obedient, why where they getting cold feet now? While a meagre few attempted to carry out Lola's suicidal request, more and more little devotees stood idle and began to point. It was hard to see from her dizzying perspective but as more people raised their hands to point, the goddess of lust realized the congregation wasn't pointing at her, but past her.

"What the fuck has got you all so spook-" Lola asked, her mouth agape as she turned around to see Jennifer Harper, the tallest woman in the world, standing at the edge of Union Square. Dumbstruck, Lola scrambled to stand and confront her rival. The airspace above hummed with the droning buzz of news choppers, eagerly getting an eyeful of the new challenger waiting on the precipice of the park. A few moments of silence washed over the uncomfortable reunion before the gathered crowd, seemingly misinterpreting the situation, erupted in a loud uproarious cheer.

"Oh, shut the fuck up. Little traitors." Lola hissed, pounding her foot into the earth, shaking the ground violently as the excited devotees fell to the floor, powerless against the quake. Scowling, the fiery-haired goddess turned her attention to her still-silent counterpart.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the world's biggest boner-killer." She chided, her booming voice echoing off the walls of city that surrounded the two. Jennifer crossed her arms, having expected a certain lack of civility from Lola, just not so immediately.

"Lola, please. I'm not here to fight." She said, her audible weariness hanging from each word.

"Why?" Lola scoffed
"Scared you'll get your ass kicked again?"

"No." Jennifer said through gritted teeth, doing her best to keep her brewing frustration in check
"I'm here to talk. That's all I want."

The pair stood, silently starting each other down for a few more moments. Jennifer felt a tickling sensation upon her foot, looking down to see a selection of people gathered around her toes, attempting to climb up before turning her attention back towards Lola as the tattooed tyrant took a step closer.

"Bitch, you're lucky to be alive. And if you don't get out of my sight right now, I think I'm liable to correct that mistake." Lola threatened, doing her best to intimidate. Jennifer was unfazed, having learned how to navigate around Lola's particular flavour of smack talk a long time ago. The blonde giantess stood her ground, finding herself more concerned with the increasing number of tiny, delicate people crowding around her feet.

"Look, the thought of never seeing you again thrills me to no end, trust me." Jennifer said, shifting her heel as scores of tiny people brushed against her.
"But I can't leave. Not until I know you won't hurt any more people."

Jennifer's cold, blue eyes met her rival's, piercing deeply into the shorter giantess's gaze with intent. Lola knew the look well, it was a look she received many times during the pair's shared employment at The Jewel. Jennifer's patented "I'm sick of Lola's shit and ready to complain about it to a manager." look. Lola was always the combative sort, ready to stamp out a conflict with her words or fists if the need arose, a trait that made her a valuable, if somewhat volatile wrestler. Jennifer had fighting prowess and skill, but to her, wrestling was a show, an act. Whenever any real tension brewed between Lola and her, Jennifer weathered the conflict and traded barbs far better than most of Lola's targets of harassment. However, when the relentless deluge of Negative Lola Energy? became too much for any sane person to bear, the management at The Jewel would get an earful about her behaviour. But with no one around or even capable of resolving the conflict for her this time, Lola merely laughed a malicious laugh at her rival's expense, confident that she could handle Jennifer any day of the week.

"Heh! That's very saintly of you, but I think I'll do whatever the fuck I please, thank you very much." Lola declared through her laughter, a sizeable chunk of the gathered crowd cheering at her musings, as if to punctuate her point.

"Oh. I think my subjects agree." She said, her tone honey-dipped and dripping with smug satisfaction.

"Lola, these people are not ours to rule!" Jennifer said angrily, gesturing to the assembly below.

"Why not?" Lola retorted.
"I can think of a few areas in the current system with room for improvement. The shitty little bugs had their chance, why shouldn't we get one!?"

Jennifer clenched her fists, inhaling sharply. As she stared her opponent down, a slight whisper, almost imperceptibly quiet, crept back into her mind urging the blonde wrestler to strike. Lola would never listen to reason, only violence, so why try to be diplomatic? As Jennifer tried to quiet to malicious voice within her, Lola continued, taking a step closer.

"Besides, what else is there other than waiting to be killed? I'm not waiting for that, I'm not! I'm not anybody's prey anymore. I'm the motherfucking apex predator!" Lola shouted, her fury building at the mere thought of being preyed upon. Jennifer let her shoulders dip, her posture deflating. She didn't know what to say, how to argue in a way that would sway Lola's decision to her side. It was clear that the fiery-haired giantess had her mind made up.

I don't know." Jennifer offered weakly.
"But I know this isn't right. Please."

"No." Lola said, saying all she needed to. Jennifer signed, placing a defeated hand on her hip.

"Then I have no choice." Jennifer conceded.
"I really hoped it wouldn't come to this, I'm sorry."

In an instant, Jennifer sprang into action like a lioness going in for the kill, the people gathered around her feet flying backwards as the giantess bolted forward. Lola, not expecting her opponent to make the first move, was caught off guard making her an open target for Jennifer's flying roundhouse kick. As the tattooed tyrant sailed through the air into the next street over, one thing was clear, The Harpy was not here to play.

"I'm not gonna let you bully me anymore, Lola. Me or anybody else." Jennifer declared, sprinting up to the stunned giantess with alarming speed as she tried to rise from the rubble of the buildings she crashed into. Struggling through the pain and startled shock, Lola tried to rise, looking up to see Jennifer standing above her, a savage double axe-handle hurtling towards her. Lola took the blow to her upper back, collapsing back onto the pile of rubble with a tremendous force, shaking the earth violently as thick clouds of dust plumed outward, into the night air. The swarm of helicopters, searchlights ablaze, circled the scene, hungry to capture the titanic battle on their cameras. Blinding light shines down through the columns of dust, illuminating the ruined street and impairing Jennifer's vision. Holding a hand up to block the intense light, the blonde bombshell was blindsided by a sweeping kick from Lola, toppling the triumphant wrestler. Thinking quickly, Lola used her time to put some distance between them, surprised by the brutality and her opponent had resorted to. Jennifer was quick and efficient, Lola knew she would need to use every dirty trick she had to gain the advantage against the aspiring wrestler's prowess. Quickly scanning be street, Lola set her sights on a nearby smaller building and grinned.

"This oughtta work!" She grunted, tearing the building from its foundation, similarly to the one she buried her foe under earlier. Jennifer, now standing at the ready, watched, anticipating Lola's next move as she devised an appropriate counter. As Lola wound up to throw the building, Jennifer moved in, ready to block the oncoming structure and deliver a followup attack only to hesitate as she saw Lola's true intention. The crowd, most of them still gathered in Union Square, watched in horror as their red-headed goddess tossed the multi-tiered office in their direction instead of at her adversary. Jennifer had nanoseconds to choose, punish Lola's attack or try and save the people from being crushed by a flying building. Jennifer knew it was a trick, she knew it was a trap and she knew that trying to save the crowd would only impede her goal and endanger more lives in the long-term. She tried to tell herself that quickly shutting Lola down was the best choice for everybody, but Jennifer couldn't stomach the thought of more people coming to harm because of her inaction.

The time to choose was over. Instinctively, Jennifer reached out a hand mid-spring, hoping to catch the building and re-direct it back Lola as she approached. Though her reflexes we're quick, there was barely enough time to connect with the sailing office building with any semblance of finesse and the blonde giantess's hand ploughed clean through the structure, sending an avalanche of debris fanning across the square. There was no time to asses the damage, however as Jennifer's inertia continued to carry her towards her opponent, unable to stop as Lola wound up a mighty kick straight to her abdomen. Jennifer reeled, the impact to her gut leaving her winded, but standing, doubled over as she coughed in pain. Lola moved in, reaching for a handful of long, blonde hair to grasp and pull. The over-grown bully swiped at Jennifer's scalp, clawing viscously as she grabbed a fistful of her opponent's luscious locks and yanked violently.

"Get fucked, you big bitch!" Lola cried, pulling her stunned foe by the hair, sending her tumbling into a nearby hotel. The massive woman obliterated the structure as she bowled into it, collapsing on the ground as the 10-storey building fell around her. The helicopter spotlights illuminated the hefty display of collateral damage as millions of viewers around the world watched the fight, unable to look away from the sheer spectacle.

"I'll drop this whole fuckin' city on you till you learn your lesson!" Lola called out, approaching Jennifer with as much menace as she could muster. Dazed from the attack, Jennifer blinked furiously, her vision blurred and her head pounding. With her opponent only a few steps away, the young wrestler grabbed a chunk of the ruined building and hurtled it back in Lola's direction, buying a few precious seconds to stand and shake off the last assault, readying herself for more action. She stepped back into the middle of the street, bruised but not broken. The two titanic terrors stared each other down, ready to strike like duelling Cobras as the world waited, the thick tension being felt across the city. Jennifer once again made the first move, making an approach when something curious happened. As she began to step forward, a glint of gold bounced off the mirrored windows of the city around her and in an instant, a figure jumped out at her from behind a building. As the blonde giantess, fuelled by panicked instinct, raised her defences to mitigate the incoming blow, Jennifer realized that she had been deceived by her own eyes once again. The figure was gone, and Lola was charging straight for her.

With incredible brute strength, Lola slammed into Jennifer, hoisting the taller giantess high with a constricting bear hug. Jennifer gasped, desperate for a breath as her tormentor squeezed with tremendous force, compressing and the blonde's chest cavity with ease. As she was crushed helplessly against Lola's mighty cleavage, her own tits dangled over her rival's face, her engorged nipples brushing against the tattooed giantess's head. Unable to resist, Lola took a wild bite, clamping on to her captive's nipple with an angry chomp. Jennifer, on the brink of asphyxiation, found enough air in her lungs to let it a sharp yelp, a mixture of pleasure and pain shooting through her body as Lola began to swing backwards. Unable to restrain her any longer, the shorter goddess rocked back, giving herself the momentum to throw Jennifer onto the ground with a mighty slam, cratering the street entirely. Lola drew close, hoping to stomp her downed opponent but caught a swift kick to the crotch as Jennifer, her body screaming in pain, managed to keep her wits about her enough to retaliate. The megalomanic woman stumbled into a corporate skyscraper, decimating the facade as she howled in discomfort.

"Your bullshit isn't gonna save you this time, Lola." Jennifer said, rising up onto her feet triumphantly. Lola groaned, sweat dropping from her body as she stood up straight to face her foe.

"I don't need any "bullshit" to kill you." The shorter giantess growled, her eyes wild and feral with hatred and rage. Jennifer stood her ground, unshaken by her rival's ghoulish threat but cautious all the same. Lola was vulnerable when she was predictable and Jennifer could easily prepare any counter she needed when she could accurately anticipate the fiery giantess's next move. Her wrestling skill and natural prowess came a long way in this brutal battle, but Jennifer knew the lengths Lola would go to secure her victory. No boundary was too far, nothing was off limits, nobody was safe until the 900ft tyrant was stopped for good.

Meanwhile, several military helicopters, sleek, fast, and armed with humanity's last hope for salvation, screamed over the hills towards the war zone that was San Francisco. The shining jewel of California lay at the feet of Jennifer Harper and Lola Blaze, two warriors standing opposed, monolithic in their scope as the loomed over the city in which their final grudgematch would be fought.