Time seemed to stand still as Belle stood before Washington looking down in judgement upon them all. In one of the most decadent cities in the world- all were laid low by the mere presence of this giantess even though they really could not comprehend it. The earthquakes alone had leveled half of the structures in the city. Without warning, she began to squat down, much to the horror of those who had survived to the North of the city, standing in the rubble of their former homes and communities. They saw her round ass rapidly descend, and many thought she would sit on them, and smush tens of square miles into an obsidian under her massive behind. But they were the lucky ones. She squatted on her heels, and peeled back the walls of flesh looming above Washington……

The stream of dark yellow piss alone was 300 feet wide, and in the matter of 30 seconds Belle would pump out 1.1 quadrillion gallons of piss (a summer storm over an area the size of D.C. would only drop about 1/1000 of that volume). Most of the city was going to drown in her piss, which was hot, but she wanted a more symbolic message. She aimed for the landmarks of the most powerful nation on earth. Even after surviving her tread, the Basilica of the Shrine disintegrated in the tsunami, its priceless artifacts lost forever in the acrid flood. Belle had done that on purpose; she thought that there should be “no false idols” before her. She was awed by her own power as the piss simply dissolved or pushed away entire sections of the city, changing the aerial view in real time! As she felt the flow of piss wane, she had one final goal. She shifted as to be facing the Capitol and national mall directly. Her final squirt hit the elevated capitol dome full on, causing most of it to be blown backwards off its foundation. The remainder of it promptly crumpled. Belle and the citizenry of the world watched it as if it happened in slow motion. Belle stood up again, believing she had made her point…..

One person in the city below was a young woman named Mary who lived in Southeast D.C., just across the Anacostia River, in the poorer area of town. All people who knew Mary knew that she had a heart of gold. She’d been a gifted student and had gotten scholarships to medical school. When she’d graduated, she could’ve worked in much finer settings, but instead chose to return to her hometown to help the poor people there (for a reduced salary). She was also very beautiful mixed-race woman and had many male admirers. Unlike Belle she was not selfish or a jealous person. She was someone who humanity would trust much more with Belle’s kind of power. But it was not to be, of course. Mary was one of the many looking up impotently at the evil giantess Belle. It had all happened so fast. Mary had been at work in her clinic in Anacostia like any other day when she’d first encountered the giantess. The ground shook horribly in her clinic. But it wasn’t a normal earthquake. The ground shook in waves; discreet stomps. It shook so horribly that Mary feared her clinic would collapse. A row of houses she could see from the nearest window did just that. Mary decided to flee her clinic and stepped out into the sunlight. There she saw her. Even at a distance of around 15 miles naked giantess rose up from the horizon and took up about half of Mary’s frame of vision. She couldn’t help but notice the giantess was an undeniable woman, her blonde hair resting lightly against her shoulder, her firm tits standing proudly. But that admiration turned to fear very quickly. The giantess began to squat onto her haunches and spread her legs slightly. Without much warning from a distance, a yellow stream erupted over central Washington and blocks of city were washed away. Instinctively, she had fled from her clinic during the violent shakes. As she stepped into the street, she first saw the giantess. Mary couldn’t help but notice the giantess was a very pretty and well-endowed blonde woman. She didn’t really have much time to reflect upon it. The Goddess began to squat, her massive figure moving at supersonic speed. She was squatting on her haunches. Mary soon learned what she was going to do next. Within a few seconds an arc of piss three hundred feet wide flowed over central Washington, passing a few miles from her. Her heart was racing. Instinctively she knew the piss would flow sloping towards Anacostia River and unconsciously rushed to the side of her building, climbing a fire escape to the roof. Once there she could see the piss slowly inching towards her neighborhood. She was wimpering now. Her neighborhood, her people, were all drowning in this woman’s piss. Why had she done this? Why had she pissed on such a highly populated area? Mary couldn’t empathize with this. But she wouldn’t have much time left to ruminate on it. Seconds later the giantess shifted slightly. The capitol and national mall was now directly between Mary’s neighborhood and the giantess. Unfortunately, the Goddess was aiming her squirt towards the Capitol and the national mall. The same squirt that leveled the capitol traveled with great force the fraction of a mile to Mary’s neighborhood. She knew what was coming. She died slackjawed as the piss leveled her entire neighborhood, dissolved in the torrent of the giantess’ piss.