Off the coast of Los Angelas there was an earthquake. Stuff from 
the bottom of the waters rose to its top. Where Janice was swimming.

The effect was incredibly fast. One instant Janice was 
floating on an inner tube in the bay, the next she was surrounded by 
this weird bubbling concoction. The vapors filled the air around 
her, permiated her. She felt dizzy, then giddy, as though caught in
a fast falling elevator. Suddenly she was in floundering in deep
water. No. Not so deep, only thigh high, but itshould have 
been deeper. And when she opened her eyes, things were wrong. The
coast was too close, and at a funny angle. The waves looked too
far away. There was a breeze. It was quiet. And that seagull.

Then it struck her. She was wrong. She was looking down, instead of up. 
And then she gasped. She was huge. Enormous. She must have been hundreds 
of feet tall. The coast, which had been nearly a mile away, was now a few 
short strides distant. In consternation she glanced from side to side,
as though seeking help, and then she glanced down sharply. Her bikini was 
intact, but she felt horribly exposed. Dashing out of the water she stood 
on the beach and looked for a place to hide.

Then it occurred to her that the beach was filled with people. People 
who couldn't move fast enough to avoid her. Who she had not seen. A stange 
sensation filled her gut. Not daring to look to see if she had crushed 
anyone under her barefeet Janice returned to the water, and waded out into 
it until the beach was far behind her.

Then she spotted the city. Surely someone there could help her. Eagerly 
she waded towards the distant buildings. The waters rose then and ebbed 
from her gigantic body as she crossed the bay. But once again her 
impetuous hurry betrayed her, and she stared guiltily at the little 
bubbles of boats sent to the bottom of the bay by her churning thighs. 
Desparate now to get out of the water she headed for the nearest docks. 
But everywhere she looked there was no place to escape the waters 
without stepping on something. Finally, in a bit of a huff, Janice chose 
the most sparely populated section available, and climbed out of the water.

It never occurred to her the awesome spectical she made as she lifted 
her titanic body onto the docks. Water cascading from her like a 
waterfalls. She moved with a ponderous kind of power that sent thousands 
screaming into the streets. Her bikini only served to accentuate her 
colossal figure, and she had a body to be proud of. Tall and lith, 
muscled and very feminine. Her hair was long and blonde, her eyes a 
lovely shade of green, her lips pouted and unsure as she glanced down at 
her feet. Her right foot was standing on the smashed remains of a 
warehouse, her left in the middle of (of all things) a parking lot. 
It seemed that no matter how careful she was, things were getting 
stepped on. And she was getting tired of it. And there was that weird 
feeling in her gut.

Still, it was a marvelous sight. And she drew deep the sea air until 
her bra was stretched drum-tight across her great breasts. A momentary 
thought, naughty and delicious, flitted through her mind. But she shook 
her head and tried to find a place to sit down and wait for someone to 
find her. But no matter where she turned or stepped, she ended up 
crushing it under a bare foot. Still it was a strangely satisfying 
sensation. Those cars, and that bus had crunched in a most delightful 
way. And the houses literally exploded under her heels.

Janice stopped a moment, and looked down. There was the deep impression
of an exquisite barefoot print, little cracks in the ground radiating 
away from it. And in the print were two cars pressed totally flat, and 
beside the cars were two little sets of grease stains. The strange 
feeling in her gut suddenly expanded into a flame of warm pleasure. For 
suddenly Janice had fully realized something.

She was a real giantess. Nothing half-baked, but a real honest-to-god, 
eighty story tall, bikini clad goddess. One that sank ships with her 
thighs. One that stepped on buildings and cars like they were toys, and 
crushed people like they were bugs. And she knew that that strange 
sensation was lust. Power lust. Sexual lust. She was a big woman in a 
little city. And. And. And what?

Janice mulled it over for a moment. But the answer was obvious.
Reaching behind herself she unclasp her bra, then slowly, as though 
exposing herself to a lover, she revealed her breasts. This was the 
ultimate exhibitionism, the greatest strip tease on earth. She waggled 
her shoulders and made her breasts jiggle. The cool air on her wet skin 
was nice and made her tingle. Her nipples swelled huge and hard beyond 
belief, so she imagined she could gouge holes in buildings with them. 
Cupping her hands under her breasts, she measured their weight. 
Fuck little gouges, with boobs like these she could tit-box a building 
into rubble.

In fact. Reaching down between her legs, she was not surprised to find 
her panties sopping wet. On a hunch Janice looped her thumbs under the 
material, and easily tore them from her hips. Now she stood in her full 
glory, enormous beyond imagining. Hands confidently placed on her hips. 
Feet spread, and planted firmly upon houses, cars and people. 
Looking down, the wind from the bay wafting her long blonde hair over her 
shoulder, she scanned the ground between her feet. Somewhere down there 
someone was getting the view of his pathetic little life. Reaching 
between her thighs Janice spread her vulva, distending her labia, so her 
glistening lips poked out of her cunt. Little drops of cum fell from her
cunt, yet to the world far below each was a falling gallon of heavy fragrent
cream.

But Janice's eyes now turned to the city, to the buildings, filled with 
tiny people, streets jam packed with cars, trucks, buses and more people. 
And nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. With a wicked grin, a naughty grin, 
Janice stepped forward. No longer giving a damn what got stepped on. Her 
pussy ached to be filled, and that was the only place with anything big
enough to do the job.

The earth shook as she strode into the city...
 

* * * * * * *
 

The buildings rose up around Janice like a stone and metal
forest, so it was suddenly strange to be among objects that
were comparable to her own colossal size. Far below the
tarmac cracked and sank under her barefeet; cars, buses
and people were crushed beyond recognition. Water mains
exploded and wet her toes. Buildings shifted on their
foundations and smoke poured out of some. But she paid litle
attention to the mayhem she was causing. Instead she stopped
to admire her reflection in one of the glass buildings. 
Playing idly with herself.

Then it occured to her to look closer. Much closer. Till
her great green eyes were just inches from the face of the
building. To her delight she was able to discern tiny people.
People, who, needless-to-say, were cramming the windows
everywhere to look at this gigantic naked woman standing in
front of their building. Playfully Janice leaned forward
just a litle more, and kissed the face of the skyscraper,
leaving a little dab of lipstick on the glass.

When she looked again, the people near that spot looked
particularly terrified, and she laughed with delight. Then
taking a step backwards (and crushing a small house). She
raised her arms over her head and began to dance for her
tiny audience. Her hips swayed slowly from side to side,
her colossal breasts dipped and jiggled. Janice closed her
eyes and moved to silent music, grinding out a dance for her
lust. Now wonderfully aware again of the things being
crushed under her barefeet. Far far below she heard the
sirens and the screams and the terrible crunching noises
of her movements. This was her music. It made her hot.
She dropped her arms, running her hands over her breasts,
down her sides, between her legs. She hoped that the people
in the glass building were enjoying the show.
 

And she grinned an evil grin and stepped forward, pressing
her enormous breasts up against the face of the building.
It felt deliciously cool against her aroused nipples, so she
pressed closer, and closer. And then too close. With a
rending crash her breasts burst in through the side of the
building, instantly crushing dozens of incautious onlookers.
Placing her hands on her buttocks she then ground her mons
against the building. But that was less satisfying. She was
going to have to find something better soon.

Stepping back she admired the two gapping holes in the
face of the building. Looking down she brushed some of the
dust from her tits. The way she thrust them forward, they
actually looked proud of their little trick. Bending down
a little she examined the damage she had caused, the building
was about four feet wide, and about two feet taller than
herself. But still it stood, despite the holes. Curious,
she reached into the right hole with her hand and felt about.

She could just barely tell offices, and desks with her
fingers. Most things were too small. On an impulse she
pushed her hand deeper into the building. Now that was
something. It was like pushing into crunchy graham crackers,
the walls resisted her slightly before being smashed
aside. At one point she thought she felt an elevator shaft,
and then a car. With her arm thrust almost to her shoulder
into the building she wrapped her enormous fingers around
the tiny square box and crushed it like tinfoil. The
thought of what any little people in that doomed box must
have felt excited her. She moved her arm around in the
building more vigerously now, driving her fingers up through
floors and sideways through offices.

It was too much.
Suddenly the building was a collapsing avalanche of rock,
spewing dust and debris into the air as it settled into
a pile about her barefeet. Janice stared at it a moment in
surprise, then with a shout of laughter she spun and sprang
at the next nearest building. It exploded as she tackled
it, her body driving through it, sprawling across the city
blocks, crushing dozens of other smaller buildings as she fell
to the ground. Laying there, she laughed quietly. This was
fun! After a moment she rose up on all fours, and moved
towards a nearby intersection. Poking her head around the
corner she stared in delight at another street, completely
filled with panicking mobs and stalled cars. She listened
avidly to their little screams, and the honking of horns,
which only increased as they spotted her.

Moving forward, she supported herself on hands and legs,
her great breasts ponderously swaying from side to side as
she surveyed the long stretch of road. Then with a sigh
she laid down, crushing several blocks of cars and people
under her long lovely body. Something poked into her pussy
in a most delightful way and she pressed down against it.
Probably a bus or a truck, but her antics were too much for
it, it was squashed flat. Her head resting on her arms she
watched the tiny fleeing mobs of people and pouted mockingly.
Wouldn't anybody play with her? Unfolding her arms she
embraced a wide section of street, blocking a great press
of people from escaping her. With laughter in her eyes she
pursed her lips, and bent her head, and kissed the ground.
Growling in her throat and laughing she crushed tiny people
with her full moist lips, then poked at them with her tongue.

Looking up she smiled hugely, licking her lips, then
froze. There, at the end of the street. Was a another
building. Not just any building. But the place where
her ex-boyfried Eric worked. The one who cheated on her.
Suddenly she wanted Eric to see what she was now. She
wanted Eric badly.

Standing she brushed the tiny crushed debris from her
naked body, and stomped down the street. Working up her
anger. That miserable little bastard had dumped her. Oh,
No. Not nicely. Only after she had caught him with one
of his other girlfriends. One of dozens she had later
found out. The rage mounting inside of her she lashed
out and stiff armed a building, pushing it over into a
thunderous collapsing ruin. With her foot she kicked
another one, grinning evilly as it exploded into rubble.
Moving forward faster now, faster, almost running, about
to leap and bring the tiny man down in his own building.

But then she stopped.
That was too easy. She wanted him to die slowly, miserably,
like she had. Crossing her arms she spoke, her voice was
feminine thunder, cracking glass and powdering stone.
"OKAY, LITTLE PRICKS. LISTEN GOOD. IF YOU BRING ME ERIC
DEMMERLY IN TEN MINUTES I'LL LEAVE YOUR FUCKING BUILDING
ALONE."

It didn't take ten minutes. Hardly five passed before a
small mob hustled a lone man into the courtyard, then dashed
back into the building. Janice looked down and smiled,
and carefully placed a colossal bare foot to either side
of him. They sank deep into the concrete, sending cracks
radiating outwards. She could just see Eric down there,
his arms raised in mute astonishment and fear. Then lifting
her left foot she held it over him. "WHAT DO YOU THINK
ERIC? SHOULD I JUST STEP ON YOU? YOU LITTLE SHIT! HOW
MANY OTHER GIRLS DID YOU FUCK THAT I NEVER KNEW ABOUT?"
She wriggled her toes. "LOOK CLOSE ERIC. THESE TOES
HAVE BEEN BUSY TODAY. SEE ANYBODY YOU KNOW STUCK TO THEM?"
She laughed, and set her foot down again, this time
with the toes directly before him.

"GET UP LITTLE MAN. GET BETWEEN MY TOES BEFORE I CRUSH
YOU INTO PASTE." Eric didn't need a second warning, he
got up and dashed between her big and second toe. God she
was huge. His head didn't even rise above her toes.
"HMMM" Janice purred, "GOOD. GEE BUT YOU'RE SMALL. STILL,
WHY DON'T YOU CLEAN MY TOES?" Eric looked up in shock,
was she nuts? "HURRY LITTLE MAN." He pressed forward
and licked the soft warm skin, trying not to think about
the carnage they had caused. "ERIC?" "i'm trying!" he
shrieked back, and pounded on her skin with his fists.
"AHHH, NOW I FEEL YOU." Janice laughed. "BUT I GUESS
I'M NOT SENSITIVE ENOUGH THERE. SO LET'S TRY SOMETHING
ELSE." And to Eric's horror she began to sit down.

It was like a mountain coming to rest. It was like the
sky falling. The ground shook and heaved about him. And
then she was down, her legs rising and surrounding him
like hills, her body rising before him, impossibly huge.
For her part Janice watched her little toy with amusement,
wondering if he'd still be standing there if he knew what
she intended to do to him.

Not that he could escape her.
"HEY ERIC", said Janice, "WHAT DO YOU THINK?" and she
reached between her legs with her hands and peeled herself
open for him. Her vulva glistened wetly, the heat and
musky air washing over him in waves. Her labia was two
stories tall, her clitoris was a car sized knob, her
vagina a vast terrifying cave. Tensing her muscles she
made it dilate and close. Eric wobbled and fell, chilled
with fear as he watched her mighty cunt.

She loved it.
"ERIC, MY LITTLE LOVE." she cooed, "IT'S TIME TO CLIMB
MOUNT CUNT AND GIVE YOUR LITTLE JANICE A KISS." Eric
shook his head and backed away. Janice frowned, "OH DEAR,
ERIC, I DON'T THINK YOU HAVE A CHOICE. OR WOULD YOU RATHER
I JUST CRUSH YOU UNDER MY THUMB?" and she reached out with
her hand towards him.

With a yelp, Eric darted forward under her fingers and
grabbed two handfuls of her long coarse pussy hairs. Like
a flea he clambered up her cunt, fighting to avoid the
huge sticky gobs of her juices. From high overhead Janice
watched his progress, growling in her throat with pleasure
as her little man climbed her magnificant vulva. After a
few minutes (and a terrifying heartstopper near her mammoth
vagina), Eric arrived at her clitoris. He looked up at
Janice in dismay, everything was just too damned big.

Janice glared down at Eric over the roundure of her
gargantuan breasts, her long blonde hair cascading over
her forehead, her green eyes bright and alive with
excitement. "GO FOR IT LITTLE MAN." she whispered, and
lolled her tongue over her full lips. Eric looked down
at her enormous clit, and with both hands grabbed it.
Far above Janice sighed and moaned slightly, and Eric
began to massage the soft hot flesh, smearing himself from
head to foot in creamy goo. Her mons twitched and bucked
under him as she reveled in his ministrations. Her hands
massaged her breasts and pinched and pulled her nipples.
She resisted the temptation to rub her clit. Eric simply
was not rough enough for her needs, but the thought of
him so tiny and helpless was a real turn on. She bent her
head and nibbled at her nipples, riding the mounting waves
of pleasure that were filling her.

It was too much for her. God she wanted him. It was time.
Her eyes glazed with passion Janice carefully extricated
Eric from her clit with her fingers. Holding him before
her face she pursed her lips, "SORRY ERIC, I NEED TO FINISH
MYSELF OFF. BUT BEFORE I START, I WANT TO SAY GOODBYE,
BECAUSE, LITTLE MAN, I DON'T THINK YOU ARE GOING TO SURVIVE
OUR FINAL FUCK." He screamed and writhed madly but Janice
took no notice. Spreading her vulva with her fingers she
lowered Eric between her thighs and carefully inserted him
into her cunt, pushing him in deep with her forefinger. Then
she started masturbating, abandoning herself to her orgasm
and hoping Eric would last till then.

For Eric it was the end.
Her vagina closed about him like a great wet cave, hot as
an oven, flooded with cunt juices, pressing in on him from
everyside. In the darkness he felt himself rise and fall
as she humped her pelvis off the ground. He was drowning
in her cream, smothering in her soft vagina, and the flesh
was too heavy for him to move. He struggled in vain, unaware
that Janice felt his pathetic little wriggles, and with a
shriek of delight went over the brink on them. Suddenly,
a wave of incredible heat washed over Eric, her love cream
was gushing down his throat, his body twisting in her cunt.
Janice's vagina was no longer soft, but rock hard, clenching
tight like a great fist.

With laughing disdain Janice crushed Eric to pulp with her
cunt, abandoning her restraint her probing fingers entered
her vagina and lolled about, mashing the gooey remains of
her puny ex-lover into her inexhaustable supply of juices.
Her orgasmic powered screams blew out windows all over the
city. Her flailing barefeet brushed Eric's former workplace,
and with a snarl she pile-drived her feet into it, reducing
it to smoking rubble. Then riding the ebbing waves of
pleasure Janice grinned, pulling her sopping fingers from
her cunt she tasted them, savoring Eric, satiated for the
moment with her revenge.

Rolling her head she sighed, then laughed gaily.
It was time for a real fuck. And she had just spotted her
next victim....
 

* * * * * * *
 

She examined it from all sides. It was perfect.
It was a tiny little building next to her colossal eight 
hundred feet, only twelve or fifteen stories tall. Already she had 
easily demolished more and larger buildings than this one. But this
one was built in layers: a bottom portion two or three stories
tall, low and wide and shaped like a ')'. A middle layer, also 
two or three stories tall, but rather narrower. And a riser 
section about nine stories tall, and somewhat rounded. On each of the
roofs, crowds of people panicked and swarmed. Betrayed by 
their fascination of her, and now trapped.

Making an 'O' with her fingers Janice measured its thickness
and smiled. Using her fingernails she chipped off any rough
spots, then for good measure crushed the various doorways 
around the roofs and at the front doors. There were still two 
concerns she had: one was impossible to anticipate, the other could be
accounted for. Chewing on her tongue, Janice built up spittle
and spat it onto the building, being careful to avoid drowning
the crowds of people. She also delved between her legs for her
more fragrent juices, and smeared that onto the building until
it glistened dark and wet.

Then Janice hunkered about on her knees until she was a 
little forward of the building, with it nestled between her legs. 
Then reaching between her thighs with one hand she spread her vulva
wide, and sank down slowly. The initial penetration was sweet,
but she resisted rubbing her pussy over the top of the 
building.

She wanted to crush those tiny people under her cervix. Janice
engulfed the building with dreadful ease. She imagined those
tiny people, screaming with horror, even as Eric had, as her
magnificant vagina swallowed their puny building. The top of 
it would spread her wide enough that those near the center would
survive.

She tried to visualize it.
Careless people near the edge of the roof being swept off it
by her cunt, to be crushed and smeared down the side of the
building. The survivors gasping for breath in her hot musky
smelling cavern as the air pressure rose. And descending from
high above to crush them, her mighty cervix, doorway to her
vast womb. But a destraction granted those on the roof a
momentary respite from their fate.

Her spread pussy lips were about to kiss the roof of the
second section of the building. Leaning forward Janice
had a wonderful view of the churning mob trapped on the roof.
Already some were leaping in terror of her great cunt. So
before too many got away, she pressed her cunt lightly down
and rose up again. Some people stuck to her wet cunt, some
fell to the roof below, where others were squashed flat, but
most were unharmed. Again Janice dabbed them with her cunt
and squished a few more. Again. Again. In a teasing
playful rhythm she mashed them under her great hairy monster
of a cunt, until nothing remained but sticky goop.

Nor had she forgotten her other 'guests', the trapped
group of vaginal spelunkers on the topmost roof. Nothing
fancy for them, Janice just sat down until she felt the
building touch her cervix. Then she wriggled her hips
grinding them between her and the roof, until she felt
the top story of the building cave in under her weight.

Actually, it was a marvel that the building had endured
this long. And Janice hoped the tiny people trapped within
appreciated the care she had taken to get the most out of
their pitiful little thighscraper. Once again she began
to bounce herself on the building, taking deeper strokes
than when she was just crushing people. The ground shook
under her, nearby buildings were swaying slightly and
dropping bits of rock and mortar to the streets far below.
It felt so good, the building filled her nicely. So she
humped it for a while, massaging her titanic breasts and
admiring the damage she had done.

The city was reeling from her trail of destruction, though
enough buildings remained for her to try some different
things. And she strongly doubted that the fleeing mobs of
people were making any headway. Her toes tingled as she
recalled the delightful sensation of stepping barefoot onto
a mob of tiny people, crushing them like ants. Now she was
getting hot again. Janice laughed and her cunt tightened and
grabbed the building. For a moment she toyed with the idea
of ripping it from its foundations with her pussy (look ma,
no hands!). But resisted it. Pumping more slowly, wondering
what it looked like from inside the building. Probably
damn scary. The building would be groaning with the strain,
mingling noises with the loud slurping sound of her pussy 
rising and falling. Anyone looking out a slime coated window
would see darkness from within her vagina, then light as
she rose up on her stroke, then darkness and a thunderous
BOOM rocking the floor as she sank back onto the building
and her pussy slammed onto its base far below. 

Looking down she marvelled at the gushing flow of her
juices. The building was soaked in it, and it flowed off
of it and onto the street. Also the middle section of the
building was faring badly, her repeated battering of it
was causing it to crumble. It looked like it was time to
finish off her little dildo. Pumping faster Janice
abandoned restraint. The earth leapt under her like an
earthquake, her mammoth breasts bouncing and heaving.
She whipped her head from side to side, her long blonde
hair snapping and flowing in a wild tangle.

She came hugely. "OH GOD! OH YES! OH GOD!" she screamed
over and over as she orgasmed in great powerful waves. Once
again her colossal vagina tightened like a vice. The
building resisted her for a moment, another moment, then with
a delightful crunch it collapsed. Twisting a little she
ripped the building from its base, fingering her clit madly
she prolonged her pleasure while her vagina reduced the
building to rubble. With her fingers she spread herself
and let it fall with a ruinous crash to the ground. Then
slowly standing to her full awesome height, she stretched
and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair.

She felt terrific. It had been a good day for her. A very good day.
And she was sure there would be more to come. Then an idea
struck her. What if the bay was still active with whatever
had made her this way? She thought about it a moment.
Maybe she should go find Pam and take her to the bay.
Then the city would really rock. Janice sighed. The sun
felt good on her naked body. She was going to have a lovely
tan. Then she felt a curious sensation in her gut. She
frowned a moment then laughed. She had the munchies. And
the curious sensation became that familiar old lust. She
knew what she was having for dinner tonight. And with a
wicked laugh she headed for the nearest panicking mob...
 

* * * * * * *
 

Now even though she was a big girl, Janice was not above
playing with her food. Her every step towards the enormous
crowd of tiny milling people shook the ground so hard that
they fell down en mass and cowered a moment before getting
up and continuing to flee from her. Pursuing them with her
barefeet she herded them further and further down the street.
Then taking a slightly longer stride she raised her right
foot and planted squarely in the middle of the mob.

Scores of people were squashed to jelly under her incredible
weight. Tiny lines of blood and gore rayed out with the
cracks in the tarmac. Little pulped bodies oozed up between
her toes in a delightful way, and she wriggled her toes
enjoying the feeling. Then lifting her foot she examined the
bottom of it, enchanted by the sight of the dozens of squashed
lilliputian-sized people stuck to her lovely toes and heel.

Dropping to her knees she examined the footprint. This one
was better than that one on the docks. It was full of little
squashed bodies, sunk almost a full two inches into the
ground. Looking up at the terrified people Janice smiled and
walked on her hands and knees, uncaring of those crushed,
until she was in their midst. Then she bent her head down
till her great head was only a story or so off the ground;
her long blonde hair draping over her shoulders onto the road.

It was hard, focusing her eyes at this distance, but she
managed to pin down a section of the screaming people with
her great green eyes. Opening her mouth she stuck out her
tongue and dipped her head. When she rose up again, there
were several tiny people stuck to her tongue, which she drew
in and then closed her mouth.

Janice sat there on her knees, listening to the distant
screams of the churning mob, and concentrating on her
mouth. She could feel the tiny people moving around inside,
trying desparately to escape. Involuntarily she salivated,
which diminished that wonderful sensation, so she started
chewing. And each time a tiny person was caught and ground
between her great teeth, a tiny delicious burst of salt
tickled her tongue. She swallowed and smiled. Then Janice
bent down and scooped up a small group of people between
her fingers and thumb. Leaning her head back, her long blonde
hair cascading down her back, she raised her hand high over
her open mouth and dropped them inside. Licking her lips she
salivated a little, then swallowed them whole and living,
like oysters.

It was the signal for her feast. Leaning forward Janice
dipped her hands into the terrified mob, lifting a hundred
or more in a single scoop. Bending her head she licked her
hands clean, sometimes chewing, sometimes swallowing them
live. Screaming people leapt from her fingers, trying to
escape her hunger. But she caught every delicious morsal.
Making "UMMM'ing" noises she vorasciously gobbled up a
thousand or more people. Then rising up onto her knees
she plucked a water tower off a nearby building, ripped the
top off with her fingers, and drank her fill.

Wiping her lips on her arm, she advanced on her knees until
she was caught up with the fleeing flea sized mob. A glass
building to her left caught her attention, and reaching out
Janice plucked a single tiny man from the crowd, then turned
and faced the shiny mirror. Opening her mouth she placed
him on her tongue, and watched as he scurried forward, trying
to escape from her. Laughing in her throat Janice lifted
her tongue over him like a rearing wave and crushed him
against her teeth. The second she held by his legs, then
held her fingers near her mouth. Her teeth flashed white
in the sun, and she was holding just the legs, which she
then also popped into her mouth. The third Janice held up
before her face a moment, and with a wicked grin, and a
rumbling thunderous purr of satsfaction whispered: "I AM GOING
TO EAT YOU." to her little morsal. And she gleefully watched
the little man thrash and wriggle in soul searing panic while
he shrieked horribly. Janice laughed and placed him between
her pursed lips and sucked him slowly into her mouth, savoring
his little screams for mercy before she swallowed him alive.

This was fun, but she wanted more. She wanted to get nasty.
She wanted to get messy.
Turning back to the mob, Janice scooped up a double handful.
She hesitated a moment, then cupped her hands under her
breasts, kneading her fingers into her firm flesh. The
crushed and squashed bodies of the tiny people made a kind
of slick goop, like a slimy oilrub. The lubrication felt
great on her nipples, and grabbing another handful she
sprinkled them into her deep cleavage. Then grabbing her
breasts she ground them together slowly, until they slicked
up with the warm remains of her puny victims. Another
handful, this time sprinkled upon her breasts. Pushing her
tits up with her hands, Janice bent her hand and licked the
top of her breasts clean. Chasing each tiny man with her
tongue and then eating him. One unfortunate little hors 
d'oeuvre of a man was trapped between Janice's lower lip and nipple
when she began to suckle herself. When she raised her head, he
was gone.

Standing up for a moment. Janice pursued the crowd
a little further laughing, "WAIT FOR ME!". Crushing scores at

a time under her barefeet with each step, and unabashedly
delighting in it. Once in the middle of the mob, she
quickly sat down. Shaking the ground like a mountain coming
to rest. Her tremendous ass squashed hundreds into paste.
Spreading her tan legs, uncaring of those crushed under
her moving thighs, Janice leaned forward, and using her hands
like bulldozers scraped a few hundred shrieking, screaming,
howling little people towards the mighty rise of her cunt.

Janice knew what she wanted, and didn't feel like fucking
around. Without ceremony she squashed the helpless mob
against her crotch. Rubbing her hands over her mons until
a thick gooey mess coated her public hairs. But as with
her tits, the lubrication was incredible. Rubbing her
clitoris with the fingers of her one hand, Janice thrust the
fingers of her right into her vagina. The carnage put what
she had done to Eric to shame. Janice squashed, crushed,
and mashed hundreds of people at a time, just to lub up her
cunt and thighs, increasing the pleasurable sensations to
that point she loved most.

This is what is was to be a goddess. To be above morality or modesty.
Being like a force of nature, or a natural disastor.

Janice reveled in her absolute power over these insignificant
people, whose only worth was to build cities she could smash,
to fed her, or to be used without mercy to placate her 
bottomless sexual lust. Her third orgasm of the day was no less 
powerful than any of the others. Her conversion from demure civilized
lady, to untameable giantess was complete. So long as she 
lived, no city, town or village would be safe. No car, truck or 
train, no bridge, house or building would escape her least pleasure.
And the millions of tiny people would serve her every whim,
willingly or no.

Shaking her head, her blonde mane a wild tangle of golden
glory, her green eyes filled with unrestrained joy, Janice
rode the lee side of her mighty orgasm, licking her fingers
clean of her little victims; with a sauce of her delicious
love juices. Leaning back she idly smeared the mess across
her flat belly with her forefinger, playfully squashing the
occasional living little man she spotted.

The screaming mob had escaped down two side streets, but
she was tired, and satisified for the moment. Climbing to
her feet she stretched a moment, long and luxeriously.
Then looking down, she dabbed at the goo covering her breasts
and frowned. She needed a bath. And sauntering lazily down
the street, she navigated through the maze of buildings,
crushing a bus here or a house there under her long lovely
feet. Until she reached the docks.

Stepping into the cool waters of the bay Janice moved into a
spot deep enough where she could clean herself. And while she
bathed she regarded the boats and the bridges with a new eye.
Seeing in them tantalizing ways to satiate herself, to express
her newfound power; sex toys for an eight hundred foot tall
giantess to enjoy. She felt clean and refreshed, but she
decided she would rest awhile before going after a boat, or
playing with one of the bridges.

Then she saw it.
Out there in the bay.
That marvelous, incredible slick, that strange wonderful
vapor that had made her so huge. And an earlier thought
returned to her. Made her dash out of the water, and
leap onto the tiny dock and turn towards the suburbs,
leaving a hideous trail of destruction in her wake.

There were only a couple hours of daylight left.She would have to hurry.

She was going to find Pam...
 

The End...(for now)

28-Jul-1993