Monica XL
by Chuckcjc



Part one: Divine intervention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****************

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

****************

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

***********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***********************

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

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

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

She became anxious to see them up close.

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

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

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

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

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

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

****************

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

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

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

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

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

*******************

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monica gripped the boat with both hands and held it down by her stomach. The
mere actions of doing this dumped half a dozen rich snobs overboard. She
pressed with her fingertips and crunched the hull, and then she pulled with
great might. The ship first strained under the tension, but when Monica gave a
small twist to her pulling force, she was able to rip the ship apart. Once she
saw the ship start to give she slowed down and carefully eased the structure
apart. The result was a ship that was roughly pulled in half with the contents
of the ship pouring out of both sides. She concentrated to hold both sides
level, not wanting to spill the precious crowd of passengers. Monica uttered
the words to Aerosmith's song out loud to put voice to what she had on mind.
"Eat the Rich, there's only one thing that they're good for." The passengers
erupted in chaos, the five people she had previously swallowed were nothing
compared to what she was fully capable of doing. At Monica's current size she
could swallow two dozen of them with no problem. The prospects of dying with
this fate drove the crowd absolutely mad. But all Monica did was sing a few
lines and then hum the rest of the song. Jumping over the railing of the ship
was becoming the fate of choice amongst the ship passengers, since the other
fate was too obvious and horrible. Monica licked her lips again, and spoke,
"Yes, Yes I am a Goddess, My power is ultimate, and you are all mine." "I will
enjoy you all, my tiny insignificant worshippers." Monica held one half of the
ship away from her and tilted her head forward while bringing the other half
of the ship upwards to her mouth. Her tongue extended and then she dragged it
across the surface of the deck. Dozens of people were trapped by the
approaching flesh of her tongue and captured by its moving momentum. Monica
curled her tongue and pulled them inside. She raised her head high and
relished in her power. "Hmmmm Mmmmm Hmm Hmm," Monica uttered sexy guttural
satisfaction with her dominance over these rich people. Monica was more
violent this time, and she pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
This action resulted in a burst of rich flavor in her mouth as she crushed
several unfortunates. They fought against her, but her slightest actions
pulped several people at once. With many still alive she swallowed a big gulp
and the crowd was gone, albeit a few overcoats, dresses, and pairs of pants.
Monica felt this group of doomed souls descend within herself, it was as if
she were a small universe. "Oh wow, that is awesome, you people really are
nothing to me." "High society tastes so good, truly an experience to savor."
Monica looked down at the halves of the ship, she brought them close together.
There was still many more left , and she wanted to play. Just for fun, Monica
puckered her lips and blew a gust of breath over the crowds. It was amusing to
Monica, because even this was enough to knock them off their feet. She pushed
the two halves of the ship together and pressed firmly. The ship halves rammed
together binding and intertwining because of the pressure. Then it started to
rupture. The meshing parts soon started to driving into each other. Before
Monica realized what she was doing, she had crushed 1/4 of the middle of the
ship. People where running away from the mid portion of the cruise ship
towards Monica's fingers to get away from the rising wreckage. Monica wasn't
really paying attention to what she was doing, she was daydreaming still about
swallowing all of those people. It was a rush for her. And her hands where
working almost sub-consciously. "Oh, My did almost scrunch this ship?"
exclaimed Monica. "I must be more careful with my guests. Here let me put you
down" Monica bent over and placed the ship in the water. Of course it was a
big joke since the ship had so many holes in its midsection that it
immediately started to sink. Monica could barely keep a straight face.

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

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

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

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

************************************************** ***

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

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

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

Monica stopped. She was standing amongst two crowds of people she could feel
them running in between her toes, and feel their warm fluids under her soles,
along with crushed metal and the small jagged portions of rubble. She was
growing tired of her summer dress which was constantly getting stuck on the
taller buildings as she walked by, also the skirt portion obstructed the view
of the city at her feet. The fabric was wet from her antics with the cruise
ship and the splashing as she walked in the bay. She grabbed two fist fulls of
fabric and pulled, the dress gave with some effort and tore along a jagged
edge. Monica revealed her black satin bra. She saw some remnants of the cars
she had poured into her cleavage at the suspension bridge. Monica continued
tearing and revealed her toned stomach, which was not model caliber, but was
in great shape. She tore the long length of the skirt portion allowing the
people to see more flesh then they ever could imagine. Monica was wearing
matching black satin bikini cut panties. She balled the summer dress up and
threw it into the city. It sort of unraveled and covered five blocks. Now
Monica looked down her body. The area where it landed was immobilized by a
cascade of fabric. She was really proud of her figure, and it looked amazing
good even at a height of 700'. Monica put her hands on her hips and looked
down at her feet, she was good, she was really good. She looked at her dress
and thought it looked silly draping over five blocks of low lying buildings.

"I am 100% women, ...people ....hear me roar," Monica stated in her best sexy
voice. She reached out with her foot and stepped on a fifteen story building,
the destruction was invigorating in her bare feet. She stared at the fleeing
people and nearby buildings and noticed something strange. She thought she saw
a band of men on the rooftops shooting their guns at her. She felt some little
pings on her skin, but it wasn't even an annoyance. Monica cut across three
blocks from the two streets she was standing in. Yes, they were firing at her.
A group of maybe thirty people on various rooftops where firing at her. She
felt something sting her eye, it made it blurry for a few moments, she rubbed
her eye and it was fine. Monica realized they were going for her eyes and face
now. Monica balled up her fist and slammed it into the nearest rooftop she
could reach. Not only did she instantly kill five gunmen, but she sent the
rest of the building crashing down into rubble. Monica took another step to
get better positioning. The unlucky people who happened to be by the buildings
that the gunmen had chosen were introduced to Monica's massive wrinkled sole.
She kicked the next building in the middle, the top of the building lifted off
the base and flew in the air spreading debris in a large arc. The upper
building collided into another tall one and brought it to fantastic ruin.
Monica was really pissed at these insignificant insects, she grabbed another
rooftop full of men, and simply squeezed until blood pursed through her
fingers. Her teeth clenched in anger. She put her hand on the next rooftop and
felt the gunmen shooting at her bloody palm. Monica clenched the edges of the
rooftop and slowly lowered her palm. The gunmen fired the guns until the was
no more room. Monica lowered the palm until her flesh crushed them, and then
in spite, she pushed the rest of the building over into the streets.

The fact that these tiny people where trying to terrorize her made her blood
boil. She looked at her palm and could see the peppering of tiny gunshots
imbedded only in the top layer of skin, it looked like a smattering of lead
particles from a pencil. Monica closed her fist, she had given up on trying to
understand how these people could be so stupid. She scanned the horizon and
then she saw it. "Hey that looks like fun," thought Monica looking at a
football stadium on the horizon. She doubted there was anyone in it, but she
wanted a closer look.

**************************************

Gary watched the giantess through his binoculars. It was as if the beautiful
Latina was standing knee deep in weeds and stepping on ant hills. He watched
as she lifted her foot and stamped down, only to raise her foot and stamp down
harder on the same spot. Gary was glad he was more than three miles away
pulling security duty at the Football game. He first saw the giantess when she
approached the suspension bridge out in the bay twenty minutes before. Since
then the giantess had become considerably more enraged. She was kicking over
buildings and stomping out what he guessed was crowds of people like wildfire.
A huge cloud of smoke and fine debris arose around the area she was engaging.
The game had been stopped for five minutes now, but the people at large where
kept purposely in the dark about why it had been stopped. The stadium
officials where scared to death at the prospects of Monica coming to the
stadium, but they also knew how difficult it would be to evacuate the stadium.
Gary talked to his colleges who where aghast at the sight of Monica rampaging
over three miles away. She could be seen from the knees up standing on the
cityline horizon. "Christ she is big!, Jesus mother Mary of God, if she comes
here it.... it will be a massacre" "Lets get these people out, Out now!"
claimed one of the other guards.

"If we order the evacuation because of a giant bitch no one will believe it,"
exclaimed Gary. He looked through the binoculars and saw Monica look his way
and stare towards the stadium. A smile pursed her lips and she put a hand over
her brow to get a better look at the stadium. "I think she saw us. Let's do
it, these people are going to see her soon enough as it is. Here she comes."

The other guards looked out from the pressbox security booth. "Sweet mother,
she is beautiful, but Man O' Day she is a bigger than a Godzilla. How the hell
will we ever stop her?"

"Who says we ever can!," worried Gary. "She has one hell of a mean streak by
what I have seen so far." "She got shot with a missile and only fliched!"

"Well what do we do?," said the other guard. "Pull the fire horn?"

"That is probably the best, once they get a peek at her it is going to be
bedlam in this stadium" Gary initiated the fire alarm, and then started
speaking to the crowd in a calm voice. "This is not a drill......"

************************************************** **

The terrain had changed a little, Monica made it to a few blocks where the
buildings where very large, she could see the stadium between the skyscrapers.
But since Monica was a skyscraper herself she found only slight trouble making
her way through the city streets. For some reason the city streets where more
narrow in this area and with taller buildings. Her feet barely fit in the
streets at all. She found her self scraping the sides of the buildings as she
stepped. Some of the passages where too narrow and the buildings where too
large to make it through. Monica felt slightly belittled by these monsters of
concrete and steel. But she decided to make her mark. She chose a building
that had a particularly rich architectural scheme and played with the steeples
on its roof section. She felt the glass along the sides of the building and
marveled at the great details and the work that must have been done to build
it so beautifully. The building was nearly 200 ft. taller than Monica. She
walked around the side of it, taking care to crush any people she found at its
base. Now she had taken to the game of singling out targets and following them
with her feet before wiggling her toes and crushing them deep into the roadway
or sidewalk Of course with feet as large as Monica's a considerable number of
other things ended up at the bottom of the foot print with the 'target'
pedestrian. It was all part of the game.

Monica sized the building some more, actually she was quite impressed. But the
hell with it, these people should be impressed with her, not with some
building. Monica wanted to be the only object of marvel in this city. Monica
caressed the side of the building again, and pressed her fingers into a few of
the office buildings. The tip of her pointer finger filled a grand meeting
room with ease. Monica wanted to be taller than this building so she could
smash it with her fist like a tiny ten story building, but she had to be
satisfied with her curent size. Monica thought about the wish to be even
larger, it seemed silly, but when she was already this tall, why not go all
the way?

Monica embraced the building with both arms. Her fingers where able to meet on
the other side of the building. She hugged the building and swayed slightly
almost as if she where going to dance with it. She wrestled it a little and
heard a low grinding as the upper portion of the building twisted against the
lower. The spired top of the building swayed above Monica. She pressed her
breasts into the side and moved her hips closer. She swayed back and forth
with the building, and slowly but surely it cried out against being the
dancing partner of a colossal woman. The skyscaper was earthquake proof, but
it was not designed to be wrestled with and played with, by a beautiful
vengeful goddess. Monica stopped her swaying and took a step back. She
accidentally stepped on a 7-11 store, but it felt like a cigarette box to her.
The skyscaper was no longer standing perfectly straight. Monica wanted to
avoid having the upper portion of the building fall on top of her. She reached
up and pulled at the spire at the top. It was maybe fifteen stories tall, but
quickly broke off and crumbled at the base in Monica's God-like grip. She
looked at it, and turned it over in her hand. There were some rooms in that
where built in the spire. They where probably top notch pent houses. Monica
poked holes in it, and when she was done playing with it, she bent down and
"stabbed" a parking garage. It pierced the garage all the way to the basement,
and left the spire in shambles with large cracks of ruin. Monica stepped back
to the skyscraper. She grabbed it again and hugged the great building. It
bobbed and weaved, but it also came close to toppling over on herself. So
Monica stepped back and decided to leave it for later. Anyways, she had to
attend to matters at the stadium. Monica wedged her way out of the tall
skyscaper section, and made her way to the more suburbial middle ground
between the city and the stadium on the hill. Although she wasn't too happy
about leaving the building behind, and intact. She wished again that she could
grow much larger, only if for a short time.

****************************************

Gary watched without binoculars now. He saw her wrestle one of the largest
buildings on the skyline and his heart skipped a beat as she was able to make
the huge building sway. He hoped she would keep it up, since it was buying him
some evacuation time. He looked back into the stadium, but it wasn't going too
well. The stadium was situated on a hill which didn't afford the ability to
see much above the high walls of the bleachers. The fire and evacuation sirens
seemed to be dampening the dull thunder caused by the approaching colossal
giantess's footfalls. But soon enough they would see her. "Please move as
quickly and efficiently as possible, this is not, I repeat, not a drill..."
Gary noticed some people at the top of the stadium hadn't even a chance to get
down to the next tier of stands yet. He looked back at Monica and saw she was
on the move with a big grin on her lips.

****************************************

Monica displayed her power at every chance, she approached a small commercial
center comprising of a few small shops, and two things caught her eyes, a
Sam's Club and a Walmart. Monica smiled, she walked right into the parking
lots of the adjacent super stores. She had shopped at Sam's Club before, this
particular one always seemed to have long checkout lines, ignorant service
clerks, but it was probably due to poor management. Monica was more than happy
to plant her foot in top of its roof and press down. It wasn't as great a
crush as she had hoped for, but she saw that there was still some people
inside, and more of them pouring out of the front of the store. She lifted her
other foot and planted next to the first. Together her feet almost fit inside
the walls. Monica tapped her foot up and down and studied the Walmart. Yep,
there was still quite a few idiots in that store as well. Monica took a step
and was in the Walmart parking lot. She stepped back to get down on her hands
and knees and pushed the cars out of the parking lot. She wanted to see into
this highly irritating store. She put her head to the ground to see inside, it
was hard since she was so large, and to lay down in this fashion she had to
put her feet on the small mini shopping mall across the street. One foot
rested on a Sam Goody record store, and the other on a Radio Shack. If there
had been customers in the store, before she pushed her feet into them, they
were snuffed out in a seconds time.

Monica used her pointer and index fingers, and made a walking motion over to
the front of the store. She made her fingers "step" on any people that got in
her way. Her fingers walked onto the roof of the building and pushed through
the structure. She could see her fingers inside the Walmart as she played
around. She used her fingers to wreck havoc from the front of the store to the
back and then she withdrew them. She made a fist and brought it down on the
clothing section. The clothing section was engulfed by her fist. She pounded
the electronics section. And then the food section. She knew each section so
well, from shopping there so much. She wondered if any of the cashiers
recognized her as she lay there looking into the store. It was a rush for
Monica to do this to something that had been a regular part of her life.
Monica got up and pressed the rest of Walmart under her palms pushing through
whatever sections of roofing she had missed. Then she individually pinned down
people she saw fleeing the building. Maybe some people she had known before,
but she didn't care. Monica was a Goddess now, she didn't need a Walmart.

************************************************** **

After Monica was done shopping at Walmart, she got up from the laying on the
ground position, and sat up on her knees. She looked down at her bra, and
discovered that no matter how hard she tried, she always managed to get small
objects stuck to her clothing and her bare skin. Small objects like cars,
trucks and the mangled remains of fleeing Walmart shoppers. It was impossible
to keep anything clean when your a goddess. Monica almost forgot about her new
primary objective, the football stadium. At least her distractions where fun,
but it was time to test her power again. Monica rose to her feet, and all of
suburbia wept with fear, for their precious homes lay between her and her
goal. And judging by the "Devil may care" look on Monica's face, the
real-estate value was going to plummet very quickly. Monica started walking
again.....

It was amazing how small the average house was compared to Monica's foot, when
she stood in the street, and her foot sunk into the cheap pavement. The
composite was much softer than the tarmac in the city. The people where
everywhere, she saw them scurry away from her goddess fury as fast as they
could. The sole of her enormous foot was bigger than most homes. She proved
the fact when she stepped on one of the larger two story homes at the end of
the block. Her right foot loomed high above this two story colonial for a long
instant before she brought it down. With one step she converted the two story
colonial into a two story hole in the ground. She saw how her foot caused the
trees on the sides of the street to explode as she stepped on them, sending
fragments into the sides of the houses. Large branches impacted with violent
force, wiping out front porches, windows, and ruining the Sear's home siding.
It was comical to Monica as she watched hundreds of people run from her,
looking behind themselves only to see her huge feet with bright red toenails
closing in on them. Too her it was nothing more than a walk, through a tiny
suburbia. All she felt was a mild tickling sensation on the bottom of her feet
as she stepped on the trees and rich neighborhood housing. But to the people
in the streets this was the end of the world. Monica's walking was sort of
erratic so it was hard to tell where she was going. The people couldn't tell
by looking at her face, because by the time they took to crane their necks
back to get a look at her, Monica would be almost on top of them. She was
creating a world of havoc at her feet and she didn't even care. But her
footfalls echoed like dull thunder in the world at her feet. She was not just
sticking to the road anymore, and what was stepping on whatever fell in her
path. A minute market disappeared cruelly underneath her sole. Her foot
covered every square inch of the structure and its foundation. The shop owner
was transfixed by her little jaunt through the suburbs that he didn't or
rather couldn't run away. Monica changed direction and never changed her
stride.

********************************************

Gary was near heart attack as he watched Monica approach the stadium. Being
that the stadium sat on a platou ontop of a tall hill, he only started seeing
her again after she reached the last half mile of the stadium. He had watched
on rampage in the city and watched as she descended out of view into the
suburbs, then she had disappeared for a few minutes. But now she was back, and
she was headed straight for his the stadium. As she made her way up the hill,
Gary saw more and more of the sexy colossal woman. First he saw a few tufts of
her jet black wavy hair, a second later he saw her eyebrows. Then her eyes,
thats when he felt a sharp pain in his chest, Monica's stare into the stadium
showed her intent and purpose. It was like looking into the eyes of a goddess.
Her eyes displayed her impatience and moreover her immense power. After Monica
took the next step up the hill, he could see the rest of her pretty face, and
could make out a scar of two long scratches on her cheek. Gary was not able to
take it anymore, as more and more of the giantess could be seen as she
continued walking towards the stadium. In moments he went from just being able
to see the top of her head, to being able to see her long toned calf muscles.
Then she stopped upon reaching the top of the hill, and looked down. Gary
could see the top of her ankles as she stood there. He looked over to the
other guard attendant, but he wasn't there, he had fainted to the floor.

Monica smiled because here it was, the Bayside Stadium, at her feet. Literally
thousands of fans scattered the parking lot and clogged the exit roads leading
to the city. Monica looked down at her feet, and saw she was standing amidst
the last few rows of the parking lot. Tiny popcorn sounding gun shots where
heard and the tiny bullets peppered her skin of her stomach and chest.
Evidently the security was upset to have her visit them. She would have to
make them more comfortable. "Oh did I miss the little football game?" said
Monica in her best voice of sarcasm. Just as before there was literally
nowhere Monica could step without snuffing out dozens of lives. But unlike
before, she no longer gave a damn. Monica didn't like being attacked even it
the attack was utterly insignificant. It also gave a thin reason for her to be
really cruel. Monica's lips parted in a wide devilish grin. Watching her foot
intently she picked up her right foot and swung it forward, held it there for
a moment, before bringing her goddess foot down into the crowd. "I don't even
know why they call this silly game football. They don't use their feet. I like
games that can be played with my feet. Like this one," Monica announced to the
crowd before raising her left knee nearly to her chest for the next step.
Monica's left foot crashed down like an earthquake, she had put so much force
into the step that it rocked the upper tiers of the stadium. The supports of
the stadium swayed slightly. "Now I think this is my favorite game to play
with my feet," giggled Monica. Another wave of gunfire peppered Monica, but
she didn't look around for the hiding positions of the attackers, she just
took it out on everyone else.

"It does look like I am winning this game though, ...at one point per person I
think I have three hundred points so far!," Monica looked all around at the
crowds outside the stadium as she spoke to the insignificant people. "Looks
like you people don't know how to play this game too well, let me show you
again" Monica raised her right foot to thigh level and aimed carefully before
she let loose with another monstrous crushing step. The impact was tremendous,
it sent cars and people flying whom where standing around the perimeter of
where she stepped. The stadium stands rocked uncontrollably from this step,
making it hard for the three thousand or so people still left inside to
evacuate. Laughter welled up in Monica as she was having tremendous fun.

Gary was transfixed, his face had gone pale white. His pants become soiled
since he had no control of himself while watching the giantess wreck havoc. He
had no control over his voluntary reactions like controlling his bladder,
blinking, or breathing properly. As he looked through the press box windows he
followed the Goddess's legs up and up. She was taking a step forward, raising
her foot high so that her knee touched her breasts. As she held her leg in the
position he could clearly see the detail of her panties as they hugged the
mother of all pussies. Her ankle bracelet hung loosely from the raised ankle,
and as Gary focused on it, she brought her foot down. The impact was
deafening. The stands shook and the Pressbox moved on its cheap supports.
Recording equipment fell over and tapes bounced out of their positions on the
walls. Gary stumbled to stay upright. He could hear the crowds outside, they
where decidedly upset and scared as the cruel giantess loomed threateningly
above all their heads. He could hear on the Walkie talkies the lunatic cries
of the security personnel who where shooting clip after clip of live
ammunition up at Monica with no visible effects.

"Jesus Christ, she so huge... Oh no Oh no... No don't step her... ...
No!!!!......," he heard on walkie talkie from one of the parking lot perimeter
guards just before the signal passed into the noise of radio silence.

"Keep firing guys its got to do something!" Gary heard another. He heard the
goddess talk, it sounded like organized thunder to his ears. She was talking
about Football? This was completely insane. The goddess was stepping on
hundreds of people dozens at a time, while talking about football?

Monica raised her left foot for another colossal crush, it was a fun game to
play She stepped down, only she didn't watch where she stepped, crushing a
partial row of vending booths that where selling pizza bear and soda. The
small booths obliterated underneath her thankless bare foot, causing the CO2
canisters to erupt with a violent force. The tanks containing soda erupted
under the unimaginable weight of Monica's foot. Monica spotted a particularly
tight pack of people fleeing her and decided to go for maximum points in one
step. "Just stand still people I have something for you!" Monica raised her
right foot high. She swung it forward, and in the act of transferring her
divine weight, but the saturated ground under her left foot became slick and
refused her to give her traction. Her left sole slid quickly beneath her.
Monica lost her balance and the great giantess fell forward.....

Gary was still mesmerized. He heard the giantess say something about standing
still, but he was focusing on her long legs admiring her knees as she took a
step closer to the far end of the stadium. He heard more yelling from the
master radio.. and the channel went dead again. Gary knew he was doomed, but
he just couldn't find the strength to run - unlike everyone else. Gary watched
her go for her next step when suddenly he saw her lose her balance. She
slipped and was falling forward into the stadium. Her massive arms flayed in
front of her as she sought to break her fall. One hand landed outside of the
stadium, a split second later her other hand landed in the East bleachers on
top of the evacuating crowds. Her knees collided with the South stands
crushing everyone or sending them flying through the air whom happened to be
unfortunate to be in that section. Gary watched as her body fell forward - it
was enormous! Her back arched and Gary watched as her breasts came closer and
bigger as she fell on top of his position. Gary let out a scream but in slow
motion, but all that came out was silence. Monica's breasts collided
completely with the Press box, engulfing the small structure, smothering it.
Gary fell back. He put his hands up in front of himself, but it was no use, he
couldn't stop a falling goddess's momentum. Monica's abdomen covered the North
stands before she crushed them under her toned stomach and ribcage. The entire
pressbox was engulfed by Monica's mamories. They thrust into the tiny
structure breaking it from the top of the stands, and ramming it down into the
ground with all of Monica's massive force. Gary lay crushed under her massive
nipple.

"Whoah!" said Monica as she lay there on top of the stadium. "Whoops!" Monica
laughed at herself. She moved her left hand and let her full weight crush the
stadium and people underneath herself. "Mmmmmm..... I think I won this game!
Ha Ha Ha" Monica's wicked giggle roared lavishly for a mile. She lay there on
top of the ruins face down, watching the little spectators run about in a
chaotic fashion barely two inches from her nose. She blew on them, and they
fell down in mass. Monica freed her right hand and brought it forward. She
announced, "Time for the extra point!" Watching the tiny people in front of
her gigantic nose, Monica raised her hand and brought it down on the crowd
with violent force. The ground shook with a high pitched clap of thunder,
people that had survived Monica's grand slap where easily tossed in the air to
fall haphazardly to the ground. Monica clapped the ground again over an new
group. Her hand stung from the impact because she really put some force into
it. The crowd exploded under her goddess hand, wetting her skin with their
life fluids. Monica giggled more, the crowd was at wit's end, everyone
watching her every move. They fled from her and ran into each other but
Monica's hand returned again, violently crushing them fifteen or so at a time.
The worst part was that this giant woman was having fun and exterminating them
without a second thought. She made them feel like what they really were to
her.... tiny bugs.

Monica was done when she had smashed everyone with in reach, and then she rose
to her knees and brushed her self off. She was getting quite dirty, and all of
the debris was making her skin itchy. But she was having fun, even more so now
that she let herself go. She was enjoying her size. It was fun to play God, or
rather Goddess. She looked at her hands which were stained red as if she had
been picking strawberries all day. "Ick" said Monica. "You insects don't
squish too nice," she quoted as a smile pursed her lips. Since she was already
soiled she didn't see the harm in playing some more. The ground shook again as
she smacked the fleeing crowds with her palm. The pavement was slightly
indented in the shape of her hand by the impact, but more so the area was
outlined in red . Monica wanted to wipe her hands off so she rose to her full
height and stepped out into the parking lot. She wiped her hands on a grassy
knoll on the side of the hill, leaving grotesque red stains. Her hands were
reasonably clean, but her rest of her wasn't. She looked at her breasts and
her stomach and saw that she was a complete mess. She would have to go swim in
the ocean to clean all of this off. As she scanned the horizon in the
direction to the bay, she spotted a gleen of sunlight reflecting off an object
in the air. The object was flying too fast to be a Helicopter, but seemed to
small to be a commercial jet. Monica frowned, it was a fighter jet, the
military must be after her now. She watched the jet disappear by the some
buildings and it didn't emerge on the other side. She gathered it must be one
of the those special jets that could land anywhere. Monica clenched her teeth,
and her fists. She would swat those fighters down like the knats that they
where. Monica felt her anger return in force. She cocked her head back to flow
her long precious mane of black hair off of her shoulders. She glared at the
buildings where she saw the jet disappear. She would fucking annihilate the
whole area if she had to. Her breathing was deep. Her breasts pushed against
her black lace bra. Monica felt the material if was slightly wet from the
people she had fallen on. She was a woman damn it. No... she was a Goddess.
She was a Goddess with beautiful breasts, and she thought she could be even
more intimidating without a bra. So, with one quick motion, she broke pulled
the clasp and flung the lace bra away. Her supple breasts bobbed from the
quick motion. She caressed herself like a lover while staring at the fated set
of buildings where she knew they were waiting for her. Monica started walking
towards the building, she walked down the steep slope of the hill, and again
entered the suburbia. Her stare was never broken. She became anxious and
excited at the same time. Her fate was about to be decided. Monica wanted to
stay like this. She didn't want to be captured and tested by these tiny
ignorant beings like some freak of nature. She wanted to dominate. She wanted
to study them. Study their crushed remains under her feet. With this thought
Monica started running back to the city. Her feet quaked the ground as she
strode, her breasts heaved, her thoughts were full of rage and ... confidence.

************************************************** ********

If there was one thing to be said about the army it was that they could
position and ready themselves quickly. Many had been dispatched nearly two
hours ago, and the only debriefing they where given was a scratchy live radio
cast that had been airing throughout most of Monica's rampage. It was all they
needed. It sounded like this monstrous woman was creating a hell on earth.
Taking what she wanted, and generally trouncing human kind at will. Many of
them couldn't believe it and couldn't imagine what she would look like in
person. They had been told that short range fire had little or no effect and
where therefore issued as much long range weaponware as possible. They where
ready for any war imaginable, but most could not focus on attacking what had
been described as a colossal woman. What exactly was colossal? It was hard to
imagine.

Once clearing the cloud cover above the city on the approach to the airport,
they looked out of the windows, but could not see any monster. At the time
Monica was having fun with a Walmart, and her laying position hid her
underneath the city skyline. They entered the city while listening to the
updates on the radio. There was a sportscaster covering the football game, who
was going berserk as he watched Monica approached the stadium. Her thunderous
footfalls emanating terrifyingly through the radio speakers. As she walked it
was deafening, and the receiver was overcome with feedback with each step she
took. "Jesus Christ, what is going on here?," said one of the recruits sitting
in the back of the transport truck.

"Nothing a little Napalm Flamee' couldn't take care of buddy," said one of his
friends. "This bitch is coming down the hard way. You know what they always
say boys, the bigger they are the harder they fall." "I hope the flyboys don't
take her out first, before I can set my sights," the recruit added while
aiming his "air" bazooka, and pretending to take a shot.

"Quit frothing at the mouth you sissies. I want you menstruating pansy waists
to shut the hell up so I can hear the goddam radio," barked the sergeant.

Soon they approached the edge of the city. And saw the first evidence of her
power. Two buildings that marked the entrance to the city lay in rubble before
them. Then they came upon her footprints. It was too hard to imagine that a
woman could cause so much destruction, but they where hearing live reports
over the radio, this was real. "All right you assholes, quit gawking and lets
move out" The infantry entered the city, most where amazed by the wake of
destruction, the best ones, the hardened vets remained steely and cold to what
they where seeing. To the few, this was just another shake and bake mission.
In ten minutes they where set up, behind buildings on rooftops, in windows,
and in tanks. They waited for the target to arrive. They waited for Monica.

**************************************************

The ground erupted as Monica ran, her feet drove deep into the soft suburban
earth burying houses with utter ease. Her footprints where the far more deep
than when she only walked, and Monica sometimes had to stop, because her foot
was had sunk too deep in the soft earth. But she didn't hesitate for too long.
She was a big woman on a mission. Nothing could stop her. Monica reached the
first scraggly outskirts of the city. The bay lay to her right, and the city
proper lay directly ahead. She had started her venture on the opposite side of
the city, and now she found herself in new territory. The buildings where
small here, most not reaching past her calve muscles. There was less people as
well , but they still fled from her, they just didn't clog the street with
their massive numbers as they had in the other part of the city. No matter,
she trod upon them just the same, with not a care in the world, and no
meaningful expression on her face. Block after block she strode. She saw some
interesting things that caught her eye such as a courthouse with a gold roof,
but this she would reserved until later. Monica had more pressing matters that
needed her attention.

Monica was eight blocks away when she first saw the tiny tanks, sitting
motionlessly amongst the destruction she had caused earlier. Monica stopped
and in anger she grabbed a five story department store, lifting it from its
rooted foundation, and crushed it easily in her hands. She walked closer, she
could see more tanks, they littered the streets. She was almost upon them. One
of the tank's turret was moving to capture her in its sights. Monica stopped.
She could sense the moment of tension. She saw at least ten more tanks in the
street in front of her and she assumed that many more aligned the adjacent
streets as well. Monica decided to attack quickly. She ran forward with two
mighty steps and jumped towards the first tank. The tank could not reposition
in enough time as she flew in the air towards it. Monica landed on the small
tank with both feet, and created a large crater in the tiny roadway. The
impact caused a rather thin building to fall into the street, collapsing on
two more tanks. Then as if on impulse, the army opened fire on Monica.

The first wave of fire where laughable as she felt a slight tingling sensation
on her skin as the showered her in gunfire. Then the missiles came. Monica saw
the first one launch from a tank battery and tried to bat the small missile
away, but it exploded on impact with her palm, and she felt its intense heat.
Monica screamed in pain and lashed out with her other fist, punching through a
skyscraper, sending three stories flying through the air. Monica looked back
and another missile fired, she was able to step out of the way, but she got
nailed by another one from tank on her left. Monica become a mountain of rage,
her hair flew about her as she scanned for more of the enemy. She toppled a
tall infrastructure into the street and managed to bury three tanks. She
looked to her left and saw six tanks moving away from her, but their turrets
still glared at her menacingly. She followed after them. She caught up with
the trailing tank and ground it to scrap under her bare foot. She stepped for
the next one and felt more fire on her back. She then felt as if she had been
punched in the lower back, as a concussion missile impacted into her. She
grabbed the spot and spun around to get a look. There where fighter planes
circling her. She saw that they where flying above her and sweeping down for
attacks. She saw one come at her and made a swipe at it. She hit it with the
tips of her fingers and sent it spinning downwards from the sky. The plane
erupted into a ball of fire as it collided into the street. With her back
turned, one of the tanks she had pursued, fired at her and struck her in the
thigh with a heavy shell. Monica screamed in agony as the small shell entered
her leg. It burned and blistered her leg tissue, and Monica clenched her teeth
in anger. She ran forward and obliterated many annoying tanks in front of her,
the tank crews never had a chance to scream as her enormous foot crushed the
living shit out of the tin cans that they rode in. She turned to the right,
and gasped. She saw them over the rooftops, hundreds of them, more deadly tiny
tanks. They were encroached and positioned in the area where Monica had
originally grown. She would have to deal with them in a minute, but first the
jets. Still, the tiny pests flew out of range of her huge grasping fingers.
She ran at their grouping. The earth crumbled viciously with each of her
goddess strides. Monica jumped in the air at some jets, her hands
outstretched, back arched, and teeth clenched in steely anger. She screamed as
she ascended towards them in slow motion. She was too fast for them and she
struck two fighters with her left hand and instinctively clenched her enormous
fist over them. Another fighter was hit by Monica's right hand, and flew apart
into three distinct pieces which were sent flying at crazy angles through the
he sky. Monica landed from her leap on top of a crowded stretch of townhouses
and small apartment buildings. Her feet pushed deep into the ground as she
slid through row after row of buildings as she sought to regain control over
her momentum. Monica gave no head to the buildings her feet plowed through,
she turned and planted her feet, her arms raised in a fly swatting stance, and
her lovely hair in her face. She felt no pain as the small gunfire from the
jets laced her torso and breasts. Monica was caged like a wild animal by the
circling jets, and so she fought accordingly. The main body of fighters
increased their attitude in light of the ease of which Monica could reach up
and swat them out of the sky. This gave them less chance of landing a missile
on the colossal woman, since she moved out of the way so quickly, but modern
technology, with its heat seeking, and multiple target tracking accuracy gave
them the advantage. They unloaded their bays upon the female monster in
defense of humanity.

Monica showed signs of fatigue. Dull throbbing pulsed her muscles as the
missiles bit her by the score. They marked her body with small round welts and
bruises. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, not in fear, but in anger
- utter rage. Her voice thrashed windows of buildings and vehicles parked on
the streets below her. Her screams tore the nerves of the ground militia, and
the battery crews in their tanks. Monica's size and beauty was truly awesome
as she became further enraged. Her attacks on the airforce had lead her away
from the main tank congregation, and therefore a flank of armored beetle-like
tanks headed out into the streets in bold pursuit of the Goddess.

Monica surmised the situation while being pelted by the tiny missiles that
struck her skin like vicious needles. She decided to turn the tables, it would
take most of her energy to swat the rest of the attack jets, since she could
only manage to rid of a few at a time by leaping into the air at them. She
decided to take on the mass of tanks she had spied earlier. Evil thoughts
filled her mind, and she stood up proudly from her crouching position. She ran
back towards the cratered area where she had originally grown, and where she
knew the main body of tanks had been. To her surprise there here quite of few
brave tanks rolling towards her in the street at her feet. Funny they decided
to follow her. She gave them the warmest of greetings as she ground the pesky
armored bugs into the ground beneath her awesome feet, pulverizing them with a
mountain of weight. The jets still pelted her with stinging projectiles, but
Monica no longer cared. It was small price to pay, compared to the
satisfaction she would have in crushing the hundreds of tanks waiting for her
just a few blocks away. And at her size, just a few paces away. She saw them,
an array of turrets greeted her as if in silent salute. At first she thought
they were too many to handle. She saw tanks in the side streets and row upon
row of them lining the larger streets. Monica didn't hesitate, she seized the
moment.

With a fluid blur of motion, Monica leaned forward, turned in on her right
side, hunkered down, and launched herself forward at the main congregation of
tanks as if she had broken out of a pair of starting blocks. She exploded
forward with her massive pumping long legs, the sight of which would drive
even the most stern breast lover bug-eyed. Her great calves supplied the
pounding force that drove her forward and provided a massive downward surge of
momentum through her ankles and feet into the soft imperfect ground below. She
exploded through a high-rise, her right foot passing through the lower fifteen
floors, with her toned tight tanned calve finishing the building off a
split-second later. A large portion of the upper tower was sent high into the
air before flying into ten thousand pieces upon colliding with Monica's bikini
bound pussy. She was on them. She could almost hear hundreds of voices from
inside the armored bugs below her screaming "Oh Shit" in unison, as her
massive form floated in the air above them; the goddess's massive sole
descending quickly, leaving no chance to do anything but scream. Monica's
first step into the crowd of tanks was thrilling, but she didn't break stride,
and followed up with her massive left foot. She was so fast that by time she
took her third murderous stride, the tanks that survived the first step where
just managing to fire off the first round of artillery at a mountain of woman
who was no longer in their sights. Monica took two more pounding thunder
strides before sliding to a halt, and in the process compacting two rows of
apartment houses into the space occupied by one. She turned quickly her eyes
to her feet, tracking targets to decimate beneath her dirty unforgiving soles.
She found them, she found a lot. Hundreds of soldiers flooded the streets,
abandoning their attempts of defeating a living Goddess. She watched them run
from her. By themselves these tiny insect sized soldiers were of no threat to
Monica. But they had made the great mistake of trying to attack her. Monica
laughed to herself at their dire stupidity. Defenseless or not, these army
boys were going to pay. Monica frowned and quickly trod upon a street length
of tanks and soldiers, as if the tanks where mere anthills, and the soldiers
mere ants. They screamed in mass as her feet crushed their lives in scores,
but Monica was relentless. She only grunted primitively with every other mass
murdering stride she took, it was a voice suitable for her rage upon this
insipid race of arrogant men. She didn't spend time relishing her rampage as
before, her only intent was to rid herself of this ground born threat and
drive fear into the hearts of millions. If they attacked her in the air she
would take thousands on the ground. She didn't even give a instant of thought
of the hundred score of soldier's lives she would have to mash in order to do
so. They were nothing and where utterly foolish in trying to stop her. She was
a Goddess. Mankind didn't not rule anymore, the colossal woman by the name of
Monica did, and she was through putting up with this shit. Monica made it back
to the main body of tanks and started finishing off what was left of her first
attack. Her leg muscles bulged as she put maximum force into her steps. Tanks
and men, flew into the air when her foot collided with the now misshapen
ground.

Though she had already crushed two hundred tanks, more await her. And seeing
what an opportunity a moments hesitation provided Monica, the tank crews
didn't wait for the chance to get the perfect shot. They swung their sights
until they saw her soft tanned skin and squeezed the trigger. Tons of
munitions flew towards Monica and impacted into her tens of hundreds of tons
frame, making her scream in agony. Unfortunately, the attack drew unwanted
attention to the ambushing tank battalions, attention that was marked in blood
through the eyes of the Goddess Monica. As she approached them with
incomprehensible swiftness, they soon realized that one shot was probably all
they were going to get. At least, in this lifetime. Undaunted the attack waged
on. Humanity pitted itself against a colossal oppressor in the fight for its
freedom, and more aptly, its survival.

The fighter squads regrouped, with new vigor in their spirits. They had
depleted most of their weaponry against Monica, but soon fresh fighters would
join their ranks. Waves of attackers could be seen as dozens of tiny dots on
the horizon. Far away the strategist crews formulated new schemes for
attacking the Colossal woman. She did seem to be weakening greatly from their
prolonged attack. They might yet win. Over the air-command radio, "O.K. boys,
she is wiping the fuck out of our ground forces, lets show her how the
airforce lays down the law. Lets rain down on her men. Her quaint little party
shall soon be over..... Fly high and lay 'em low..... spread out.. ..and pull
the numbers... this is command..... out."

The airborne reinforcements arrived quickly. Monica looked up for a second
before stepping down on a throng of running men. She gasped, and stopped her
pursuit. They where coming, too many fighters to handle. Monica felt her edge
sliding away from her. They were flying too high. Much too high for her to go.
She could run! But, she was realistic with herself. She would have to face
them now. She would face them here, in the middle of her city, the place where
she once called home. These would only be the first, if she could defeat them
there would soon be more. She looked down at her body, it was littered with
small acute cuts, bruises,and powder burns. She bled slightly from some of the
larger wounds. It made her sad, her spirit slowly ebbed. The planes above her
didn't attack, it seemed they where waiting for the others to arrive. And soon
they would. Her body ached as the adrenaline was replaced with a throbbing
pain in her muscles. Minutes passed, and she didn't move. No one dared attack
her from the ground in fear of drawing attention, and death to themselves. A
wide research building crumbled around Monica's foot, its main infrastructure
demolish from where she had stepped into it. She closed her eyes searching for
an answer. Nothing came too her....... not at first. Then she was
floating..... as a familiar dream unraveled in her thoughts.

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The world had become green, it lacked definition of any sort. Then a few
moments later, their was a mild split, and now the world was green and blue -
two halves of a strange universe. Soft shades of white formed in the pool of
blue. The blue stretched everywhere above her, and the green everywhere below.
The world focused a bit. Splotches of brown appeared on the green half and it
seemed as if she was floating above them, almost flying past and over them.
Focusing more, she recognized the white puffs as they swam in the sea of
blue.... they where clouds. The blue must be the sky... and the green the
land. The more she realized and recognized, the more focused her view of this
strange but familiar land became. The brown was mixed with small blotches of
dark green which she recognized as forests. Soon the ground was moving quickly
beneath her - racing by as she flew over it. Now more detail was added, she
was thousands of feet above the land, the clouds greeted her overhead. She
flew through some low lying cloud tufts as if they where mist, and a brisk
breeze blew her hair back.

She could make out tiny things on the ground now. She could see specks of
brown and white, and tiny threads of gray that where etched to and fro in the
landscape, connecting the groupings of tiny white objects and mounds of gray
things that reflected shards of sunlight into Monica's sensitive brown eyes.
Now the infrastructures of the land became known to her as she recognized the
tiny formations of civilization. Monica flew higher and arched her back,
turning and rolling through the cloud garnered sky. She relaxed and let go -
flying faster and faster. Diving deep towards the land and pulling back,
swinging gracefully, as she flung her self acrobatically through the sky
realm. She flew faster and faster, becoming dizzy as she gazed wide eyed at
the tiny cities, and villages below her. The detail had become impossiblely
sharp, now she could see everything, roads cars, houses, buildings....
everything. She flew faster, amazed at her wonderful ability. Flying faster
still, she began to view a small field of life around herself. A thin veil of
blue that covered her skin, and diverted the cold and the wind. She felt its
protection wrap around herself, it was warm and comforting. The blue field
could be seen surrounding every strand of hair on her head. It was amazing, it
gave a taste of strength that she could relish. She felt the first hints of
invincibility as she flew above the tiny lands. Then it occurred to her, what
if the people on the land could see her flying high above their land. What
must they be thinking? She wondered if the where in awe.... she wondered what
would happen if she flew down to meet them... Hmmmm..... she
wondered..............

**************************************************

Meanwhile in reality, things where quite a bit different. The land was not
calm, if fact the inhabitants of a once peaceful city where at war with an
unnatural force. They fought hard, but where always overcome. And, each time
they saw the gleaming hope of victory, it was whisked away quickly by the
enemy. Millions stood aghast at the latest bit of trickery that the enemy had
crafted. It seemed definite now, that their efforts and sacrifices where in
vain. The enemy was too strong to overcome in its present form. The enemy was
no army of evil, no legion of hatred, no militia of bloody mercenaries, it was
a being. It was ultimate and awesome. The being was a woman, with the power to
conquer a thousand armies with ease. The woman was a giantess. The giantess
was colossal in stature. Her foreboding omnipresence and beauty likened her to
a goddess. Her lust for power made her one. She was Monica, one woman who had
to power to change the world through brute force. And now after harnessing the
full potential of her power, she had the means to destroy it. The goddess
stood high and statuesque above millions of worried souls. She was motionless,
her eyes where closed. A blue field surrounded her essence and slowly it ebbed
away disappearing into the unknown. The goddess Monica traveled back into the
realm of reality. She grasped her consciousness, and her lungs gasped a deep
breath of air, as she emerged from the deep pool of thought. Slowly.....
Monica opened her eyes.

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It was fantastic, when Monica opened her eyes, she only saw the dream. She saw
the blue sky populated by strands of fluffy clouds, and the green horizon of
the earth. She was not flying, she was standing. Monica's eyes opened wide
with recognition. Her mouth formed a devilish grin. Monica gazed
downwards..... and then she saw. She was thousands of feet tall. Her body
gleamed in the sunlight, a tanned statuesque goddess. She looked down at her
feet. And she saw it - the city. Dwarfed impossibly by her feet. Her beautiful
ankles soared high above the tallest skyscraper. Her ankle bracelet hung
triumphantly and reflected gold specks of light onto the roofs of buildings
and into the dim shade of the city streets. Monica was happy. Monica was
ecstatic. But now she felt more aroused than ever.

Monica's vaginal muscles contracted and her breasts quickly became firm as she
looked down at her miniature city. She found it impossible to believe that her
right foot covered two city blocks of sprawling urban landscape. She became
wet at the first luscious thoughts of what millions of onlookers must be
thinking as they look up at her now. She wondered how many hundreds of tiny
mite sized people she must have crushed under her feet as she grew to this
amazing height. Then how many more she could crush with just one step. Monica
breathed deep, she took a long wisp of city air, held it in for a moment, and
then exhaled in triumph. Monica could see dozens of miles now. Everything
looked so close to her. Just a few scant steps and she could be anywhere she
pleased. Monica thought about the possibilities. She felt a prickling on her
thighs. Monica gazed down to see what it was.

There they where... dozens of planes flying about her legs and hips trying
their collective best to attack her. She saw the intense light of small bombs
exploding on contact with her skin. But other than a small prickle, one step
beyond a tickle, she felt nothing. Monica let out a laugh. They where so
menacing before, but now they where utterly pathetic. She swatted with her
hand and captured maybe fifteen jets, with a back hand she sent dozens more
spiraling through the air or exploding on contact with her unimaginably large
hand. This was more like it. Let them try to stop her now. They would only
serve to amuse her. At this moment Monica was the most powerful force on
earth. She brimmed with potential. Well if the jets where so inconsequential
to her now, what could be said of the tanks? Monica looked for the tanks.
Monica guessed that right now she must be standing atop the main contingency
of the tank armada. But, bending down a bit with her knees to allow herself a
close look, revealed that there where maybe thirty or so left. They slowly
moved away from the perimeter of her foot at a seemingly snail's pace. With a
voice that shattered glass for blocks in the city below her, Monica asked,
"Where do you think you army boys are going? What is the matter can't put up a
fight anymore? Don't want to anger the big girl? Are you afraid I might get
angry?" Monica's voice became sarcastic, "Weeellll, I would be more afraid
that I might forget that you are even down there at my mighty feet. I might
forget you even exist. I might just take a step forward with my..... Right ...
Foot" As she spoke this Monica rose to her full height and with her long
tanned fingers wrapped around her hips, she lifted her enormous right foot
above the surviving tank force. For a long moment she held it there. The sheer
immensity of her sole was enough to shade the area beneath her foot to an
almost pitch black night. Then as millions watched in uneasy tension, Monica
spoke again, "And place my pretty foot down like this" Monica's right foot
descended uninhibited to the ground below. It impacted with tall office
buildings and apartment houses alike and broke them all in a like fashion.
Their structures could not restrain her impending weight for not even a half
second. The force of her weight shattered the tiny structures from the top
down. Her foot descended in slow motion to ground level. A unanimous shout was
raised amongst the doomed soldiers and city dwellers alike. But it was thin
and unheard, and more significantly, uncared for by the ears of the Goddess.
She crushed them all in one step. Thirty tanks, scores of buildings, and two
hundred or so civilian lives vanished under the truly colossal sole of
Monica's right foot. The impact drove the ground into a frenzy, sending dull
tremors branching for a half dozen city blocks, shaking the streets and
fissuring the weaker portions of the roadways. And thus, Monica received her
revenge against the attackers. Her mighty foot buried them in a deep grave
amongst the rubble of once proud buildings.

Monica smiled. This was good. She felt them all under her foot. She felt
hundreds of things tickle the bottom of her sole. And the thought that what
was tickling her where actual crushed buildings, armored tanks, and unlucky
citizens made her feel superior. She looked down into the city and paid
attention to the action in the streets. Everywhere she looked she saw tiny
dots scurrying. These were tiny people, but to her they where the smallest of
insects - mere mites. There was no longer any connection between herself and
them. Sure she had once lived among them, but that was before she inherited
the power of a God. Now they ran from her. Now they all feared her. Her mighty
existence and infinite power drove them crazy with hysteria. She was
unstoppable and unpredictable. She had almost been defeated before, but now,
she could do anything she wanted utterly without consequence. If she wanted
to, she could level the city in a matter of minutes. She could easily smash
every building, street, bridge, car, truck, and person under her feet with
ease. And right now she didn't have a care or a concern in the whole wide
world. She was the ruler of this city, and who knows maybe the county; nothing
could stop her playful acts and surely never quell her rage. Certainly not at
this size. She could probably rule the country, she could still feel the power
inside herself. Monica new she could grow again if she wanted. She just needed
to concentrate. And if she could harness this power... she could even rule the
world - the whole entire world. Monica thought of it. Her eyes glazed over as
she stared at the thousands of scurrying people in the streets before her. In
this city, and in its neighboring outskirts lived tens of thousands of people,
but the county was home of more than a million. Monica looked around her, she
could see perhaps the entire county, almost as it looked laying on a piece of
paper in front of her. A million people, watching her right now, fearing her
movements. Hundreds of thousands of men, becoming unraveled by her
unquestionable beauty. And like-wise just as many women, if not more, wishing
they could be in her place. Wishing they could be Monica, to be a colossal
woman, to follow their every whim, and control, yes... control, everyone.
Monica felt their gaze upon herself. She thought of thousands of men, enough
to completely fill five football stadiums, watching her. She felt them, they
feared her but they where entranced by her. Monica became warm with the
thoughts and her fingers wandered to the thin waist band of her panties, which
had long before become wet from her power lust. She pulled and the fabric
complied, stretching, and then tearing apart, loosening from her body. The
black panties fell to the city below, just in front of her feet. Their
ingrained aroma of giantess lust filled the air about them.

Monica stood proud in the waning sunlight, she was a goddess in the very
essence. Her body the art of beauty. Her fertile womanhood was displayed
knowingly for all onlookers to view in awe. Monica arched her back gracefully
letting her breasts follow the nature of gravity, rolling slightly to her
sides. With her arms raised slightly in the air, Monica spoke to the heavens,
she spoke to the world, "I... AM.... Colossal. I ..... AM.... FREE.... Of..
ALL..... Restraint. I... AM... WOMAN.... A... Great.. GODDESS." Monica lowered
her hands and leaned forward from her arching position. She thrust her massive
breasts forward, "LOVE... ME!... HATE.... ME!" Monica lowered her eyes back to
the ground, back to the city before her, " BUT... MOST... IMPORTANTLY....
.....FEAR.. ME!!" With this Monica raised her goddess left foot and stepped
into the city in front of her. Hundreds of awestruck people vanished all at
once beneath her foot. She took another step, the dust and the rubble rose
high as her foot left a deep footprint, leaving nothing recognizable behind in
her wrath. As Monica walked, the rosy sunset sky bathed Monica's golden skin
in a reddish hue. Monica listened to the unrelenting chaos in the streets
beneath her. But with every terrible step, she silenced and muffled their
screams of terror and agony.

Monica took seven more steps before she came to something that interested her
very much. There it stood between her feet, cowering beneath her, praying to
be unnoticed by the colossal woman. A skyscraper, slightly at a tilt, with its
top spire pulled off and driven into a parking garage a block away. Monica
smiled and let out a laughter. "There you are my precious toy" Monica admired
how insignificant this once superior skyscraper compared to the wrinkled
instep of her left foot. Monica dared not move in fear of collapsing the
building from the tremors of her walking. Carefully she lowered herself down,
and noticed that if the spire had remained intact it might have reached past
her ankle bracelet. Be it as it may, her bracelet hung triumphant above all.
Monica considered pleasuring herself with this erect structure, but soon
dismissed the thought... she was never one for dildos. She grasped it at the
base and twisted it from its steel reinforced foundation. The superstructure
moaned with disapproval of having its metallic hybrid roots removed, but it
could not fight Monica's nearly infinite strength. Monica had to see this
thing closer. It was too good, too small, to be true. She brought it in front
of her lovely face to pour over its fine detail and judge its craftsmanship.
Most of the windows where cracked and broken, from either her previous efforts
with the structure or more likely from her current toyings. Cracks emanated
the four faces of the building, ruining the very purpose of this architechtual
perfection. Four hundred men toiled for over a year to construct this
statement of man's superiority over disorder. And now it was held in the soft
clutch of a colossal woman's hand - Monica's hand. The detail of the artistry
was impossible, but impressive. With the slightest of movements, it swayed and
crumbled slowly. Fragments broke loose and fell in a spiraling freefall to the
ground more than 1000 feet below. Monica began to squeeze and the degradation
increased two fold. The meaning became lost as the structure unraveled. The
building was no longer awe inspiring, as it quickly became a skeleton of its
former self. Monica lost her interest and came to her senses. She closed her
hand and made a fist. The building fell apart and crushed in the great
pressure of her grip, and thousands of sections of concrete and interior
rubbish rained from between her fingers. All that remained was small twisted
threads of steel coupled to sparatic portions of concrete. No longer a vision
of Man's power, it was now merely a representation of Monica's power.. over
mankind.

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Darkness arrived and it brought the warm night air. But, the moon smiled upon
the earth with a full face. It illuminated Monica majestically. It's gray
moonbeam's gave soft light to the situation. Monica loomed forbodingly above
the city streets. The tiny people looked up into the night sky only to see
Monica filling the vision. They followed their eyes up the side of a building,
up the numerous stories, up past the penthouse, to the roof. Only to become
aghast when they saw, meeting the roofline, the soft raise of the anklebone of
a woman's foot. The eyes soared upward following Monica's smooth leg - its
girth distorted by perspective. And then upward higher and higher, up Monica's
leg past her knee, her tight muscular thigh, to her hips, and then craning
their necks backward to look behind their positions, they saw Monica's
powerful womanhood. And then further upwards and backwards, somewhere
impossibly high above them were mountains of Monica's breasts. She was looking
down at them from between her breasts.

Stopping her leisurely journey to enjoy a long look down at the city dwellers
at her beautiful feet. She stood there for some time, watching hundreds of
tiny specs of color swarm around upon the small roadways. This crowd was going
crazy because they knew that they where being watched by the colossal Monica.
They knew she was judging their now pathetic little lives. Monica leaned
forward to afford herself a full view of the teaming thousands. She was their
God now, she decided their fate. If she wanted she could step on perhaps a
hundred with one foot, and it would be of no consequence to herself. The power
had kept her aroused for many hours, and as she leaned over to observe the
tiny mites careening into each other in vain effort to avoid her unavoidable
wrath, her generous breasts hung very close to her chest, her nipples pointed
slightly downward as if to mock the crowds of people. Monica liked this size
very much. Although she had enjoyed the individual feel of stepping into a
crowd when she was at the "smaller" size. But there was something to be said
about brushing over skyscrapers with the instep of her foot. So now their
lives hung in the balance as Monica stared down at them. Thousands of faces
beamed upwards at her.

Monica wanted to try something new. She was growing tired of this small city,
and this played into her decision to get a little closer to her fans. Monica
crouched down slowly and sat on her heels. She immediately heard the crowds go
insane as their Goddess sky rushed down towards them. They knew what they
where in for....

Monica reached down into the streets with her enormous hands. Her left hand
was too wide to fit into the city streets, her thumb collided with the roof of
a five story middle class department store. But its once well designed sturdy
architecture did little but indent her thumb a tiny bit as she pressed down
and through the five insignificant floors in half a seconds time. Her palm met
the ground and shoved. It gave, and she impressed it with deep grooves in the
shapes of her fingers. Even her long red fingernails pressed deep into the
earth, crushing everything on the surface into an oblivion. She even pressed a
dump truck ten feet through the street bed into the relatively soft earth. She
didn't even break a nail. Monica's right hand descended ominously over the
heads of almost one hundred and fifty doomed people, she watched intently
through the gaps in her fingers as they stared up at her in terror. She
watched her fingers slide down over the crowds and watched the ground swell in
between. Dozens of people were fortunate not to land underneath her palm, and
tried in vain to rise up between her fingers. It almost worked until she made
the sport of moving her fingers together. Monica raised her ass into the air,
and came forward to rest on her knees. She stood there on all fours for a few
moments, absorbing the riot that was taking place below her body. In the dim
shadows of the night, Monica could see the movement of thousands of people,
impossibly small, colliding, tripping, and falling to get out from underneath
Monica's body. They all knew what was coming next.

Monica exclaimed, "Here I come!" and slid on her hands forward. City blocks
erupted as her hands pushed through whole rows of apartment buildings like
land born tsunami. Her five story fingers moved forward in a blur, laying
waste to everything. Neighborhoods got caught in the flesh between her
fingers. And slowly as she plowed on with her hands, her body slid forward and
downward. Monica stretched further and further, until her hands where too far
in front of her shoulders to hold her weight. Monica's colossal body fell
playfully into the downtown. Her breasts crumbled mighty fifteen story
buildings, one of them a regional Coca-Cola headquarters complete with its
giant red and white lettered light-bulb billboard. The buildings exploded from
the roofs to the ground under the soft full weight of Monica's colossal boobs.
Upon reaching the ground the mass of Monica's bosoms spread outward toppling
everything with just a slight touch. Then her rib cage and stomach touched the
once majestic city scape.

One young man stopped running amongst the rest of the idiots and assholes who
where about to personally touch a real life goddess. As he did so, he his hit
in the small of the back by a pale white woman running blindly forward - her
face was streaming with tears. They rolled together to the ground and clamored
for each other as they felt the insurmountable tension build. Monica's stomach
filled the sky above the skyscraper rooftops. Her skin was lit with the soft
dim glow of the city, a lone searchlight illuminated her belly button with its
tiny beam. The awed twosome lay in the streets not able to run, not able to
move, not able to get up. They lay there awestruck watching the great colossal
plane of Monica's stomach encroach on their rooftops tens of stories above the
streets. Terrible crashing could be heard from a half dozen or so blocks down
the road as Monica's breasts pushed their mighty way into the city
skyscrapers. As this sound wafted to their ears they saw the first pinnacle
break of the top of one of the skyscrapers above them. It was barely rigid
enough to even indent Monica's skin, before it gave up and broke free of its
firm foundation. The three story pinnacle, similar to the spire that Monica
had decimated hours before, toppled end over end in slow motion as it fell the
sixty stories to the ground. It impacted the city streets a block away,
crushing many people beneath its plummeting cement weight. But the noise of
the impact was deadened by the ungodly noise of panic and chaos that clamored
the streets. As they watched, Monica's firm stomach touched the main body of
three skyscrapers above them, all at once. The buildings held for a few
moments, but there was visible tension building up as Monica's skin became
indented slightly. But soon the Monica won over, and the tops of the buildings
swayed forward with her massive momentum, until the supports could not hold
the odd balance coupled with their shifted centers of gravity. As the twosome
cried out, in silent sentiment, great pieces of the building became dislodged
and free to tumble down into the streets below - onto hundreds of people. They
saw the skyscrapers snap at their midsections through the downpour of brick,
plaster, and concrete. The end came swiftly.

The ecstasy of ultimate power washed over Moncia, she could not take it
anymore and released. She cried out in a flame of passion heard by millions of
people for miles around. She rested her body in the city. Great, broken, still
crumbling remnants of skyscrapers and shopping towers, poked and tickled her
sides and her sensitive breasts. Her clitoris rubbed roughly against the
crushed streets and people below, and added to her enjoyment. She looked down
at the city, which was now much closer to her field of vision, and pushed her
hips forward into the ground in order to rub her clitoris more. Beneath her
great eyes the world ran, and pushed, pulled and screamed. She could easily
make out individual people looking up at her, or running away at their peak
ability. Each little mite/person was an individual with a life and history,
and here she lay a colossal goddess, more than a thousand times as big as any
of them.

Monica pursed her lips and blew a strong puff of her hot breath down in the
streets below. Entire blocks of people were blown off balance. Some tumbled
head over heels as they were caught entirely off guard by Monica's hurricane
breath. She made a stronger puff and watched cars move. Some people became
momentarily air-borne above the rest. Monica rubbed her clit into the
crumbling city again. A wave of ecstasy flowed through her body. She reacted
by arching her back and kicking her right leg up and down. When her leg
relanded, fifteen modestly sized buildings wrenched off of their foundations
in unision, twisting into a ravage of ruin. Thousands of people pushed and
fought each other in an effort to get away from Monica's colossal body.
Hundreds of people merely fought their way out of the great thick tangles of
Monica's hair as it flowed down over the sides of her breasts and onto the
streets. A single strand was enough to ensnare a public bus and haul its heavy
weight high into the air whenever Monica lifted her head to admire the
surroundings. Her ridiculously enormous strands swept to and fro with the
slightest movement of Monica, but to the tiny punished people at street level,
her hair was a nightmare of whipping thrashing cables. Her hair knocked over
rows of running men and women, and those that clutched to the thick stands in
an attempt to stop the momentum, were wisked along with dozens of others high
into the air. They screamed and the cried as Monica turned her head to the
left and the right, but she could not hear their individual screams, and even
if she could, she would only relish the fact that even her hair dominated
these worthless insects. Monica cherished the tickle of the crushed city
beneath her. She cooed at the slight touch of a broken skyscraper resting
against her sensitive clitoris. She tried to imagine the view from one of the
balconies of that little crumbling skyscraper.

She continued to daydream.

Monica wondered what it would be like if she had never grown to this colossal
position. What if some other woman had. What if right now she was one of those
tiny insignificant specs of color running away from a giant goddess. She
imagined being small again, and looking over her shoulder as she ran with
hundreds of others down the streets of chaos, only to see the bare breasts of
a giant woman laying ontop of what used to be many city blocks of tall
prominent skyscrapers. She imagined following her gaze upward to the woman's
neck and beautiful chin and seeing the wavy mane of her gorgeous blonde hair
flow down her mighty shoulders and into the streets. Monica saw the golden
locks framing a pouty face that looked not into the streets just below her
nose, but upward and forward, as if this fucking huge blonde goddess was not
even cognizant of her immense size and power over Monica and the tens of
thousands of people that ran stir crazy through the streets beneath her. Then
as Monica daydreamed some more, the Blonde titaness finally did pull her gaze
from the far off horizon and focus its omnipotent stare down into the streets
in front of her face, down into the streets in which Monica ran. And, then the
Goddess saw something that interested her. Her hand reached out before
herself, and the Blonde giantess's hand appeared impossibly large to Monica as
it stretched forward in her direction. Monica could see every line in the palm
of the Blonde giantess's hand as it passed overhead casting a great foreboding
shadow over the city streets. Monica turned to watch the Blonde giantess's
hand wrap around a twenty story skyscraper and tighten in grip. The great
hand, accentuated with long fuck-me-red fingernails, quickly applied pressure
to the tall exquisite building, causing the building to explode betwixt her
fingers. It crashed and crumbled. Concrete rained between her fingers and
erupted in long arches of debris that left after-trails of dust. Then Monica
watched as the hand became relaxed and then swept overhead, as the blonde
giantess "slapped" another tall building, causing it to fly from its
foundation in a bevy of debris. Upon watching a entire skyscraper disintegrate
from a simple swat of her hand, the Blonde goddess broke into a evil giggle.
"Mmmmm.... that was too easy, you had better run, you tiny insects... you tiny
tiny people.... Or I will swat you all with my big big hand............"

Monica came to her senses abruptly. She was staring down into the streets in
front of her face. Her hand was pressed into a large crowd of people. There
were several more depressions in the sea of fleeing people where she must have
pressed her hand only moments before. Monica realized she was acting out her
daydream of the blonde giantess. There in front of her, nearly an arms length
away was the demolished remains of an exploded skyscraper. Monica thought once
more of the Blonde goddess, and then smiled from ear to ear as the vision
nearly matched her own situation. She reveled in the fear that the tiny people
where experiencing. She fucking owned them. From now on, Monica owned
everything she laid her eyes on. Nothing was out of reach. Nothing was out of
her territory. Tomorrow was another day, and what would it bring? Monica was
becoming bored with this minor league city. Maybe tomorrow she would search
for something more robust.

She thought about the massive military that could be possibly assembled during
the night, but then she realized a tiny tank would be less than the size of a
piece of "chicklet" gum compared to her colossal magnitude. No, nothing could
stop her now, because she felt the power coursing in her now. But, surely they
would try to stop her again. Monica had the power to wipe out millions of
people if she were in a bad mood. To emphasize the point Monica pounded a
supermarket under her fist. Only a crater and a misplaced parking lot filled
with empty upturned cars, testified the supermarkets existence. Moncia felt
good. Yes she felt awesome. In a few moments she would sleep for a spell, and
in the early morning she would rise again.

Monica rolled on her back achieve a better sleeping position. The city cried a
massive "crunch" as Monica weight settled upon a new portion. The city
clamored in her ears, but her exertions during the day made her increasingly
tired. She reached out with hands and clutched at buildings to give her the
warm feeling of total dominance as she closed her eyes to sleep. The bright
moonbeams danced on her eyelids, but it was not enough to keep her from
drifting off into sleep. For the first time in many, many hours, the giantess
rested, and what remained of the city and its terrified inhabitants had a
small respite from her divine reign of power.

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The dream world slowly embraced the sleeping colossal woman. Her thoughts were
loosely focused on the near future. She formulated the possibilities that her
power presented. She could do anything she wanted now, but what would she do.
From now on the whole world would be watching her. Every moment of her life
would be video taped and recorded for this time forward. Her actions would be
reported in live telecasts all over the world. And they better now, because
Monica sensed the full extent of her power. She new she was too large now, but
she felt more power within herself, as if the blue light energy filled her
very cells, molecules, even her atoms. She new that she could become much
bigger if she wanted. And that meant she could go where ever she wanted. NO
mountain was to high to stop her passage, no canyon too deep, and, if she were
big enough, there would be no ocean that she couldn't wade across. Monica
became very excited as she imagined the immense size that would require. She
could go to Europe. She imagined the panic that she could cause as she waded
towards shore. To do that, would be enough reason alone. But to pluck the
Eiffel tower out of the earth and bend it like a toothpick would be even
better. She could do anything now, nothing could stop her. Monica set large
goals for herself. France would be only the beginning. She would visit the
world and establish her presence. No ship at sea would ever be safe from her.
Maybe she was huge now, but when she got out to sea, Monica would show the
world the true meaning of giantess. And if the people of the world didn't like
it...maybe she would see how large she could grow on land. Monica imagined
herself large enough to step on tall mountains ranges, leveling them to
nothing. If they pissed her off, she would show them the true meaning of "Tap
the Rockies" Monica wanted the world to piss her off. She wanted to get
fucking gigantic. If they pushed her far enough they would consider her size
now as small. The more she thought of it, the more she wanted. Monica wanted
to visit Washington DC, and pluck the Washington monument out of the ground
with her toes. She could only imagine the amount of commotion that would
cause. What she had done so far was only a small portion of what she was
capable of doing. She wanted to grow to miles tall, so she could wade the
Atlantic down to Rio, and get the perfect tan on the beaches. She imagined
herself laying on the sand, her body two thousand feet long, absorbing
luscious rays from the sun. Nothing was out of the question. Nothing was too
outrageous. Not for her.

Monica's mind raced with a bevy of ideas as she drifted off into the
subconscious world. She would wade the ocean to get to Africa, and then become
the first woman to transverse the Sahara in under an hour on foot. She could
visit the Great Wall of China, and trace its path with her feet. She could
compare mount Fuji to her own breasts, and if the Japanese didn't like such a
comparison, she could make herself large enough to win. And surely she must
visit Tokyo, and make Godzilla look like a tiny fire breathing salamander.
Just wait until they saw her rise out of the sea. She wanted to sea what their
toy missiles could do then. Monica cooed in her dreams at the thoughts of
having so much fun, and still her thoughts wandered to new possibilities. She
could make her way back to the good old U.S of A., and cause some real riots
in L.A. Hollywood thought ID4 was a good movie, well just wait. It will be a
sad day when Monica reaches Beverly Hills, Monica imagined herself singing
"Eat the Rich" again. Oh yeah, it was Monica's party now, and the whole world
was invited. She wanted to feel what it was like to step on an entire city,
maybe she would do a few experiments. That would really piss off these tiny
insects, they spent generations building great cities, and now one woman, a
Latina Goddess of unimaginable size and power, decides she wants to experiment
to see if she could step on entire city at once. She loved it. They would hate
it. That made Monica love the idea even more.

Monica wanted them to mankind to test her limits. She wanted to piss off the
military so much that they would swarm their tiny airforces around her body.
She would swat them away as if they were less than knats. But, then it would
be her turn. Oh yes, then it would be her turn, even though Monica would piss
them off on purpose, knowing full well that she could not be stopped. Monica
would play nasty. Really nasty. If they pissed her off enough she just might
return the favor and piss on them. Monica imagined herself squatting over a
city in the position, (it made her smile because at first it seemed silly),
but then the idea started to seem like great fun. The little people would
really be in trouble when Monica starts flooding their cities with her very
own urine. As their buildings flood away and the skyscrapers topple in an
unrelenting river of woman's pee, there could be no doubt that the goddess who
did it, has no disdain for tiny insignificant people. They will be sorry that
they even considered attacking Monica. From now on what Monica wanted, she
would have. If she were to be opposed she knew she would eventually win, and
then she will take what she wanted. And just because Monica was a woman,
doesn't mean she couldn't get nastier than urination. There are far worse
forms of humiliation. Monica intended to do everything eventually. And what
the hell! - why not!. But first she would just have fun. Experimentation would
come later. Who knows how long it would take to finish her study of
giantess/chaos theory. She intended to pursue her degree.

Finally the dark tendrils of sleep wrapped Monica's conscience as she dreamt
of the wild pleasures her power would provide. She drifted off to a deep
sleep. Her chest rose and fell in healthy rhythm. She was having the most
relaxing sleep in months, in fact, Monica had not felt so relaxed since before
her mother died so traumatically more than a week before. In the city around
her, things quieted down a few degrees. Those that survived Monica's grand
toyings, did their best to get out of the city proper. The roads that were
still intact were tied up with cars, but for the most part people were simply
walking to the edges of the city, whereupon they hoped to find transportation.
They did not rest, for they knew that morning would be approaching soon, and
the great giantess would awaken again. And God only knew what she would have
in mind for the city, or the people in it. They would find out soon enough,
and do their best to survive. It came as a painful realization that in the
matter of a few hours, mankind had become so insignificant. This woman could
create massive havoc without even thinking about it. They new that there would
be a new war very soon. Today was only the beginning. If Monica remained a
giantess, the world would have to change to accommodate her. No one knew her
limits. For a while the people had hope for a fair fight against the colossal
threat, but her last regrowth shattered their hopes. They could only hope that
she could be dealt with in other means. They prayed for salvation. It was all
they could do. Tomorrow Monica would walk again. Tomorrow was to the first day
of the new world order. Monica would reign supreme.

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"We are now joined by the WRBF corespondent, Angela Canning, to describe the
terrific scene that is unfolding on the East side...,"

"What we are witnessing this morning is a totally unbelievable occurrence, a
giant woman of unknown height is standing on the horizon." the woman is
exasperated as she is speaking, the camera, focuses in on the mountains behind
the news lady's shoulder. A woman's naked bare foot is seen standing on the
near side of the mountain range, only one foot can be scene from the
cameraman's vantage point. He slowly zooms out to get more of a picture of the
situation, a ankle bracelet comes into view as he does so.

"This is not a hoax and these are not special effects of any kind. I..... I...
I find it hard to speak because I am in awe, this woman must be two or three
thousand feet tall!! This is truly phenomenal. At this time nothing is known
about this giant woman other than the fact that she has grown to this height
yesterday evening after an unsuccessful military attack. She appears to be a
beautiful Latina woman in her late twenties with jet black hair. She has been
standing on the mountain range for almost fifteen minutes now, and the whole
East side, in fact the whole city awaits her next move. Police have ordered an
immediate evacuation of the city, which is going on nearly five miles from
where we are standing right now..."

The camera-man, scrolls upward and views Monica's tanned legs, womanhood,
breasts and stops on her face. Monica has a smirk on her face and her eyes are
glazed over as she is contemplating... Then, as he is zooming in on her
expression, her eyes become alert to the situation, and she looks to the
ground, in the direction of the news crew. Monica licks her lips and looks
down at her feet. The cameraman zooms out as far as possible.

"Oh My GOD!!!... She is about to move again, Ladies and Gentlemen!! The giant
woman is taking a step forward! She just stepped on a row of houses!!! Oh My
God!!! This is unbelievable..... Ladies and Gentlemen... This woman has
strength never before seen!!!.... Here... Here She COMES!!!"

The Colossal Monica made her way easily and swiftly, the two mile margin the
news crew had was quickly diminishing....

"GOOD LORD!!! She is traveling so quickly, she will be here in less than a
minute!! Look at her!!!! Her body is so Huge!!! We have to get out of here!!!!
She isn't stopping for anything!!! Look, she just stepped on a
McDonalds!!!...." The newswoman ran for the News Van...The camera man kept
tracking Monica's movements. He followed her feet as she walked closer to his
location.

****

Her feet appeared larger and more massive with every step. Her feet easily
covered the blacktop two lane highway leading into the city. If fact even her
big toe was wider than the highway. Dozens of cars, occupied and abandoned,
disappeared under each step. The camera-man did not move, even though Monica
was only a few steps away. He filmed people running down the highway in a vain
attempt to get out of the way, only to be overcome by a truly massive shadow
and to be blotted out of focus as Monica's toes filled the camera's frame of
vision. The News lady was screaming her head off. She screamed for the fucking
keys, and ran out of the Van to get them from the camera-man. But he could not
move, He was frozen... The woman became hysterical...

"This wasn't supposed to happen, they told us they stopped her last night!, OH
SHIT!!!!.....," the lady was crying now hysterically. They were right on the
highway in the middle of the road. Monica loomed overhead.

For some reason or another, Monica's attention was drawn off the set of
skyscrapers she was eyeing up at the far end of the East side. She decided to
look down at her feet to see what she was about to step on. She saw a tiny
tiny van in the middle of the street, it was parked as though it was meant to
block traffic. Monica took a moment to focus on the van, then she spotted the
Radar dish assembly on its roof, it reflected beams of light upwards into her
eyes. Monica smiled. If she would have completed her stride, this van would
have been a mere dollop of metal in her massive foot print. But now she could
have some fun.....

The camera-man had relieved himself without knowing it as he filmed Monica's
foot descending down on top of himself and the area. Pee streamed down his
leg, and trickled onto the pavement, but he didn't notice... Then her foot
moved and planted down three hundred feet away, landing amidst a residential
neighborhood. He had a clear view upwards past Monica's bush, and breasts -
directly to her face, which was peering down precisely at him. Then her
colossal hand appeared into view and with her sexy red painted fingernail, she
pointed at the camera.

Monica could barely make out the little man standing on the road beneath her,
but she could see the sun reflecting of the tiny lens. Monica pointed down at
the camera. "HERE me WORLD... My Name Is MONICA.... I Am NOW the GODDESS of
the EARTH.... NO one will stop ME..... Any CITY that TRIES to STOP ME, will Be
Destroyed. IF I am Attacked I will KILL Tens of Thousands of PEOPLE. YOU are
nothing BUT TINY MITES beneath ME. I am Warning YOU, Do not Try to Stop ME....

Do not Get in My WAY.... I will TOUR the EARTH... I will CLEANSE it and USE it
as I SEE FIT. FOR oh Soooo... MANY of YOU.... THIS WILL BE YOUR END..!!!!!!"

Monica raised her right foot from the residential neighborhood it rested in,
and raised it again over the camera-man, who could not move.

"I AM YOUR GODDESS..... MONICA HAS HAVE SPOKEN!!!!!," with this Monica stepped
down onto the tiny camera-man, ending his existence, and the news
transmission. The word was out. Soon the entire world would see Monica in
person. Monica continued on to the outer verges of the massive city. She had
some grand plans for this tiny spec of civilization. This was the first city
she planned to "Cleanse". It was called New York City.... Monica closed her
eyes and concentrated. Millions of New Yorkers watched in utter disbelief.....
Monica was growing again......

God Help Us....

THE END: PART 1, Divine Intervention

Here's the too, too brief second part. [pic]

Monica XXL

by Chuckcjc

Before the Earth started shaking to the extent that no one could stand on
their feet, and the building sides started breaking into grotesque spiders
webs of cracked masonary and crumbling red brick; before the streets began to
explode under immense unfathomable pressure, releasing underground piping for
water, gas, and electricity, and before hundreds of main avenues and thousands
of streets and bi-streets were clogged with a livid terrified throng of
humanity hopelessly looking into the vast sky for some sign that they might
survive the horror above them and about them; before the millions ever knew
this horror's name or could see into the great mesmerizing pools of her
ominous brown eyes, or before her great encompassing shadow fell over the
entire length of their prosperous city, the City of New York was once again on
its regular schedule of business - its streets brimming with millions of
toughened upbeat citizens the sun was out and it was a beautiful day to be
alive.

Hundreds of Thousands of citizens heard of stories from the previous evening
about a colosal woman who had grown to more than a third of a mile tall in an
apparrent fit of rage after being attacked by the seemingly victorious
military. But few believe the stories having not seen her with their own eyes
or heard it from their own friends or family. The media was such bullshit
anymore, their phony studios were dying to make a story out of anything, and
to most it seemed like a fantasitic tale fleshed out with amazing special
effects. They did not know that the government was foolishy trying to blind
their eyes as it has done for years. Any attmepts to further investigate the
story were severly thwarted by the government. Even commercial satellite
conveyance of the entire state was cut-off by the powers that be. But some
things were never meant to be covered up, or kept at bay - Monica was one of
them. Her code-name by the government was Monica XL, she was an unexplainable
phenomenon on collosal proportions that shouldn't be able to breathe or even
bat an eyelash let alone trample highways and small towns, and pull
skyscrapers from their steadfast foundations. No one could explain her, but no
one in the know could deny that she was as real as the ground they walked on,
and that her crushing power was second only to the almighty God's. Some even
wondered if Monica was God. She was certainly tall enough for the job.

With every step Monica proved her superiority over the frightened race of
humanity. Her ambition was like a great boulder resting atop a rocky crag high
above a bustling town of people. On the slightest of whims Monica could snuf
out hundreds of lives just as the slightest wind might one day send the
threatening boulder rocketing down the jagging cliffs on a path of destruction
in the civilization below. This was Monica's right. Her size gave her the
ultimate power of edict. She could wield her strength in any fashion that she
saw fit. If she wanted to walk across a downtown district crushing and
leveling all in her path - so be it. If she wanted to stop and laugh at the
helicopters and planes continously buzzing around her before lazily swatting a
few away - so be it. If she wanted to take a nap on a mountainside for a few
hours, and maybe roll over in her sleep ontop of a half dozen patches of
farmland -so be it. If she woke up and decided have a snack of a few hundred
heads of cattle - so be it. If she dispensed with the angry mob of cattle
raisers that had joined in unison to chastice her choice of a mid day snack -
by crushing them all under her big toe with the perfect red paint -so be it.
Quite simply Monica XL could do what she wanted at any time to anyone
anywhere. Today she decided to take a lazy stroll into the once great New York
City, and show them how big of a girl she had become. She might even show them
that they might need to rename her to Monica XXL or even Monica XXXXXL.

And so on the mightiest of whims Monica rose from her mountain leveling nap,
brushed off the evergreen forest that insistantly clung to her firm breasts
and stomach. Performed her morning stretch, while batting away the four dozen
helicopters that always seemed to encrouch upon her form when she slept. She
spoke in pure thunder, "You Know... I am Growing really tired of having to
swat away your tiny helicopters piloted by you tiny MITES!!" "When will you
learn that you are now NOTHING!!," Monica stamped her foot into the forgiving
soft earth as she emphasized the last word. The grain silo under the ball of
her forceful foot was compressed so aggresively that it was pushed like a
small Tylenol caplette into the ground, only a glimmer of the metal dome could
be seen from the bottom of Monica's footprint when she removed her enormous
ped. "You should know its not wise to anger your Goddess on purpose!,"
exclaimed Monica, taking a great breath into her lungs, "I guess I will have
to teach you another lesson today - to make sure you understand this time."
With that Monica began walking slowly and confidently over the mountain
overpasses towards the great coastline that she knew would lead to the
classroom for today's lesson in manners -New York City.

Within three steps she was already causing great calamity. Directly in her
path was a lazy mountain highway that wound its way around and between the
very region where Monica had decided to take a relaxing nap. Travellers had
less than a split second to react between the moment the great shadow overtook
a small pack of thirteen cars and the instant the forboding shadow met the
toughened unforgiving flesh of Monica's pretty right foot. They had no time to
notice Monica wiggling her sexy toes adorned with blazing red polish before
she smashed them all into the mountain side. To those in passenger cars,
minivans, and tractor trailers that were spared the fate of being instantly
cristened by the goddess Monica's divine foot, the world had seemed to end.
Suddenly there was deafening sound that seemed to make the mountain itself cry
out in protest, and then there was only a tiny patch of asphalt ahead of them
that was dead-ended by the round sheer cliff of tanned and off-white flesh
that was the heel of the colossal woman's foot. Those not suffering from
immediate trauma from the scene in front of them, could barely find the will
to stamp the brakes with all of their might stopping their cars before
crashing in to the goddesses' heel. Some cars were not meant to survive the
aftermath of Monica, and fell in the gaping cracks that eminated from the
perimeter of her footprint. One driver of a a bright red Honda civic four-door
sedan was lucky enough to stop his car at the very edge of a deep spindly
apeture in the roadway that two Dodge Caravans had already tumbled into as the
the roadway split apart. But as Monica removed her godly foot from her own
footprint, the earth was shifted again, and the perimeter cracks opened a tad
further. The driver of the Honda screamed in despair as his luck turned
immediately sour and the crack swallowed his car whole sending his car
plummeting through the parsed highway down the pine tree covered mountain.

Monica noticed that she had only taken a few steps and was already managed to
step on a dozen or more cars and demolish a mountain highway. She watched as
dozens of cars piled up behind and in front of her foot and a few more crashed
through the road railings - falling to desair down the side of the mountain.
Monica sighed and spoke in a slightly sarcastic voice, "Geez it seems that you
tiny tiny bothersome mites can't even follow the one rule that I have over you
- Stay out of my way." "If you don't watch were your Goddess is walking than
this might happen to you." Monica landed her left foot squarly on the highway
in front of her right foot heel to toe, so that those who had stopped in
puzzlement or awe were obliterated by her sexy foot. "You people aren't even
bright enough to evacuate the area that I am in, I can't not help that you are
so stupid, and I will show no pity." The corner of Monica's mouth turned
upwards into a slight sneer as she looked down and very purposely landed her
next step on the highway in front of her. She continued her omnipotent walk
through the mountains, and with every step she proclaimed the word "Stupid" to
the two or three dozen vehicles she covered with each of her titanic feet.