A Game
of Life
- by
Hedin -
The
city lay in ruins. Or even worse it lay in flattened ruins. Not a single house
remained intact. In fact the only houses that gave at least a chance of survival
for the former inhabitants were now heaps of debris. Wood and steel bars stuck
out of the piled debris and sometimes painful sighs could be heard from beneath
the rubble. Those were the lucky ones at the mostly untouched outskirts of the
city. Towards the downtown area all other buildings had disappeared. The former
city was nothing more than an irregular plain with foot hills consisting of a
conglomerate that could be described best as compacted building structures and
city ingredients. The bare plain was mostly covered with a pattern of small
rounded bumps with about a foot in diameter. A few areas had a pattern of sharp
ridges that were steep almost like walls and between 5 and 8 foot high. And
there was also a number of very deep holes in the ground looking almost like
very deep diggins but with always the same and much too regular shape.
It was
the shape of a rectangle with rounded edges. Each rectangle was about 25 foot
across. Looked inside the deep pits revealed to be very different from digging
sites or surface mines. The steep walls had a smooth concrete like surface. It
really looked like the walls of an underground bunker. But the walls had large
cracks and the ground consisted of a six foot high pyramid pattern. Looking at
the surrounding area the eye found that the otherwise smooth plain had been torn
apart with large canions and clefts running through it. It looked clearly like
the pits had been forcefully pressed into the bedrock and the canyons were the
resulting cracks.
A small
part of the few survivors surely knew what mighty creature had caused the deep
pits with an ease and indifference that made the titanic forces look like a
little poking.
Indeed
the creature had made the holes simply by stepping here and letting her weight
force the slender heels of her spagghetti-strapped platform sandals into the
ground. In the distance of a few hundred feet where the arch of her red patent
leather shoes had lowered a similar amount of weight had been spread over acres
and thus only imprinted the pattern of her sandal sole.
Yes the
creature was a woman. In her late twenties and not just beautifully large but
nude and of gigantic size. With her platform heels she towered three quarters of
a mile into the sky.
About
an hour ago the city had still been intact as the giantess had carelessly walked
through the outskirts. She had taken her time and walked around the downtown
area a few times. The houses in the outskirts didn't need to be stepped on. On
her first walk around the metropole all of the small residents had collapsed
from her tread that caused qaukes of never knewn power. People who had managed
to flee the collapsing homes had been killed on the next passes until only a
few places hadn't been underfoot at least once.
Then
she had wreaked havoc on the downtown area. Her deathtoll - already in the
thousands - shot up quickly towards the million as kicks penetrated skyscrapers
like foam in a bubble-bath. Minor building were not noticed but nevertheless
stepped upon and finally the mighty nude titaness lowered herself and sat right
into midtown. Rolling around and lashing out with legs and arms had leveled more
and more of the once proud city and finally smashing breasts flattened remaining
areas until nothing more than the plain of compacted debris remained. In a lazy,
still lascive way she had walked out of the city.
Then
shortly behind the outskirts and the highway ring the titaness suddenly stepped
from the horizon. The handfull of survivors who had managed to free themselves
from the unflattened debris looked at it in astonishment. And when the sun
suddenly glowed out and presented itself as a giant lightbulb they got a hint of
what had happened.
Liane
however stood in front of the controls next to the stage and activated a map
like screen. A small red dot appeared and she started the transfer of
coordinates to another section of the controls. Another button pushed and
suddenly a robotic arm moved out from under the stage. It moved towards a
certain position in the outskirts and slowed down until an appearing tweezer
grabbed something. The arm moved towards the controll panel. On a small
pedestrial next to the control area the object was dropped.
The
small area was flooded with light. Smaller tool arms came from the pedestrial
and manipulated the object. A screen on the panel showed what was going on.
The
object was a car wreck that was suddenly pried open by the tools of the
robot-arms. As the roof was torn of by a tweezer that looked larger than
lightmasts a human body could be seen inside. Another tweezer that was smaller
and made of some kind of plastic grabbed the man. As the tweezer elements
grabbed the man it got clear why it was made of plastic. The robot couldn't
adjust the force with enough precision. The plastic bend under the pressure that
would normally have killed the poor man. A painfull sigh could be heard from a
speaker. The microphone must have been installed in the tweezers. Then he was
lifted and the arm held the tiny victim towards the giantess.
Liane
however spread her legs as the robot arm adjusted itself above her clean shaven
pussy. As Liane spread her vulva open the tweezers opened. She could hardly see
the tiny thing as it dropped.
The man
fell helplessly until he hit the hill sized clit. Struggling he tried to hold
himself but he slid down the slime covered mountain of lust. He had several rugh
drops as he slid over some small folds and bumps until he finally lost all grip
and fell shriking into the dephts of her cunt. While he was still falling the
titanic fingers removed from the massive labia and the monstrous genitals closed
again.
Liane
took her time. She knew he could survive several minutes. His tiny body would
have enough air that had been enclosed with him. The problem was her sticky
slime that would swallow him like quicksand once he was weakened. Out of breath
from his struggling he would gag on her cum and quickly die within ten seconds.
After a minute she decided to go on. Carefully she used her forefinger and
stroked her pussylips. It felt good but that was just a welcome fact. What she
couldn't feel but knew from experience was that she let out the trapped air. The
inner walls of her pussy returned into their natural position separated only by
a layer of pussyjuice.
And now
Liane experienced what only a handful of women ever knew was possible. She felt
the struggling man inside her. Now without air and already under pressure from
the mass of her pussyflesh itself he struggled for his life.
She was
used to it now but three months with four hours of daily training had been
neccessary for her to gain enough control. Slowly she used her love muscles. The
struggling of the man was cruelly slowed by the force that suddenly came from
her pussywalls. After four or five seconds she had increased the power a bit.
The man was suddenly impossible to move. Despite the slimy pussyjuice he was
held firm enough to be held motionless. His last breath bubbled into her juices
as she crushed his lungs.
Liane
felt that he stopped struggling. Without his movements she couldn't feel him but
another increase of pressure changed this. This was the moment she liked best.
It showed her how puny he was compared to her body. To make her most sensible
bodypart feel him needed as much pressure as his bones were able to take. She
just had to wait. One second. Another. Then like the slightest possible tickle
she felt his body give in to her pressure. As the first rib gave in and snapped
it was over. Within half a second she felt his body flattening and the feeling
of his presence simply disappeared.
Liane
held the pressure for another ten seconds then she let go. The concentration had
made her tense all other muscles. Just a normal twitch of her cunt muscles would
have sqashed the fragile body immidiately. The force she used to let loose on
orgasm would have been enough to crush a ship of his size. Now she grabbed the
vaginal shower and stood with spread legs above the small platform. Carefully
she spread her pussy and used a small trickle of warm water to wash out her
vagina.
After
some seconds a tiny dot fell onto the platform. Liane stopped the water
immidiately but the few drops that still came down were enough to wash the tiny
body away leaving only the slightest red trace.
But she
wasn't worried. She was a professional after all. The micro gratings kept his
body from going down the drain. The robot arm appeared and again the body was
lifted with the soft tweezers. A tiny coffin appeared in a small compartment
beneath the control panel and the corpse was dropped in it.
The
coffin was sealed by the robot arm and then raised and put into some kind of a
jewelry box.
Liane
took the box and put it into an envelope. The box would be send to the coroner.
The relatives would be notified of his death in the way he had determined
before. If there were no relatives he would be simply buried with the jewelry
box. Otherwise it depended on his wishes if he and his coffin would be enlarged
again and handled to his relatives. She had even heard of one who wanted his
coffin to be attached to his wifes' wedding ring like an emerald.
With
that Liane left the stage room in the basement of her luxurious house. In the
room next to it she put her red platform heels into the cupboard and put on her
casual jeans dress. Enough work for today.
She
went for a walk to put the envelope into the postbox on the way. Tomorrow the
coroner would report the correct identification of the corpse to the family
attorney and he would pay her. It was quite an amount of money. She didn't know
if there were any relatives but she guessed there were because he didn't simply
give all his possession to her. So they couldn't get much because he had bought
a real large city. Cities were not cheap. And they were rare. There were 43
thousand known federation planets and he had to buy a city where every
inhabitant owed money to people outside. He had to pay all debts and he had to
pay for the city. Only a few people where rich enough to afford that on the
scale of a metropolitan with a milion people. And then he had to pay her for
doing the shrink transfer and her actions. He had chosen a nude outfit and he
had chosen to be inside the city without being killed before the city was done.
For this she had to wear the contact lenses with the red locator image that
would show her were he was on the ground.
No
identifyable corpse - no money. That was the treaty. One false move, a slipping
or tripping with her heels could've cost her a real lot of money. At least she
always insisted on an insurance that would cover the expenses for the city.
But
everything had gone well. Even his pussy death. He had chosen to die like this.
That's why he came to her. She was the only shrink whore who could do the trick
with an identifyable corpse.
All
other shrink whores could only deliver - paste!
It had
been a hard job. A voyeur or a lifeplayer would've been much easier. Lifeplayers
would have her do it without the annoying contact lenses. They determined her
size, the amount of destruction, her outfit and her actions and then let fate
decide. Once fate had decided to have him discovered as the lifeplayer by the
doomed inhabitants. He had been killed even before Liane had appeared on the
stage.
It
didn't save them though. Liane had simply reduced the city to the size of a
matchbox and stored it for 'personal use'.
The
next day brought the money. She was happy because the bank accepted the imidiate
full pay of her credit. With that her house and equipment was paid and there was
enough left for a nice living with no more work.
Already
a week later she got another offer for a shrin whore job. Now she could afford
tod ecline clients. So she checked it out. The man was a lifeplayer. He had
offered a good pay for the job but lost no word on the city. Instead he wanted a
meeting.
Liane
was interested. The meeting was not unusual because someone who paid that much
money should have a right to see the girl who should do the job. The meeting was
in her house because that way she could user her safety equipment to be safe
from robbers or rapists.
Liane
even had a special entrance and a special room for this. A shrink beam was
always ready to take care of a possible oponent.
But
this meeting wasn't a dangerous one. Instead it had a surprise for her. The man
was a real player and as her pay he offered all his possess. A quick bank cross
checking showed no debts or anyting on his account so she wondered how he would
pay the city. But instead of paying the city he simply told her that he knew of
a mayor civilization far outside the federation. It was mostly build on piracy
on federal trade routes.
He
simply wanted her to 'get' the city. She knew that this was possible. The
federation law regulated that inside the federation could only be bought when
there was no war enemy whoose cities would then be sold against war loans. All
cities outside the federation would not fall under federate law because the main
court on Frijdhoff II had decided hundreds of years ago that the place of action
for a shrinking was the last position of the real target. At that time the
federation had been in war with all outside systems. Now the outside sistems
belonged to the federation and the years of spreading and settlement had been
gone. No one cared what was outside of their territory. Their starship fleet had
completely taken a defensive role.
So with
this possibility uncovered by law it was legal and possible if the exact
location and rotation data of the planet was known. It was a real complicated
data set that consisted of the stars orbit aorund the galaxy center and then of
the planet's orbit around that star and finally of the rotation speed and the
planet size. With these the actual position of any point on the planet's surface
could be calculated.
After
some thinking Liane agreed. The man would deliver the dataset within two days
and next monday he would be here for his realplay.
The
coordinates appeared. Liane had asked her attorney about the correctness of her
interpretation of law. The attorney had answered with a document with the
electronic signature of the great federate law database on Therry IV. It was as
good as the president's seal.
On
saturday her clients wishes came over via e-mail. He wished a fashionable
mini-dress with a strip-tease, light make up and black wooden platform mules.
The size he entered was 3 miles. He gave no exact instructions on her actions he
just wanted 'erotic actions and self-satisfaction' for two hours.
The
time of two hours was really long. Even a large city couldn't last longer than
ninety minutes with real slow action. Two hours meant she would have to do a
really slow number with almost no chance of his survival.
The
lifeplayer job was just real. The costumer would be placed somewhere in the city
and had at least half an hour before the action started. She would never know
where he was or if she had killed or injured him. Sometimes a lifeplayer sqished
helplessly under the first step of a shrink whore. The womans program however
continued for the planned amount of time.
On
Monday the man entered the house via the special entrance. Before anything
started a lifeplayer had to hand over the pay. The computer checked it. During
this check he was slowly shrunk to the size he had choosen - but no smaller than
a quarter inch. Then he would see Liane for the first time when she stepped into
the shrinker cabin. Usually she was already dressed for the program except for
those customers who wished a nude appearance. In the shrinker cabin she always
wore at least a bikini and shoes. And then down on the ground the lifeplayer had
to make his decision. He had already signed the lifeplayer statement and
contract but Liane granted them this last chance. More than half of them peed
their pants and denied to enter the stage at the reality of her titanic
proportions. But this customer was sure of his wish.
'All
right!' he said and this meant he was shrunk again to match the real
proportional size he had wished. A 3-Mile-Liane meant a size of 0,025 inches.
one fourtieth of an inch. To Liane he simply disappeared on the white ground.
Sqatting down all she could see was a dark spot.
'Do you
really want to be that small?' she asked.
A
robotic arm moved a tiny microphone above the spot.
'I
think so' came the amplified but still almost unhearable answer.
'With
that size you have almost no chance. Do you want me to use the radar to be aware
of your position and give you a chance?'
Sitting
on the ground as he was unable to stand under the vibrations of her voice he
started to think his situation over. The skyscraper height of her mules platform
sole looked really dangerous now and from down here he could look under the sole
that was bending upwards at the tip to provide a more comfortable walk. And far
beneath this bending tip he could see the floor caving in at the area where the
sole touched the floor. It looked and really was unstoppable.
But he
was a man. Should he admit that he almost peed his pants from fear of her
towering size?
Finally
he tried a diplomatic answer.
'If you
wish...' he finally answered.
'No,'
Lianes voice made him bounce on the floor,' the contact lenses are annoying and
almost hurting if I have to wear them for two hours. You shall have your way.'
And
with that she turned around. The robot arm with the microphone disappeared and
his suddenly fearfull cries for help ended as her step hit the ground and the
concussion catapulted him a real half inch into the air. As small as he was
gravity could not be betrayed. The air didn't carry him like dust and everything
alike fell with the same speed that took only fractions of a second for the
first inch. He was down on the ground long before her second step finished with
an even harder earthquake. Again he flew through the air for a short time. The
third step took her out of the cabin so he wasn't sent flying but he bounced and
slid helplessly over the floor. The next steps he could only feel and hear.
Seconds
later the robot arm appeared above him. A set of clothing was dropped. It fit
nicely and was neccessary to camouflage him in the city. Usually the clothes
were taken fom people who dropped over the edge of the stage when the shrinking
and transfer happened.
A beam
appeared and transported him.
Fresh
air hit him. He was standing next to a door in a deserted street.right in front
of him was his car. It was aquired like the clothes had been.
He
quickly opened it and started to drive around the city. After the short
rendezvous with the giantess he felt relieved to be in normal surroundings
again. What he didn't know was where exactly he was. A few roads later he found
a larger street that led into the downtown area. That was OK for him because he
knew that the usual program of the giantess would start somewhere in the
outskirts.
In the
next minutes he tried to find a parking lot. Of course there were many garages
beneath the skyscrapers - but he knew he would be trapped in here once it
started. So he rounded the block several times with no luck.
His
thoughts started to bring him into panic. Everyone would try to get out of the
city. Quick. In panic. With no care for others. His heartraced. His thoughts
went back to te savety of the shrinking cabin. How mightyhad she been at only
1500 foot! And now? He had screwed up his last chance of survival. He had seen
her at 3 Miles the next moment. Unreachable even with her supertechnology. He
hammered the steering wheel with his fists. Why had he been that careless about
his life? He had ordered two hours. Maybe ten steps of those titanic feet would
completely ruin the city. He had felt the energy of her heavy footfalls.
A
parking lot! Finally. He almost bumped the car in front of him and people
started looking at him.
"For
heaven's sake - don't draw attention to yourself!" How much time? No clock in
the car. No watch either. Stupid rules. Everything was her decision now. She
would give him at least 30 minutes with the action starting within two hours.
How much time had passed for searching a parking lot?
*
Liane
was lazy. Her displays ha indicated that her customer had been placed in the
city. She had watched the controls for another 5 minutes to be sure his
appearance wasn't detected. Not that the city would've survived if they found
out who and what he was! There was no weapon against her technology.
Now
Liane waled back into her livin room. She always took her time. No one really
had to fear her appearance before the granted 30 minutes.
She sat
on her sofa and read a book. Ten minutes later she opened a bottle to enjoy a
glass of red wine. She was a professional and knew the est way for her to get
into the right mood. After all her customer had ordered sensual and tasteful
sexuality. Two hours of aciton meant she would have to walk for more than one
hour. But her really large scale on this one would make it neccessary to stand
or walk for more than one hour.
Her
size was crazyshe thought and remembered the man's stuttering as he rejected the
radar lens. But she wasn't worried about that. After all the contract didn't
require asking her subject for sparing his life.
With
another thought for the long time she dropped the stiletto platform heels and
slid her feet into her comfortable mules. No need to botherherself with
uncomfortabe fetish-shoes while waiting.
*
At that
time her subject was sitting in his car and watching the sky. He thought that he
would notice a change. Time passed and he got nervous again.
He
thought of plans to save his life but every plan for more than thirty minutes
was impossible because she was the uncalculable thing in every plan. One lazy
and casual step of that whore into the wrong place and everything would be over
for him.
*
The
many thoughts made it difficult for Liane. A second glass of wine had to go.
Moe
than one hour had passed. Liane was getting lazy. It had been a little too much
wine. But she was a professional so she raised from her sofa and walked towards
her cupboard.
Usually
she didn't wear her private undies for work - but she knew that this was the
only way to get the right mental stimulation now.
A black
combination of strappy bra and slip - almost a thong - were tucked into place. A
belted red lace gown with long sleeves hid her beautiful undies. Looking at her
feet and feeling warm from the wine she decided that against her customer's wish
the mules were a really good match for her lingerie. A thick black rubber
platform sole with a nice chunky 4-inch-heel. Three red straps - broad but nly
covering her instep left her toes with dark red nail polsih completely
uncovered.
She
walked towards her basement door and found the sound of her steps really
innovative. Instead of sharp clicks from stiletto heels there was a dark
rumbling sound and a decent slurping of her bare feet on the rubber platform.
Slowly
and majesticly se strode into the room. As her foot stepped onto the stairs to
the stage a contact started the transport. Within a second the hemisphere above
the stage adapted to the color of the sky that had been over the city. Clouds
appeared and silently but suddenly the city was there right when Liane's right
foot stepped onto the stage.
People
in the city didn't notice anything at first. Then suddenly outbound cars simply
crashed with the horizon and hundreds of people in the southern outskirts got
under a dark shadow.
Most of
them managed to look up but no one realized what happened within the quarter of
a second they had left to live.
After
that time Liane's mule thundered down. The people beneath her sole died
instantly and houses, cars - just everything was flattened and compacted to take
the weight of the titaness.
A heavy
cuncussion and thunder of her tread raced through the metropolis. People turned
heir heads and looked up in nameless fear before many of them lost their balance
from the earthquake.
But
before they had turned far enough to see the titanic threat the next quake came
over the city. Again hundreds of people never knew what hit them. They saw only
blackness before they were squished into oblivion. The few survivors next to
the titaness' shoes were crawling in ruins. Most of them had no eye for the
black mountain next to them simply because they lay buried beneath their houses
or tried to free themselves from their upturned cars.
The few
lucky ones who had been in the street and remained unharmed except for
beingthrown off their feet, forgot to stand up as they recognized the giantess
and her gian shoe.
The
giantess gave them a little time to look at her while she watched the city. But
the people in the streets were too shocked about her appearance to help the
unlucky ones under the tip of each platform mule. The thick rubber sole was bent
upward at the tip to provide a more comfortable walk. People beneath those
overhanging masses of rubber looked up at the black sky that showed a tread
pattern instead of clouds. But in their fearfull stupidity they didn't recognize
anything and didn't evne try to run for their lives.
Then
the giantess gave them a 50 percent chance of survival as she raised her right
foot for the next step.
People
under the tip of her right mule remained unharmed except for a hail of heavy
compacted debris falling off the solethat flew over them like a spaceship.
But as
this happened she neccessarily transferred her weight onto te toes of her left
foot. The left mule tilted forward and as it's heel rose into the air the
helpless people under her toes were somehow rolled over and squished by the tip
of the titanic platform sole.
Liane
started to slowly surrond the city. She enjoyed the view and her powerfull
feelings. She didn't watch her steps and she walked very slowly. But as slow as
one step followed the other - the tiny people couldn'T move as far as the
distance between her fingerprint lines before hundreds of them got stepped on
regardless if in their houses or cars or just running in the streets.
In the
dim light beneath Liane's lowering shoe people saw houses crumple without
resistance. Many of them saw a trucksized part of the tread beneath the sole
when it first crushed a house or a car and finally squished people as it touched
th ground. They thought they would be spared between the rubber walls but when
they were enclosed in the darkness under the titanic foot they heard the
deafening thunder and felt the force of that terrific impact before the masses
of earth that were squished aside by the penetrating rubberblocks flattened
their crumpled bodies against the roof of the small crevices beneath Liane's
mule. Within the tenth of a second nothing was alive under the sole of her shoe
which was still sinking deeper into the ground as everything was compacted by
the terrific weight of the titaness.
*
The
lifeplayer still sat in his car that bounced from every brutal impact. People in
the streets were helplessly crawling on all fours because the slow stries of the
young whore at the horizon didn't provide enough time to stand up. Some steps
shook the skyscrapers hard enough to shatter one or two windows. Seconds later
the large chunks of glass speared people who couldn't crawl away fast enough.
The
lifeplayer was more than disturbed. He saw the giantess and somehow recognized
her face but her dress was completel different. he feared for his life even more
because he had choosen spiked heels to have a chance to survive under the arch
of her shoe.
These
shoes had almost no arch between the chunky heel and the platform sole. The low
arch that was there also touched the ground because her shoes sunk in deep
footprints.
And as
the titanic whore turned towards the center of the city she sensually licked
across her bloodred lips. He almost got mad from fear as he looked up at her
lustfull face.
*
Slowly
She untied the belt around her gown and the silky material slid off her body and
fell to the ground.
Tons of
pure silk crashed down. Houses were shattered and people got smashed. But the
rest of the city stared at a pair of voluptuous and lace covered boobs. Seconds
later they gasped at the sight of Liane's barely covered crotch and then their
eyes followed her towering legs down to the lethal barefeet in her monstrous
mules.
Liane
stood and gave her helpless victims a good amount of time to watch her glorious
body.
Then
she made another step this time towards the center of the doomed metropolis.
And
with this step every fearfull soul felt the end nearing. Even the larger houses
next to the skyscrapers were so meaningless to the giant mule that crushed and
compacted tem into the titanic whores' footprint. The tip of her platform mule
was a 250 foot high wall of black rubber. Only the largest skyscrapers topped
that height and only three buildings reached up to the edge of the 800 foot high
heel.
And
still those proudest manmade structures were so fragile against the giant shoe
and te massive barefoot with its mighty toes.
Lianes'
other foot raised from the ground and swung forward. This time not a real step.
Instead it was a lazy dragging and grinding. Countless buildings dissolved into
dust as cityblock after cityblock splattered on the black rubberwall beneath her
toes. Then the movement stopped and her weight was transferred onto the foot.
With
cruelsome rumbling and crunching the mule sunk into the ground as debris and
bedrock was compacted by the enormous pressure. Then she slowly squatted down on
her heels which put much more weight on her toes. So it took several seconds
until the mule settled in a 50 foot deep imprint.
"Hello,
tiny vicims! I am feeling sexy tonight - hehe maybe because I am a little
lightheaded from that wine - So I decided to have a little bit of lustfull fun
in your town. And most of all I want to have some kind of - sex with tis
handsome building. But you don't need to leave your cute little skyscraper.
Because I will take my time with a really wet foreplay to take care of the rest
of your town."
With
these thundering words Liane started to push her thumb and forefinger into the
ground next to a quite large skyscraper. Within two seconds she had buried all
entrances beneath a pile of crushed rubble.
Smiling
she repeated this with another six skyscrapers before her mighty thighs worked
and she stood up again.
Liane
took another step. Rarely she did it without thinking about her victims. She had
done this so many times. With so many different shoes. And it was all the same.
She had worn wooden mules with slim highheels and she had flattened them under
the foamy platform soles of thong sandals. When her foot left and took the shoe
with it the only difference was the shape of the footprint. The hardsole of her
wooden mules sunk deeper than the soft thong sandals. Pointed heels penetrated
deeper into the ground than chunky ones. But whatever shoe or barefoot came down
everything left behindwas flattened and dead.
Again
she did it. She loved it. The crumpling and cracking that confirmed her power.
Her victims giving the final worship with a squish. And so often she had started
fingering herself but now she hadto use all her willpower to keep calm enough
for at least an hour.
It was
time for a little diversion. Time to play. Time to lay down. Not far from the
skyscrapers she lowered her gorgeous body. Squatting down she used her hands for
support and lowered her tummy and finally rested her chin on her left hand.
*
He was
in a hurry. Almost panic. His car swerved between running people. The first
seconds had been almost hopeless. He had to reach the skyscraper she had marked.
He wanted to live his fantasy. Towards the skyscraper the road was suddenly
blocked. His had bumped against the roof of the car with the belt cutting
painfull into his shoulder. The earthquake had slammed him down again and his
feet were pressed uncontrollably onto the pedals. The engine was cut off as it
got too much fuel and had to struggle against the brakes. The car slid to a halt
and the only thing he could see through the front window was the overhanging
clift of her platform sole. With unholy speed the rounded wall lowered as the
mighty shoe tilted. It rolled over the cracking tarmac that broke up into large
chunks that were crushed and flattened the next moment under the advancing sole.
His
body was too slow to cry out in helpless fear for his puny life. As his voice
caused pain in his ears his car was already dragged forward and backward over
large cracks in the buckled tarmac. His mind realized that his car would stuck
in the deep clefts but the hurrican of displaced air had dragged the car over
the debris until it had come to rest on less damaged tarmac.
No one
was behind him. At the opposite edge of the footprint he saw cars sliding and
dropping into the deep heel part of the young valley. Some couldn't stop in time
others were pushed as cars from behind crashed into the mayhem. He started the
engine and flored the gas pedal. At the next intersection he went left. The next
street towards the center was also on the ground of a footprint so he had to go
for three intersections until he found a road that was undamaged and not covered
with piles of debris.
But as
he drove towards the center he had to move against the general direction of
fleeing people.
For
some seconds he managed to swerve around them. He almost got sick as the car
moved left and right and the ground bounced up and down under distant steps of
the titaness.
Distant? Suddenly the whole area was covered in a shadow. Looking up he saw a
mighty hand pass over the street and the heavy rumbling told him that it had
touched the ground very near to him.
He
lowered the window and looked up only to see the black lace of her monstrous bra
above.
High
above but lowering fast!
He
stopped swerving. He needed more speed. THUMP! ... CRACK! people couldn't get
out of the way fast enough. He was reckless. Did it matter if they got smashed
by his car or flattened under that giant tit?
Three
seconds. No longer. He felt the rumbling and cracking coming nearer. The car
lost traction on the vibrating ground. He knew it was her tummy flattening the
city. Then he saw it in the rearview mirror. The black globe. It touched down.
The earth heaved and his car spun like a crashing indycar. The ground tilted
towards the titanic tit. And with a metal tearing screech the car got stuck
between two chunks of buckled road. He was slighty stunned. Around him was the
deafening rumble of the ground that had to adapt to the voluptous shape of a
3-mile-body.
As the
heavy debris suddenly started to crush his car he desperately fumbled until the
seatbelt opened. He had to throw his mangled body against the door to get it
open. He tried to jump out but it was more like dropping down head over heels.
Then he had to climb away from the chunks.
Seconds
later the car was flattened. Not nearly as flat as a car in a footprint. But
flat enough for an almost spasmic shiver.
Fifty
foot behind him rose a wall of black fabric that was stretched by the soft
masses of a tit spread on the ground.
He
started running.
*
Liane
smiled as she saw the tiny dots of people. Some moved between the crumbs of
tarmac next to her body. Perhaps trying to help others. In the streets countless
of them fled. Some larger dots were cars that drove recklessly through the
runners. Her right arm was free for some interaction. With the edge of her
fingernail she touched the car-dots. With each car a good number of runners next
to it was also squashed. Easy with a 10 foot thick fingernail and an eight
foot layer of red nail-polish.
She
sure didn't want to help them. As most of the cars had vanished in slightly bend
cracks in the tarmac she ended the game with a 'BOOOH!'
She
didn't know exactly if the power of her breath or the vibration of her voice had
caused it but she saw immidiately that all the tiny dots stopped moving.
As
seconds passed with no one moving she smiled as she realized that her voice had
knocked them out.
Smiling
she lowered her head. Sticking out her tongue she licked across the whole
neighbourhood of unconscious people. It tasted - dusty.
With a
little yanking and struggling she finally opened her bra and looking at the
mostly undamaged cityblocks in front of her she announced, 'Aaah, I think that
bra was really to tight around my boobs. The seams left some red marks on my
skin. I think I need a massage for my soft flesh. Will you help me out?'
With
that she raised on her knees and elbows and edged a little bit forward. Lifting
from the bra her naked boobs were swaying to and fro in the sky. Then she
lowered them and delighted in the tickle of cityblocks crunching as they were
flattened beneath her heavy tits.
'Whooo,
you did that good. But I wanna share my lustfull bodywith all of you. You don't
mind if I move on?'
With
these words she had already buried the next cityparts under her soft flesh.
Carefully she swayed with her shoulders to give her asteroid sized wrecking
balls a rotating movement. Shivers went down her spine as she carefully created
circular valleys of death with her hardened nipples. Then the flash came down
again to complete the destruction.
Without
a thought for the destruction under her hands and knees she enjoyed her titplay.
Block after block - neighbourhood after neighbourhood was flattened. Thousands
of people fled and squished for her pleasure. And finally she realized she was
dripping wet. Resting her upper body on her tit cushions and her head on her
cheek she used both hands to rip down her thong. Feeling its wetness she
dragged her feet out of it and threw it across the city. Then she sat up with
her ass coming down between her feet and her shins folded under. CRUNCH! Went
another part of the city and Liane watched a true avalanche of thick lovejuice
slide through cunt-valley and flood over the last undestroyed areas between her
legs.
*
Living
in a small town he was not used to the distances in a city. The skyscraper
loomed so near. Yet it was so far without a car. He ran and ran. After ten
minutes no one was around except for some corpse or a few injured people crying
for help. Then after another ten minutes he arrived at the skyscraper. But first
he had to pass through the crushed area around. The fingerprint was some kind
of a stony desert that wound up in waves of hills. Climb up - jump down, up and
down, up and...
As he
reached the coarse debris around the skyscraper he was shaking from weakness.
But he had to get in. Luckily there was some kind of a path consisting of a
wall. It had belonged to a building that had been crushed by her fingers.
The
wall was like a ramp up to a 4th storey window. Looking inside he saw no one.
With his last strength he threw a stone and the window that had already beeing
stressed by the deformation of the house shattered into millions of tiny pieces.
With a
last jump he stood inside an empty office. The next moment he was running
again.
He
searched the house. He was looking for the stairs. He finally found one but it
was only leading up to the 8th story. 'Whatever!' he thought an ran up.
Stars
danced in front of his eyes as he reached the top of the stairs. But it was
worth it. A small lift platform for transporting tools or antennas to the roof
was there. And it had power. When he reached the roof he awoke from the sudden
movement of the stopping platform.
There
he was. On the roof of the skyscraper. He jumped from the platform and walked
over to a grey metal hut with a door. The door was open and he saw stairs
leading down into the building. But before he went down he turned and looked
across the city. Behind those skyscrapers he saw her. Her mighty ass and the
dirty soles of her giant platform mules. Her voice echoed through the dying
city.
*
'Oh
god, I am wet. I am ready now! I can't wait another hour. Fuck you, realplayer.
Fuck! I wanna fuck something big now.'
And
with that she raised from the ground. She had spared the skyscrapers to save
some toys for the long time. Now lust had taken over. Careless steps crushed and
brushed, ground and pound through the splattering buildings. And three steps
later her platform mules thudered down next to one of the prepared skyscrapers.
Driven by careless lust she wasted no time and squatted on her heels with her
left hand for support on the ground and her right hand spreading her dripping
pussy. Heavy blobs of lovejuice battered the building and it crumpled before
she had even touched it.
With
grinding movements of her feet she quickly straddled the next skyscraper dildo.
Quickly her knees came down and her crotch lowered. Her desire had made her too
hot to take care. Instead of aiming carefully the whole building was splattered
and crushed on her lowering clit which made her only hornier.
'Aaah,
good, but only two left!' she thundered. A step forward. And then a shivering
but carefull descent and the skyscraper found its way between her wet
pussylips. A thunderous moan erupted as she took the skyscraper in. But the
titanic cunt had been closed until now. No lustful finger had prepared a path
for her sex toy. Storey after storey imploded as the skyscraper was forced into
her. Then as Liane's pussylips touched the ground and her clit flattened another
surviving building Liane had to use her love muscles.
Within
a wet burst of pleasure Liane felt her cunt flattening the building. For a
moment she ground her clit over the ground hoping to find some more pleasuring
structures to flatten beneath her lust knob.
Then
she raised again and straddled the last skyscraper. Again she shivered as she
sunk down. But this time the path was open. With a squish and slurping noise
Liane took the skyscraper without too much damage.
*
He
cursed in helpless fear and rage. Between his tears he saw how quickly she
destroyed all the other skyscrapers in her outburst of lust. Now her dripping
cunt was above him. Chunks of debris rained down along with large slimeblobs of
her pussyjuice. The smell of her sex was everywhere and then suddenly she came
down on him. He cried in fear. He saw the cunt. For a moment the whole sky was
cunt. Then she touched the skyscraper. The slimecovered pussylips sled around
the building and the gaping vagina engulfed the building. His ears popped from
the air pressure inside of her titanic cunt.
From
somewhere came light and it was enough to see far up into her sex. Thunder and
shaking announced that her pussylips had met the ground. And high above he
couldn't see the end of her pussy. This skyscraper was the largest. But it
still wasn't enough to fill her. And she knew by now.
'Aaaah.
Tiny skyscraper with all your people inside. You are too tiny. But, please,
...please, please me. Do what you were made for. '
Slurping and rumbling started again. The cunt rose and he could see how her
slimy flesh started to tear the edge of the roof away. The whole front of he
building was starting do dissolve. Quickly he jumped down the stairs. Another
moaning downstroke began as he reached the floor.
The
strokes got faster and faster. Seven strokes later he arrived five storeys below
the roof. He wanted a window and quickly opened several doors. Then suddenly he
stumbled into a room and saw flesh.
Half of
the room was missing. Torn off by the lustfull wrath of her cunt. With the next
stroke a heavy desk was dragged with the slimy flesh and crushed into pulpwood
between the cunt and the floor.
Then
suddenly there was blinding light. Smelly lovejuice dripped down from the edge
of the roof. The whole building was shaken in a tremble of the giantess who had
slid it almost completely out.
Then
suddenly she sunk down again. He saw how her pussylips crushed and ripped of
another large part of the room leaving only six foot of floor behind the door he
was standing in.
'AAAAAaaah!' he heard her thunder of pleasure. Then suddenly all hell broke
loose.
Up and
down, up and down, to and fro he was thrown in the building. She was quickly
humping it and her cunt almost touched the door.
'Yes!
Yes!! YES!! NOOW! aaAAAh!'
He
heard her. He heard her orgasm and suddenly he realized that now came her
vaginal muscles. The walls around him shattered. He was covered in lovejuice and
felt unbearable pressure. A last thought 'NO! I wanted to please mys...!' and
she squished out his life with her orgasm.
Liane
felt good. She had enjoyed to feel the whole building flattening under the
pressure of her vaginal muscles. Now she simply fell backwards without care for
the remaining hour of work. Her head sunk softly into the crumbling
cityblocks. She looked at the sky that really didn't look artifical. With sigh
she stretched out her legs and kicked her mules off her feet. Slowly she started
exploring the city with her barefeet trying to guess what kind of puny building
crumbled under the touch of her skin.
How
ridiculous that she needed to crush a building until she felt its presence
through the hard skin under her big toe.
How
much power was neccessary to crush a building and how easily she produced it
just with the slightest movement of her toe.
What a
stupid guy to do a lifeplay with a 3-mile giantess? Where was he now? Was he
dead? So much could've happened. What if she ad just snuffed out his life with
her first step? What if the inhabitants realized him to be a lifeplayer to be
the one who ordered their complete annihilation?
Or
maybe he was still alive and just trying to climb her magnificient body. But
looking over the city she didn't believe this. There was just too much
destruction she had caused.
For a
moment she discussed in her thoughts if she would do too much of a cheat if
she just finished the city before the ordered two hours.
'A dead
customer is a pleased customer. At least for this job', she thought. And it
didn'T matter if he was dead or would be within the next two minutes.
'People! Your city gave me enough fun and pleasure. Time to go...', she
announced and rised.
There
were only a few skyscrapers left. Most of them had been flattened under her ass
and back. Others had been enclosed in her hunt for pleasure. The few remaining
ones had been somehow spared by her footplay. The outskirts had been
sufficiently flattened during her walk around the town. Between the outskirts
and the skyscrapers were the few remaining intact areas. Her mules had cared for
a part of it. Each mighty sho had left a trail of destruction before coming to
rest.
So with
her sexual desire sufficiently pleased she needed some fast and easy ways of
destruction. She started with the one that she suddenly realised as being
inevitable within the next ten minutes.
A few
well aimed steps took her towards her mules. Pretending to be clumsy she caused
another ten thousand casualties while trying to slide her feet in. Then she
turned towards the last skyscrapers and squatted on her heels.
Piss.
What had been a dirty or smelly word for most of the insignificant people down
there turned into a word of death and humiliation. Skyscrapers exploded and were
washed away. Whoever as hit by the powerfull jet was turned into shredded
flesh. Even indirect squirts hit with enough force to flatten cars and smash
people.
The
flood cleared its path through the city. Whoever got caught by Liane's piss was
soon drowned in the churning stream.
After
long seconds of death the yellow jeat ebbed away. A few very powerfull squirts
finally ended the unbelievable scene. Slowly the brown flood moved to the
outskirts and started to seep into the ground and left it poisened by her bodys
waste.
'It's
good to have my platform mules. I would never step into my own piss with thin
soles or even barefooted.'
That
was her only comment and with no more than ten lazy steps she squished the last
remaining buildings under her weight.
'Done',
she said and gathered her undies and her gown before she stepped off her
playground. She stepped out of he mules and left them on the last step because
of a few squirts of piss on the lower edge of the platform sole. Maybe another
city could be ordered to do a cleaning job soon.
A
lifescan on the control panel gave a reading of 20. That was unusually clean but
one hour and seventeen minutes were an usually long time. But the most
interesting fact was the death time of her lifeplayer. She easily realized it to
be the moment of one of her mot pleasuring orgasms.
A
datachip with a complete six angle video and surround sound went into the
archive. Then Liane touched a green button. The safety check realized that she
was outside stage and with a whispering 'flump'-sound the city disappeared. Back
to it's former place on the planet.
A
display read '20.4432 tons of material including 73 lifeforms displaced'.
Probably an investigation team and a few cars that had dropped into the crater
just after the roadin front of them had disappeared.
Heaving
earned another good amount of money Liane walked upstairs. Her media-system was
programmed to record tonights news. There would surely be some talk about the
toying of an extraterritorial city. The lifeplay had been legal and whatever
they did - her machine wasn't trackable.
Liane
went to bed and had some nice dreams about power and pleasure.
The END
written
by Hedin, september 1999
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