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......
******************************
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.
******************************
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 thought 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 blocks 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 it 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.
*****************************************
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
Sitio recomendado:Giantess videos
Giantess Stories: Monica XL by Chuckcjc Part one
Monica stepped out into the sun and onto the hot desolate sidewalk. It was a Part one: Divine intervention. Part one: Divine intervention. by Chuckcjc by C
giantess18
en
2021-08-01
Acording with the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (“DMCA”), Pub. L. 105-304 If you believe that your copyrighted work is being infringed, notify our team at the email [email protected]