“This is KCBV Radio reporting from Port Town, a city under siege. Celebrity party girl Tara Reid and a Ms. Bethany Patters, a prominent young safety researcher, have quite literally taken over this city of five million residents. The scene downtown would put any sci-fi movie to shame. From Port River to I-565, a trail of giant footprints dot the landscape, in some cases crushed cars and debris pulverized in their wake. Eerily, twenty foot long stands of female hair can be found along streets and sidewalks, at times tangling people as they flee. Toppled power lines, caved in streets and over turned cars make it appear a war has broken out. No war, but we can assure you two very large women have made themselves quite comfortable in the middle of the Port River and have refused to cooperate with law enforcement and other authorities. The two women as we have previously reported are roughly 150 feet tall with bravado to match, showing no modesty in their skimpy bikinis, taunting the population.”
“These two women have killed roughly ten people and blocked passage of thousands of commuters to safer ground,” the Mayor said at a news conference earlier. The Chief of Police was equally as sober; “I want to make it very clear that we are preparing to use whatever force necessary to prevent these two destructive people from harming anyone else. They appear to be resting on their raft and do not pose a threat currently. We will continue to monitor the situation.”
Beth climbed off the raft as it gyrated and moaned from silky skin sliding against it, gentle waves stirring. Helicopters continued to buzz high above, cars could be heard honking, bumping and grinding their way ever so slowly along the Port River Bridge and City Highway. “Oooh, this water feels to warm and luxurious,” Beth said as she lowered herself up to her shoulders in the 40 foot deep Port River. “Just enjoy this experience. I bet you haven’t taken a vacation in ages.” Tara asked in an effort to get to know one of her new fans. “I’m a safety researcher at the Port Institute of Technology. I put in long hours and its lot of stress trying to come up with ways to engineer safer cars for people. It’s a lot mind-numbing math and science. So, even just a few hours of sunbathing does this girl wonders”
“Aren’t we the brainy one?” Tara teased as she stuck out her tongue from high on the raft. “Let’s put that pretty brain of yours to work messing with all these people.” Adjusting her hair and neck on the headrest, crossing her legs, Tara sighed with, “One thing I have over that Paris and even Britney is this giant thing. If nothing else, I’ll easily be on the cover of People next month.”
Beth scanned the cityscape as she soaked in the river, sun beaming down on increasingly darker olive skin, her big brown eyes treating themselves to views of lines of traffic, scores of people scurrying about, ears taking the sounds of car horns, ambulances and police sirens and helicopters above. With eyes now fixated on the expansive and traffic laden Port River Bridge, Beth lowered herself beneath the surface of the water, arms and hands finding the bottom as she frolicked and refreshed herself from the intense sun. Still beneath the surface, the giant Beth brought her body to a horizontal position and propelled herself in the direction of the bridge. Having been under water for some three minutes, people watching the duo’s antics from land were beginning to get nervous. Those on the bridge stuck in their cars got out to examine the river’s surface to see if they could spot any air bubbles approaching. “Holy shit! She’s coming!” a woman on the bridge exclaimed at spotting a trail of ripples. “Get off the bridge! Get off the bridge! The giant woman is approaching!” another helpless driver proclaimed. Some 150 people started exiting their vehicles, running on foot, pushing and shoving, while others refused to leave the comfortable confines of their cars.
The bridges surface rumbled as from an earthquake as the giant Beth had made contact with the structure’s underwater supports. Beth placed her feet on the river’s floor, crouching in place as she listened to the muffled commotion above, just savoring the moment before she acted a scene she imagined if she were Godzilla. Then like the monster she imagined herself playing, Beth jettisoned her pretty body above the surface, a rush of pressure vacuuming all the air out the immediate vicinity as motorists watched stunned as long black hair gave way to big brown eyes, gorgeous olive-toned face, glossy pink lips. Beth continued to rise like a moutain from the deep, as people watched as her breasts, wrapped in a sensuous shiny copper colored halter bikini, rose above their heads, giving way to a flat wash board stomach and finally the largest, yet cutest belly button in the world. Beth had risen to her full height as hundreds of gallons of water cascaded down like the Niagara off of her hair, shoulders and down her vast and silky body, many gallons pouring on the bridge, drenching some thirty motorists and flipping three cars. The water’s surface lay some twenty feet below her bikini bottom.
People screamed while others stood in silence, staring in awe up at the goddess’ face which stood some 60 feet above them. Others were afraid to make eye contact and looked straight ahead, that is straight into to Beth’s belly button that hung level with the bridge’s surface, just over the guardrails; the sexy naval simultaneously menacing as well as mocking the hapless citizens.
Beth pulled her long wet dark hair back along her neck and shoulders, adjusting her bikini and monitoring all the activity below her. The roadway now nothing more than a toy set. OK PEOPLE, ABOUT TIME I FORMALLY INTRODUCED MYSELF TO YOU. Most of the crowd stood at attention, listening intently so as to avoid a conflict with the giant, such as a misplaced hand picking them up or a pretty finger flicking them across the roadway. However, Beth tracked a group of some ten people running just below her, heading the direction out of town as well a car pushing up against another vehicle in a hasty retreat. HEY YOU, PEOPLE. STOP RUNNING. AND WILL THE DRIVER OF THAT CAR STOP FUCKING AROUND. I WANT EVERY ONE OF YOU PEOPLE TO LISTEN UP. ANYONE I CATCH RUNNING AWAY AGAIN IS GONNA RUIN IT FOR EVERYONE ELSE. Beth pauses, sighs as she places a finger on her sultry lips. Then smiles. THAT IS, I’M LEAVING OPEN THE OPTION OF EATING ANY ONE CAUGHT RUNNING AGAIN. Beth lowered a finger and crushed the front end of the escaping vehicle. “Hey, I think I have a dick big enough to satisfy you!” a courageous and daring man blurted out up to Beth Rolling her eyes as she placed her left hand sensuously on her waist, Beth lowered her right hand ten feet above the roadway and extended her middle finger.
NOW LET ME EXPLAIN MY ROLE AS GIANT AND YOURS AS PUNY PEOPLE…
Tara was a having a fine time taking in Beth’s antics as she enjoyed listening to Nelly Furtado on the rafts mp-3 player, music emanating from speakers within the headrest. Impressed that she remembered, Tara whipped out a joint, which she lit up in delight. Tara studied the menu options on the vehicle remote control, headset affixed neatly within her hair. Nelly’s “Promiscuous” thumping in her ears, when the remote’s LCD screen came on, a view of some forty people crammed into some large space. Another view rotated on, a view of the river, a towering Beth in the distance. Scrolling below the image, the remote menu displayed, “Ferry”. Tara’s eyes widened.
With the headset’s mic just at Tara’s glossy red lips, the giant was prepared to completely fuck up a lot of peoples’ day. With LCD screen scanning the vessel’s forty some passengers, Tara primped and cropped her body on the raft, locating the most comfortable reclining position for maximum luxury. Raft’s rubbery plastic surface moaning and sighing accordingly as she puffed n her marijuana cigarette. Like a Goddess from above, Tara addressed the unsuspecting passengers via the ship’s PA system. ATTENTION PEOPLE. At first, the passengers paid no attention, dismissing the voice as just another announcement by the ship’s staff. Tara started laughing. ATTENTION TINY PEOPLE, THIS IS TARA, THE GIANT WOMAN ABOUT TO EAT YOUR CITY. Tara giggled as did many of the people on the boat, thinking the staff was joking.
Tara then took over the vessel’s controls as the captain stood stunned at the wheel, watching it as it moved seemingly on its own. With long fingers rotating the remote’s dials, Tara increased the boat’s speed to 40 mph, then 50 mph within ten seconds, steering the boat in the direction of the bikini-clad giant beauties. For maximum terror, Tara steered the boat erratically, watching as people fell to the floor, screaming in shock. NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE LISTEN. I AM ONE-HALF OF THE TEAM OF GIANT WOMEN WHO HAVE TAKEN OVER THE CITY. THIS BOAT BELONGS TO ME NOW. I CAN SEE EVERY ONE OF YOU, INCLUDING THE CUTE GUY IN THE BLUE SHIRT THERE. People turned and located the man, convinced this was no joke; they were unwitting captives of an oversized bikini-wearing giant sunbathing party girl bent on one-upping other Hollywood starlets and pop tarts.
Tara guided the boat closer in, the view of the giant Beth ever larger, and a menacing figure standing in the river. Passengers stared in disbelief at Beth’s size as they approached, some gasping. DON’T EVEN THINK OF JUMPING OFF THE SIDES. IF I SEE JUST ONE OF YOU PEEPS TAKE A DIP, I’LL GO GODZILLA ON THE REST OF YOU.
…THIS WHOLE GIANT EXPERIENCE HAS REALLY MADE ME GROW AS A WOMAN, Beth bantered on to the nervous people on the roadway below, unaware of the approaching ferry vessel. EW, THAT CAME OUT WEIRD. I MEAN, WHAT I WANT TO SAY IS I FEEL SO LIBERATED, LIKE I CAN TAKE OVER THE WORLD. AND…
The ferry was now within 50 yards of the towering Beth as Tara slowed the watercraft down to 30 MPH, guiding it under the bridge. Passengers hastily jumped over the sides or toward the rear, trampling each other in the process. Tara smiled as the expanse of water between Beth’s thighs and below her bikini bottom came into larger view. Tara aimed, hit the accelerator and crammed the vessel between Beth’s legs, nestled in, cold metal pressing on warm silky female flesh, trapping the boat dead in its tracks as passengers were thrust forward like rag dolls. OUCH!, Beth rang out.
Beth, mid-sentence in her speech to the commuters, was knocked off balance. The leggy giant found herself momentarily straddling the ferry, her cute ass resting on the bow. Severak people and five cars at the front of the boat were sent reeling beneath Beth’s butt. Passengers’ views were engulfed by the enormous bikini bottom. Feeling herself fall backwards, her right hand grabbed the edges of the bridge, but her attempts at remaining upright failed. Like a great big skyscraper on demolition day, Beth’s legs gave way, ass, arms and legs overturning the ferry as her gargantuan proportions made a thunderous collision with the water’s surface, the mighty fall stopped only as the colossus approached the riverbed.
Tara held her hand to her mouth, not in shock, but in an effort to hide the giggles that came out. OOPSY! LOOKS LIKE WE NEED TO GET SOME NEW LITTLE PEOPLE.
Tara held on as the raft swayed and rocked from the tremendous waves and wind that ensued, taking in destruction in seeming slow motion…
A puff on her joint for maximum pleasure.