Then she spotted the city. Surely someone there could help her. Eagerly
she waded towards the distant buildings. The waters rose then and ebbed
from her gigantic body as she crossed the bay. But once again her
impetuous hurry betrayed her, and she stared guiltily at the little
bubbles of boats sent to the bottom of the bay by her churning thighs.
Desparate now to get out of the water she headed for the nearest docks.
But everywhere she looked there was no place to escape the waters
without stepping on something. Finally, in a bit of a huff, Janice chose
the most sparely populated section available, and climbed out of the water.
It never occurred to her the awesome spectical she made as she lifted
her titanic body onto the docks. Water cascading from her like a
waterfalls. She moved with a ponderous kind of power that sent thousands
screaming into the streets. Her bikini only served to accentuate her
colossal figure, and she had a body to be proud of. Tall and lith,
muscled and very feminine. Her hair was long and blonde, her eyes a
lovely shade of green, her lips pouted and unsure as she glanced down at
her feet. Her right foot was standing on the smashed remains of a
warehouse, her left in the middle of (of all things) a parking lot.
It seemed that no matter how careful she was, things were getting
stepped on. And she was getting tired of it. And there was that weird
feeling in her gut.
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