But Janice's eyes now turned to the city, to the buildings, filled with
tiny people, streets jam packed with cars, trucks, buses and more people.
And nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. With a wicked grin, a naughty grin,
Janice stepped forward. No longer giving a damn what got stepped on. Her
pussy ached to be filled, and that was the only place with anything big
enough to do the job.
The earth shook as she strode into the city. The buildings rose up around Janice like a stone and metal forest, so it was suddenly strange to be among objects that
were comparable to her own colossal size. Far below the
tarmac cracked and sank under her barefeet; cars, buses
and people were crushed beyond recognition. Water mains
exploded and wet her toes. Buildings shifted on their
foundations and smoke poured out of some. But she paid litle
attention to the mayhem she was causing. Instead she stopped
to admire her reflection in one of the glass buildings.
Playing idly with herself.
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