The passengers on the 156 bus en rout to the city train station sat quiet, still as can be, shivering with fear, the awe-inspiring image of Eileen's immense feet in the middle of the intersection. "Shhh.." the bus driver quietly hummed to the 30 passengers on his bus. The 156 had been stopped in its tracks when Eileen stomped in the middle of the intersection and now it's cargo could only hope for the best, gigantic feet and toes only fifty feet from the bus's front tires. "What the fuck is that giant bitch gonna do next?" one passenger asked in a whisper.
THAT SMARTS, Eileen moaned, looking down at her big toe. EW, WHAT IS THAT SHIT?!? Eileen marveled as she held her soft hands over her plump moist and red lips. As the giant bent over to grasp a glance at her festering toe, her boobs swayed in her bikini top, cleavage peaking out sexily for the world to see. Far below her pretty bikini-clad chest, Eileen watched as a seeming lava flow of pink fluid began flooding onto the street at her feet. Eileen stepped back, the cars she crushed sticking to her sweaty soles as she lifted her feet.
The pink ooze percolated prettily as it foamed up and gathered ground within the confines of the intersection. Eileen stood high up, looking way down, her hands holding her luscious long locks back from her face. HOW PRETTY. PINK, MY FAVE COLOR. Eileen's mouth gaped as watched the fluid wash over several dead bodies and several cars. The girly pink foam appeared to bubble, hardening as it encased the dead people in a rock hard tomb. EW, HOW AWESOME! Eileen mused, squealing like a girl at Sweet Sixteen.
"We have to get the fuck outta here!!" a man cried on the 156 bus, as the pink, and increasingly perfumey potion paved a path in the bus's direction. Slowly, effortlessly, Eileen's sore spot had spawned a monster which began moving along the street. The pink river of foam was now at the door of the bus and was eating away at the tires. "Fuck this shit! I'm outta here, a large man exclaimed as he bolted for the door. The man barged through the parting doors, and stepped squarely into the feminine pinkness. "Aaaaa! Help!" the burly construction worker cried as the pinkness enveloped his body like a wrapper around a candy bar.
EEileen stood high above the bus, observing the commotion from the comfort of 150 ft above, her smile wide, lips moist and hair flowing gorgeously. LOOKS THAT LITTLE MAN WAS SCARED STIFF, Eileen comically quipped to the stunned populous. Eileen giggled. AAAHHH, I KNOW, I CAN BE A REAL GAS SOMETIMES. Eileen sucked so cutely on a finger, grinning down at the bus. OR MAYBE THE PUNY MAN WAS FROZEN IN FEAR. Eileen bent over and picked up the stiff remains of the entombed construction worker, examine the death up close. YOU POOR PEOPLE. I WOULD NOT WANT TO BE IN YOUR SHOES, Eileen purred like a sex kitten, loud enough for people to hear.
MMMMM, THAT SMELL IS SOO FAMILIAR. OH!, Eileen huffed as her boobs became firmer and she began to blush. OOOOOOO...MMMMM..DELICIOUS. Eileen's nostrils, flared and her mouth moistened. The pinkness painting the street below was now emitting strong pheromones into the air, making Eileen so hot. OH....MMMMM...I SO WANNA GO ON A RAMPAGE....Eileen amorously stared down at the bus
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