Isabell's Revenge part 2

Chapter 6

Isabell had grown again, but not a bit.
Even from the platform, Mike couldn't see her face.
Or her chest.
Or her butt.
Not even her knees.
The only thing he saw were her feet. Huge, enormous, gargantuan feet!
Covering most of Vienna!
Her ankles disappeared in the clouds, such was her vastness.
Isabell's feet slowly moved from side to side, as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Vienna was crushed, just by this, unconsciously performed, action. Isabell stood no less than twelve miles tall!

"Gee, Mikey, I think your city failed my test. I can't even see it as I'm standing in it. And you said my home town is an unimportant dog hole....Come on, where is it? Where is Vienna, Mike? Did I miss it? Hahaha!" Her voice boomed from the heavens, it seemed like God was announcing Judgment Day. For Vienna, it was. She killed over a million people in just twenty seconds.

Mike started to vomit. This was more than he could stand. His view narrowed, then blackened. He felt he was about to pass out.

A sudden gale blew the clouds away. It was Isabell's doing, she simply changed the weather by blowing. The sky cleared immediately. The oak shook violently from the wind, but remained rooted. The tree with the TV still stood upright, too. Isabell had thought of everything.
She bent down, her face large beyond imagination. Fortunately, the sun shone from an angle behind Mike, otherwise, her face would have darkened the entire sky.

"Oh, there it is! What a place! It can't even bear my little feet standing in it. Is that your "cultural centre of the world"? Where are the museums? Where is Schönbrunn Palace? Probably powder under my soles." Isabell smirked. She couldn't even see Mike anymore, even the mountain ledge was hardly visible. But she was sure he heard her.
She continued to humiliate him, now thinking of how he bragged about his money. "But such a wealthy guy like you is certainly willing to treat his girlfriend? How about a foot manicure?" She lifted one of her 1,5 mile long feet. Parts of Vienna still stuck to her sole, and her lifting caused tons of debris falling down. Mere crumbs to her.
"Let's see, I need a dozen bulldozers to remove the lint from under my toenails. A lake worth of water to wash my feet, of course, since your fucking hamlet, Vienna, dirtied them. I need a thousand workmen with pneumatic hammers to remove the callus from under my soles, the largest industrial circular saw to cut my toenails. And a storehouse full of nail polish, applied by about two hundred men. Can you arrange that for me? Or are you too poor even to grant me that humble wish, Mike?"

Isabell reveled in her new height. The display of her power was overwhelming, like an aphrodisiac. The last part of her plan was about to come, and Isabell got excited thinking about it. She got so excited, before she knew, her fingers were in her cunt. She started to masturbate.
She massaged her clit, which was big enough to put the biggest hot air balloon to shame. She caressed her 500 feet long pussy lips, and imaged them to squeeze an entire soccer stadium into oblivion. She could do that. Nothing could compare to her, not the highest mountain, not the deepest valley, not the largest city. All tiny and insignificant to her, goddess Isabell.....
She came. Her masturbating, together with her thoughts, did their work. Her vaginal muscles contracted with a force never seen on Earth before, sending slime and cum in monstrous quantities down to Earth. They fell for more than six miles, then hit the ground with tremendous force. If Vienna hadn't been eradicated already, entire city blocks would have now.
"AAAAAaaahhhh!!!!" Isabell's blissful sigh caused the trees in the surrounding mountains to bend like in a hurricane. Actually, her sigh was a hurricane. Luckily, she had turned away from Mike's direction, lest her breath would have flipped over the oak, or the "TV tree". And then he would not have been able to witness her last piece of revenge. She turned to him, at least towards the anthill-sized mountain that was his prison.

"So, you like Egypt, eh? A country only for "better" people to spend their holidays, you said. Well, let me see if that is so. Let's see if a simple farm girl can't have fun in Egypt!" Grinning, she waved at Mike and started to walk.

Isabell went south, stepping over the higher mountains and on the lower ones. To her, it was like walking over a rocky, snow- covered terrain. Some of the Alpine mountains were not able to support her weight and crumbled. Others were pressed into the ground. Countless Austrian villages and smaller cities were crushed. Isabell didn't care. She didn't care about the deaths she caused, the mayhem at her feet, the grief of the people over the deceased. The thought didn't even enter her mind. She was only bend on revenge.

Chapter 7

She arrived in Croatia and, after a short walk which replaced Zagreb's city centre with a 1,5 mile long, 3000 feet wide chasm the shape of a human's foot, she saw the Adriatic Sea in the distance. "Right, south it is, down the coast to Greece. Then, turn to the southeast. I'll be in Egypt soon afterwards." She walked towards the sea, uncaring about the city of Split disappearing under her foot, and waded down to the Adriatic towards the Mediterranean Sea. The water barely came up halfway her ankles.
Isabell's movements caused the water of the Adriatic to flood large areas of Italy, Croatia, Albany and Greece. Her weight alone was enough to raise the water level significantly, but a 12 mile woman walking by caused tidal waves that swept entire coastal cities away.

After about a quarter of an hour and many flooded areas later (not to mention countless ships now lying at the bottom of the Mediterranean), Isabell arrived in Egypt. She entered dry land near Alexandria, and took a deep breath. She was sure she was on every news channel now! She mattered, not the economy of the US. Mike was certainly watching TV too. This was the reason why she wanted a TV set. So he could witness what she was about to do to his beloved holiday country. She went for Alexandria, the hot weather making sure she was dry when she arrived three minutes later.
In Alexandria, Isabell went on rampage. Her huge, unforgiving, unyielding feet trampled everything, from the lowliest peasant's shack to the ancient Greek and Roman buildings. Isabell crushed the historical city, founded by and named after conqueror Alexander the Great, to the last house. Soon Alexandria, once capital of a great empire and centre of learning, was nothing but a ruin.
Then she proceeded to Cairo, making sure every place she saw was destroyed. For the smaller villages, about 5000 inhabitants, her big toe was enough to bore them into the ground. Larger ones were trod upon. They crunched like they were made of thin meerschaum.
Isabell continued. The Nile Delta made squishy sounds under her feet, groundwater welled up between her toes. It tickled her soles, making Isabell giggle. Cairo was just a few dozen steps away, every stride of her covered a distance of six miles.

Arriving in Egypt's capital, she scanned the ground. Soon, she saw what she was looking for.
The Pyramids.
The ancient wonders of the world were little more than small bumps to her. She could even barely see them, being of the same color as the surrounding desert sand. Isabell walked towards them, crushing Cairo in the process. To Isabell, it seemed like walking on gravel.
Isabell curled her toes and placed them next to the pyramid of pharaoh Mykerinos. It was hardly the size of the nail of her big toe. Isabell laughed. Did the ancient Egyptians really worked decades for this? This small piece of rock? Flipping her big toe, she shattered the pyramid. It's stones flew like a grapeshot all over the desert.
Isabell bent down. She plucked the next pyramid, the Great Pyramid of Cheops, from the ground. Without hesitation, she put it in her mouth, and started to chew. It crunched like a sugar lump, unable to withstand the power of her teeth. She swallowed it, the millions of blocks used to construct it, all in one gulp. This wonder of the world ended in her stomach.
Turning to the last pyramid, the one of Chefren, she remembered what Napoleon supposedly said during his Egyptian campaign. Turning to what was left of Cairo, Isabell called: "Look! Forty-two centuries I trample down!" And using the ball of her foot, she pressed the last pyramid into the ground. Doing so destroyed the Sphinx as well.
"I wonder if they understood me. They speak Arab over here, not German," Isabell thought. She continued her journey, leaving the Giza plateau for the first time since millennia without a Pyramid.
Walking down the Nile, she looked for more cities to destroy. Egypt would never be a holiday place, full of rich history, again. The desert sands felt nice under her feet, it was just like the sand on the tropical beach in the matrixer.
She saw cracks appear in the ground as she walked, caused by her huge weight. The Nile, this small lint, disappeared into them in a small waterfall. Then, having filled them, the river looked for a new path on its way to the sea.
Isabell felt mighty! She changed the flow of the world's longest river, just by walking next to it. Could she make herself so big she could destroy the source of the Nile, making the river dry out and leaving Egypt without its life-spending water? She had to drain Lake Victoria and trample the Ruwenzori mountains and Kagera hills. Isabell daydreamed about this, as entire cities ceased to exist under her soles.
After having destroyed the city of Aswan, Isabell got an idea. She turned, and headed back to the Nile Delta. She spread her legs, and made another announcement, whether they could understand her or not.
"Sorry about your river, I didn't mean to change it's flow. Heh, heh. Let me make up for it!" Grinning, she started to pee. Her jet of piss filled the Nile, and soon, the river became yellow. The surviving people of Egypt now had to cope with the worst inundation ever, the Nile not only flooding more land that it had ever done in Egypt's history, but also covering the land with foul-smelling piss. Instead of the fertile layer of slick, the Nile now poisoned the Delta, Isabell’s acidic pee making sure it would take a long time before crops could be grown again.
"Salam Aleikum!" Isabell boomed the only Arab word she knew. Laughing, she went back to Austria.

Chapter 8

Isabell was sure Mike had seen on the TV what she had done. No doubt, she was on every news channel. Being only a peasant girl a couple of days before, she now had left her mark. Footprints. Were cities once stood. The Pyramids. And no one could stop her!
She arrived back in Vienna, at least it's ruins, and bent over to the mountain were the oak stood Mike was tied to.
"Did you see what I did to your holiday country? Did you? I enjoyed myself very much! I wasn't bored at all, crushing cities next to that little stream you call the River Nile!"
Then, Isabell made threatening face. As if she had to, being 12 miles tall!
"And now listen, Mike-robe. Should I shrink back to my normal height, don't you ever dare to brag again in front of me! I'll destroy all of Egypt if you do, by growing so large I can drown the entire country in my cum! Do you want that? Me, standing over Africa, one foot in the Atlantic, the other in the Indian Ocean, masturbating all over Egypt! Do you?"
Isabell raised, but then bent over again.
"And if you ever, ever, EVER make a remark about my nose again, I'll give you a big nose. I'll grow so big, you'd consider a thousand times my current size microscopic! I can do that! I'll grow larger that the Earth, larger than the Solar system! I'll grow until I can snort the entire Milky Way like a line of cocaine! Then you can say I have a big nose! But you won't be alive to do so! You're dead then! Everybody is dead. Billions of people! Billions of stars! All doused in the slime of my nose! You got that Mike, huh?"

Mike didn't. He couldn't. He had seen Isabell on the TV, ploughing through Austria and Croatia, trampling everything in her path. He witnessed her wading through the sea. Destroying Alexandria. Cairo. His beloved Pyramids. It was more than a human mind was supposed to bear. He lost all sense of reality, his sanity melted away. Now, he was a vegetable.

Isabell sat down on the place were Vienna once stood ("once" meaning this morning). She stretched her legs, each six and a half miles long, and laid down.
The back of her head felt cold. She turned, lying on her belly now, and found out that a small mountain covered with snow was to blame. Isabell licked the snow away, her hot breath and saliva making it melt in no time. "Just like licking ice flowers off a window," she thought. Then, she turned around again, lying on her back anew.

Placing her hands behind her head, she looked at the sky. "I'm a goddess," she thought. "Not even Mount Everest could compete with me. It is barely tall enough to serve as a footstool for my mighty feet." She lifted a foot and admired it. The foot that trampled cities. Killed millions. Caused countless billions, maybe trillions worth of damage. "Let 'em try to sue me. The mightiest army would be no match for a single belch of me."
She felt her hair, now long enough to be draped over a mountain range. It could be used to hold Golden Gate Bridge, being twice as thick as the ropes they used now. Her nipples eclipsed the highest skyscrapers, her breasts mountains in their own right. And her cunt. She could fuck a thousand men at the same time. Not that any would survive....
Smiling, she closed her eyes. The trip had made her tired. Within a minute, she dozed off.

Chapter 9

"Isabell?" "Isabell?"
Someone called her.
She opened her eyes.
She saw a face.
It was Peter.
Sitting upright, Isabell looked around. She felt a bit confused. She was in the lab!
"W..What? What am I doing here? Where..."
"You were out for a couple of hours. Don't worry, you'll regain your sense of reality in a few moments." Peter put the cap away as he spoke.
"But...what happened? The bottle? The liquid... and." She stopped. It became clear to her.
She had never left the lab. No bottle, no growth, no destruction. The experiment was meant to make her think she was back in the real world. But she had always remained in VR.
"Now, I collected a lot of data," Peter said. "Your brain was very active. Anger, pleasure. And even some lust? Did you have a good time?" he remarked, grinning.
Isabell didn't answer. She saw the cupboard Peter had taken the liquid from, and before she knew, she dove for it. Opening the door, she saw....a stethoscope. Two books. Empty vials. No bottle with liquid.
"What's the matter?" Peter asked. "Are you all right?"
"Err, yes. Just a..a bit confused. I, err, have to go. To a..a lecture. Yes, a lecture." Isabell wanted to leave as quick as possible. Peter obviously didn't know what she had experienced, and she didn't want him to. Pocketing two bills of fifty Euros, she ran for her home.

Lying on her bed, Isabell was rethinking the events. She was able to kill millions. Destroy the most beautiful achievements of mankind. Wreck lovely cities. Was she such a monster? Or was it just, as Peter said, the computer reacting to her fantasy?
Isabell sighted. People played computer games every day, shooting, killing, demolishing. But they would never do this in reality, save a few lunatics. She wouldn't do this. No. Never.
Then, another thought entered her head. She smiled. She didn't want to be a doctor in her home town. No.
She was going to specialize in the medical study of growth.
Who knows...maybe...one day....

THE END