Ana had felt odd on Monday. She felt vibrant and full of energy on Tuesday. Her clothes felt tight on Wednesday. Ana was surprised to have gained five inches on Thursday. She burst out of her apartment and grew to fifty feet on Friday. She was a five hundred foot giantess, stomping through New York on Saturday. As Sunday dawned she was a five thousand foot goddess.
What an adventure I've had this week, she thought to herself. From a supermodel to Mistress of the World in only seven days! "Mmmmm," Ana thrummed. "What a beautiful morning! How shall I entertain myself today?"
Ana stomped around for a bit but quickly got bored and began closely studying a few particular buildings. She stared at the wriggling mass of humanity between her feet and got an idea. She slowly bent over and smiled as they squirmed faster and screamed even louder. Towers, apartments, people all smashed under her perfectly toned ass eliciting only a small giggle from the titaness. After taking a moment to bask in the morning sun and her goddesshood she started to lean over.
Putting her hands out in front of her, she mushed the other buildings and dirt and humanity into a pile under her crotch. "Heehee!" she tittered as she shaped the very earth to her liking. The government was of course still hard at work trying to take her down. Two squads of jets halfheartedly made aerial twists and turns around her divine form. The wind they made brushed her tremendously prodigious breasts. Her nipples responded by growing and hardening into thick, juicy nubs whose girth would put the thickest sequoia to shame. They protruded dangerously from her tight red corduroy one piece. Just as she was soaking in the scrumptious feeling a foolish pilot flew just a bit too close to her perfect ass cheek, lost control, and crashed right into it. She gasped as her pussy began to drool multiple gallons of her heavenly nectar from the feeling of absolute power.
"You used to be called the Big Apple didn't you? I don't think that name really fits anymore," she thrilled as an idea came to her as she lustily glowered down at the mortals drowning in her juices. "Hah! You're more like... a sundae! The ground and buildings are the ice cream, you tiny bugs and your planes are the sprinkles, my cum is the thick, creamy syrup, and of course I'M the luscious, moist, delicious CHERI ON TOP!" Society fell to its knees as Ana's laughter echoed across America.
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