Irina was enjoying herself. After growing to an incredible height she began trashing New York with a wide grin on her face. The people were so cute and so pitiful. She plucked a car up and crushed it in her hand. The steel and leather crumpled like so much aluminum and paper in her powerful fist. She released her fingers and noticed that the metal hadn't pricked her skin. Now that she thought about it, while she could still feel the sensation of the car crumpling in her grip, she didn't feel any pain or discomfort like she thought she would have.
"Am I... invincible?" she breathed with disbelief. "I want to feel it again."
Irina tossed away the first car then started grabbing fresh cars one after another. Squeezing, crushing, and compressing each vehicle, sometimes even two at once, and feeling the metal buckle and the gas and oil run down her delicate fingers. "Mmhm, that felt great."
Irina turned her attention to the buzzing at her face. When she realized what it was she gazed lovingly at the reporters in their little bitty whirly-birds, absentmindedly releasing two paltry wrecks from her clutches down upon the screaming crowd beneath her notice.
Scott had heard the rumbles as he napped in his bed. He had had a busy week visiting the New York offices of his firm and was taking a much needed nap before meeting some associates for drinks later that night. It must have been an earthquake he thought to himself and began to doze off again. His eyes snapped open as his mind caught up with his body and he realized he was in New York NOT L.A.
"They don't get earthquakes in New York!" Scott mumbled to nobody as he rushed to his window. Was it a meteor? Terrorists? Nothing could have prepared him as he snatched away the curtains and gazed out. Two gigantic bronze columns confronted him with stark reality. He followed their curves up and up and only when he saw where they met did he realize what he was looking at.
A great gust of wind caught Irina's skirt and raised it up like a dutiful servant at his queen's orders. Irina giggled with amusement as Scott and the other customers of the Ludlow were blessed with the image of Irina's silken-panty-covered pussy's divinity.
"Oops!" the hotel shook with Irina's husky voice. "I guess you're all getting quite an eye full aren't you? Well enjoy it and don't worry everyone, I have a feeling you'll all be seeing MUCH more of me. I think I'm GROWING again!"
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