Jessica had been wandering around London all afternoon. Clad only in one of her favorite sets of intimate nothings, she boldly stomped her way through buildings and people alike. Normally this would have been incredibly rude and someone would have already had the police after her but today wasn't normal, today was exceptional. Today, Jessica was one thousand feet tall and invincible. Oh, someone had called the police of course but upon their arrival they were nonchalantly smashed into the ground by her stocking clad feet. So much debris and greasy puddles were all that was left of them.
She put her hand up to her perfectly sculpted brow and searched for a good tall building to play with. The Shard, a classic London skyscraper, was perfect for what she had in mind. She languidly swayed her hips as she skulked over to her prey. The building shook and swayed to and fro as the now tiny people pressed against its windows in awe. A ridiculously huge Jessica Impiazzi was seductively approaching them like a stalking lioness in the Serengeti. Breasts that could crush multiple cars at once jiggled with untold power in her bra, thick, mighty leg muscles tensed and relaxed under velvety stockings and her piercing icy blue eyes glowered at them through a veil of thick mahogany tresses.
"I'm coming for yooouuu...!" she sang as she swiftly closed the distance between them. "What a big tower! You're just tall enough to be my lover. Would you like that? Hm? I can't hear you, sweety, I asked you if you would LIKE that."
Her right hand held the Shard as if it were a boyfriend's neck while her left hand gently caressed its side. However what was gently for her was anything but for the structural integrity of the building. Glass shattered and teensy people scurried away from the might of their goddess's love.
With a scoff Jessica ground her tantalizing and fearful pussy into the tower's facade. The motion's incredible impact caused a gas leak and concurrent explosion in the Oblix bar and grill and rocked the building further. The vibrations struck her clit in just the right way as a few unlucky souls fell through broken windows to the uncaring ground below.
"Mmmmhm. So you DO know how to touch a WOMAN. But lets see if you can handle a GODDESS."
An hour later the face of London had been forever changed. The cityscape and skyline were disfigured beyond repair. An ignorant observer would think London had succumbed to some sort of massive air raid if not for one inexorable piece of evidence. The Shard of Glass, once a respectable building representing the pride of all Londoners, was a heap of powdered rubble swimming in a veritable ocean of some sort of clear viscous fluid. A heavy, oppressive and distinctly feminine musk pervaded the air making it nigh unbreathable. Jessica had of course ground the monolith to dust in her lust-filled rage and by the looks of her footprints had grown a fair bit more meanwhile.
The news had put out one final broadcast that day before all hope was abandoned and it played in an incessant loop on any telly that remained turned on. A newly mile tall Jessica Impiazzo moaning with her eyes rolled back in all-consuming pleasure, rides the remains of the Shard and screams as she suddenly climaxes. Her body expands at an exponential rate and you hear a roar that sounds like, "OH, LONDON, YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD LOVER!" A hand the size of a ten story building reaches out and the chopper and its camera are smashed as the feed cuts to static.
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