Jessica awoke from a marvelous dream. In her dream she had grown to thousands of feet tall and upon realizing her all-encompassing might and glory began a rampage throughout England causing destruction the likes of which the world had never seen. She squashed the pathetic military beneath her delicate feet and wriggling toes. She raised her pert ass high in the air and bent down arching her back provocatively just so she could reach the MUCH lower altitude that the minute little RAF jets were flying at and with a cat-like growl swat them out of the sky. She laughed as she brought her hulking body upright once more. Clouds caressed her shapely belly as she adjusted the untold tons of breast flesh that stretched and weighed down her bikini top. A vision of fully expressed femininity in all its sexual glory and power was on substantial display to the point of being absolutely lewd. Anyone who dared looked up had their minds irrevocably broken and collapsed in a foaming heap of pure LUST and DESPAIR.
With a gentle hum Jessica decided it was time to visit somewhere else, Paris perhaps? After making up her mind she skipped all the way to France, causing devastating earthquakes that were felt across the planet.
"Oh, silly me, that wasn't a dream at all, was it?" she said as her eyes mockingly gazed down at the city beneath her face. "You're all so much nothings beneath the gorgeous body of a superior being like me. Sometimes I forget you're there and not just a dusty carpet." Jessica stretched over a conquered and horrendously ruined Paris, hundreds of buildings and thousands of lives ground into the compacted Earth under her smooth back or hopelessly crushed beneath the supple cheeks of her juicy ass, and smirked seductively up at the sky.
"I can feel you, I can feel all of your tiny insignificant eyes staring at me through your SOPHISTICATED satellites. Teehee, I know you're watching, marveling at this luscious body, quivering in your puny boots while contemplating what I could do to this world, what I'm GOING to do." Her arms reached over her head and tousled her deep coffee-colored locks. Whole crowds of people that were already hopelessly lost in her hair were tossed around carelessly like the little mites that they were by her expansive yet delicate fingers. Whoever wasn't dead after that was at least severely crippled as they lay in fear between the threads of her hair. Each fiber thicker and stronger than steel beams yet so silky and soft.
"Hopefully you all know now that you can't FIGHT me, that its completely HOPELESS. All you worthless beings can do now is WORSHIP ME."
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