Your truck was your life. You'd spent a fortune on it and wanted to keep it in pristine condition. You even paid extra each day to park it in one of the more expensive rooftop lots near your office just so that you could keep an eye on it from your desk.
You'd come out of a meeting about lunch time when one of your co-workers came running over to you.
"Erm, you might want to check on your truck."
You rushed over to the window to see what had happened and were treated to the view of a gigantic woman. You were distracted for a moment by her enormous chest before realising that she was sat where you'd parked your car.
You were already trying to recall if your insurance covered act of giantess before you realised she was holding something - it was your truck! She was lifting it like a weight, with each curl you noticed she expanded slightly. You watched your car appearing to get smaller in comparison to her growing hand.
You snapped into action and repeatedly banged on the glass. Eventually she must have heard the noise you were making and looked towards your office, finally spotting you.
"What do you want?!" she snarled in a way that would have made you fearful if she was just regular sized.
You overcame your momentary shock at how intimidating her attention being focused on you was and pointed furiously towards your truck.
She looked at the truck, now tiny in her hand and a cruel smile crossed her lips, "Oh, is this yours?"
You nodded vigorously, in response she dropped her smile and crushed your truck with ease in her strong hand.
"Whoops." she said completely deadpan while keeping her eyes locked on you, "Oh well, it was getting too light for me anyway."
It looked like it was time to get a new truck... and a new place to park it.
Meta: Miss Issy's pose lined up so well with this background, I didn't know if I'd find a fit at first. The giantess sitting or resting on a building trope is something I haven't done enough of.
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