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Irina was a GODDESS. There was absolutely no other way to describe her. Her power was unlimited. Her youth everlasting. Nothing could harm her and things like hunger and fatigue no longer meant anything to her. She could change her size at will from her already tall 177.8 cm (5’10”) to several thousand kilometers and beyond. She had conquered armies by merely batting her eyelashes, changed the course of rivers with her pinky, Irina had held the leader of every first world country on her fingertip as they gave over their tiny blue planet entirely to her whim. Earth and everyone who lived in it belonged to her.
Today Irina opted for the height of 10,000 meters (6.2 miles). She didn’t have a particular reason for it, she just felt it was especially fitting for this occasion. Feeling nostalgic, she had decided to relive her time as a swimsuit model and with a thought her garb changed from her favorite immaculately white dress and heels to a stylish stripey blue bikini. She stood still for a second thinking of a destination before settling on Rio de Janeiro. Stepping off the coast of the Western Cape of South Africa she waded into the Atlantic Ocean and began her swim in what was to her a very shallow pool.
She leisurely cut through the waves, giggling as she capsized the tiny boats she allowed to sail through HER oceans. They mostly carried out business as usual except for the times she teased her subjects by making them provide her with countless tons of nail polish to paint her nails with or when she demanded they fashion some sort of jewelry or skimpy bit of clothing to adorn her divine body. She didn’t need them to provide her with anything since she could conjure up whatever she desired but it was still fun to lounge on a continent at a ridiculous size and watch with smiling eyes as the mites tried their best to manufacture her luxury and transport it to her location. She would then feign displeasure with the item, maybe it wasn’t the right size, maybe it wasn’t shiny enough, maybe the nail polish color was off by a shade, one time she had grown until her toenails were the size of cities and languished for a week as multitudes of little specks tried their damnedest to give her a proper pedicure and paint her nails a lovely shade of violet. When they finally finished she laughed at their pathetic efforts and perfected her peds with a thunderous snap of her fingers. Duly humiliated they were duly crushed beneath the soles they had suffered to service.
Before she knew it, Irina had nearly reached her destination and stood to her full height, great drops of seawater falling from her gorgeous form. A laugh rumbled from her lips as she excitedly made her way towards Rio de Janeiro. Meanwhile the nearly microscopic citizens of Copacabana stared in terrified awe as their de facto goddess rose from the depths of the sea and greeted them with bright hungry emerald eyes and her ever enchanting, ever dazzlingly white smile. The world shook, and the sea churned, enormous waves crashing against her shins as Irina gleefully bounced on her tiptoes up to the beaches of Copacabana.
So excited was Irina to play with her tiny toys and maybe have them play with her really, really big toy that she almost ran right into a jetliner soaring at just about eyelevel. Whipping her head around she flashed a grin at the miniscule aircraft as she passed it. The people inside the plane screamed in bloodcurdling panic as they almost collided with Irina’s breathtaking visage. Several people died from shock including the pilot. Luckily, the co-pilot was able to take over in time and avoid their careless goddess. Those that survived the initial surprise glued their faces to their windows and were greeted with Irina’s bedeviling gaze. She was so big that many of the passengers were certain that they could have flown their plane right through the inky black pupil of one of her eyes.
Of course, having focused on that rude little gnat, Irina didn’t even notice as her right foot’s toes came crashing down on a whole mass of skyscrapers. They were instantly obliterated, nothing but grains of sand beneath the feet of a tall, stunning woman. The remains of the fragile structures compacted deep into the earth under Irina’s 9 billion tons. People hadn’t even been able to scream as within a split-second they went from living breathing human beings with hopes and dreams (including never ever seeing the goddess Irina in her magnificent flesh) to unrecognizable grease stains smeared into the ground. As her impact’s shockwave spread across the city it ripped the ground apart and shattered buildings within its radius. Irina finally took note of her subjects’ plight as she settled her other foot on the remnants of her initial destruction, silencing anguished screams with nothing but her perfect sole.
“Oops,” she said, her heart all aflutter, chuckling in amusement. “It seems so many of you have already sacrificed yourselves to me,” she looked down her nose at all the little lives she owned. Her plush lips curved into a self-satisfied smirk as she caressed her curves, stopping to feel her supple flesh as she plied it with her fingers. She bit her bottom lip and said, “Hmm… did you insignificant bugs know that I was once a bikini model? Whoever’s alive down there, I see you, start worshipping me! Sacrifice your sanity and marvel at your goddess’s body! My bronze skin!” She ran her hands over her arms. “My wet, flowing hair!” Her fingers ran through her dripping voluminous hair. “My luscious toes and long sexy legs!”
Irina began posing for her captive audience, stretching and accentuating her legs as she raked and flexed her toes through the city, steamrolling buildings in their path. “My perky ass!” She turned and bent over, arching her back and sliding her hands along the shape of her buttocks, lasciviously showing off its apple like shape. Irina slapped one of her cheeks making a noise that sounded like cracked lightning and moaned from the feeling as she peeked over her shoulder. “Mmm… my warm wet pussy,” Irina stood straight again as she sashayed back around swinging her wide hips. Once she was facing inland she pushed out her shoulders and slowly pulled her bikini up, stretching it and rubbing it against the folds of her vulva before teasing it with probing fingers. “Oh! Hehe! I AM really wet down there after all!” Irina winked coyly at her adoring, horrified public. She raised a hand up to her face and tapped a single finger on her pouting bottom lip. “But then again I did just come from a swim. Maybe I’m just wet from that, huh?” she said teasingly.
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