Giantess Stories: Reign of Terry      Story by Kiler   Part 1  Terry was walking down the street of a big city one mostly sunny day when she realized

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Reign of Terry

    Story by Kiler

Part 1

Terry was walking down the street of a big city one mostly sunny day

when she realized that she had the power to grow as big as she wanted.

'Cool,' she thought. 'I can grow as big as I want.'

She then realized that she could either grow right out of her clothes,

or have her clothes or other objects grow right along with her. She

classified this fact as cool also.

Not wanting to waste any time, she decided to test her newly realized

powers on the sprawling metropolis surrounding her.  Being that she

was

possibly antisocial, it's a good bet that she wasn't worried about the

effects this would have on the general populace.

Terry concentrated on growing (but not too hard; that can cause

headaches). She grew just a little bit, from her normal 5'4" to

about

5'7". This didn't cause any passersby to even blink; they all

seemed to

be studying the ground. Her 3"-heeled strappy sandals gripped

her feet,

and her skirt rode up a little on her thighs and got a little tighter

around her 36C bustline. Terry rarely wore a bra, she likes people to

think she's a slut (she probably is, too). This growth excited her, so

she decided to try a little more. To avoid attracting attention too

early, though, she ducked into the nearest alley.

A homeless man who was sleeping in the alleyway opened an eyelid as

she

walked past. 'What a looker. Wish she was a bit taller, though.'

Terry reached the end of the alley, which widened out into a kind of

courtyard. 'Here goes nothing,' she thought, and began to grow. Slowly

at first, maybe three inches a second. 5'10", 6'1",

6'4" ... It was a

curious sensation, like floating.  She felt full of helium gas. If she

closed her eyes, she felt slightly dizzy... 6'7" ... Her clothes

began

to stretch, then tear. First under her arms, then down her sides and

at

her neckline. Her sandals creaked loudly and broke where the straps

met

the soles... 6'10", 7'1" ... The growth accelerated; her

clothes ripped

away... 8 feet, 10 feet, 12, 14 ... Euphoria washed over her, a

circular

breeze wrapped around her towering nude body... 20 feet, 30 feet, 40,

50

... Her head passed by windows several floors up in the surrounding

buildings. She leaned over to peer in a few, but the courtyard was

getting cozy, fast... 80 feet, 100 feet, 120, 140 ... Her head was

higher than the ring of buildings and her hips bumped either side as

she

turned to look around her... 200 feet, 240 feet, 260, 280 ... Clearly

visible above the buildings from the street, still no one had noticed

her; too absorbed in their own selfish worlds. Some residents of the

surrounding buildings heard strange scraping sounds and went to their

windows to investigate, only to see a massive wall of flesh. Their

minds

couldn't interpret what they saw, so they decided to ignore it

completely... 350 feet, 400 feet, 500, 550 ... Difficult to ignore

now,

the inner walls of the buildings were pushed outward by her quickening

growth. The few people with apartments on that side were either

shocked

or crushed by the falling rubble, the first (among many) of her

victims... 700 feet, 800 feet, 900, 1000 ... At 1200 feet tall, Terry

stopped her growth and knelt to complete the collapse of the faltering

structures at her feet.

The cloud of dust and rain of debris finally captured the attention of

pedestrians and drivers alike. Hundreds looked up into a full solar

eclipse, this high-rise with legs who peered back at them with little

interest.

Part 2

Terry looked about at her surroundings, at the buildings she had

crumbled under her immense thighs and posterior, at the dumb

pedestrians

staring up at her, at the smart ones running away; at the chaos of the

local motor traffic. The little people were only about 1/4" tall

to her,

like upright ants in tiny clothing.

The mid-day sun warmed her back and shoulders. She felt better than

she

ever had in her life, more free than she had ever thought possible.

She

tossed her thick, flaming red mane and stretched, arching her back and

reaching upwards. Her breasts jutted proudly from her chest, and more

than half the local male population had to adjust their trousers,

stimulated at the sight.

An eerie quiet had fallen over the area, the only audible sounds were

the breeze blowing through the valley of buildings, and the

chop-chop-chop of a distant helicopter.

"Aaaah," rumbled Terry. "What a great day." Then

all hell broke loose.

Terry's hands screamed down into the crowd. The ground shook with the

impact, cars and people flew high into the air, and a red mist covered

Terry and most of the neighborhood. She rose from her knees and took a

step forward into the street. It was difficult not to slip on the

suddenly slick pavement. Giggling at the pandemonium caused only by

her,

she slowly lowered herself onto her rear end, her legs extended before

her. The buildings she used for support caved in floor by floor.

Terry's

hips didn't fit between the buildings on the narrow street, but no

matter. Her weight pushed them over and outward. They seemed to fall

in

slow motion to the people below, their tops shifting off their

foundations, then shattering into hundreds of deadly pieces,

flattening

humans and vehicles on adjacent streets. People trapped under her legs

and buttocks by the trampling crowd looked up just in time to see the

cause of their demise.

Terry reached into the crowd. Deftly plucking up a tiny woman by the

back of her sweater, Terry brought the wriggling speck to her face.

Studying the woman closely, she could barely make out the glint of a

miniature locket around her neck. Using her fingernail and a steady

hand, Terry picked the locket from the woman's neck, tearing her

sweater

and bra and giving her a nasty gash in the process. Totally intrigued

by

the locket, Terry tossed the injured woman away without a thought,

flinging her more than a mile before the woman became paste against

the

roof of a pawn shop.

Using her power over matter, Terry grew the tiny locket to her scale

and

placed it around her neck.

"Pretty," she said, not one for much articulation. "I

wonder what's

inside. Oh, it's empty. Well we'll just have to fix that."

Again she reached into the crowd, this time picking up several people

and dropping them inside the locket. Snapping it closed, she let it

fall

between her breasts. It hit her chest with the force of a wrecking

ball,

jostling her minute prisoners violently. They could hear the beat of

her

massive heart thrumming through the metal walls, and prayed for a

chance

to escape.

Meanwhile, Terry turned to see police and news helicopters approaching

her fast. Bringing her knees to her chest, she spun around on her

rump,

demolishing several more buildings in the process. Reaching forward

with

a speed that belied her size, she pinched two blades of the police

helicopter between her right thumb and forefinger. Stopping the

propeller so suddenly caused the body of the copter to spin in the

other

direction and crash into her finger. It exploded in a brilliant

fireball, and the heat shocked Terry into dropping her prize and

shaking

her hand in pain.

"Yeeouch! That stings!" she bellowed. "That's no way

to treat a lady,"

she scolded at the dead pilot and his crew.

Suddenly bored, Terry looked around for something else to do with her

size. She spotted an adult bookstore, somehow untouched by her rough

play. Quickly shrinking herself down to about ten feet tall, she

ducked

into the abandoned shop and grabbed several toys to amuse herself

with.

She even remembered to get some batteries...

Part 3

As Terry came back out of the little shop, she was suddenly astounded

by

the extent of the damage she had caused. Water mains up and down the

street were broken, twisted and/or flattened; the streets were

flooded.

Huge chunks of asphalt and concrete were strewn about. None of the

buildings still standing had any windows intact. Broken gas mains had

been ignited by severed power lines; several jets of flame lit up the

area.

"Wow," mused Terry. "If that's what I could do in a

few minutes at 1200

feet, imagine what I could do in a few seconds if I was over a mile

tall." Just the thought of being that huge gave her goosebumps.

Sirens in the distance told her that the police had decided to

investigate the disappearance of the giantess. Quickly, Terry trotted

across to the recently vacated office building of Dewey, Cheatham, and

Howe, three jerk attorneys with commercials running on all local

networks. Silently, Terry applauded herself for what she was about to

do

to their business. She can't stand lawyers.

She hopped on the elevator in the lobby to the fifth floor of the

twenty-some story building. It was a bit cramped in there, being that

she was ten feet tall, but she didn't want to ever shrink down to the

level of the worthless, petty population that she loathed so much.

Getting off the elevator, she walked to a nearby conference room with

an

easy, sauntering gait. She was in no hurry, she had all the time in

the

world.

Walking to the large central table in the room, Terry dumped the

contents of her goodie bag out onto it. She had KY jelly, Ben-wa

balls,

vibrating dildos, a leather whip, a cane, and a killer leather

two-piece

with thong and bustier. Slowly she donned the two-piece outfit,

growing

it just enough to fit her frame, but not enough to cover much of

anything.

Placing the other items back into the bag, she climbed onto the table

and sat with her legs crossed in front of her, the bag in her lap as

she

began to concentrate. Her head presently bumped into the suspended

ceiling, but she hardly noticed.  The table collapsed under her

increasing weight, and still she grew. Her head pushed through the

floor

above, bigger she got, wider. The floor beneath her began to creak and

crack. Her growth rate increased and it gave way. Walls were pushed

outward, furniture upended, the building began to shake.  Outside, the

police had arrived. They approached the area on foot, as the roads did

not exist for several hundred yards.  Hearing a ruckus inside a nearby

building, several went in to investigate.

Terry couldn't hold back any longer. Her growth rate exploded, and the

building strained to hold together. She fell through to the ground

floor, crushing a group of police officers beneath her. She stood, and

the building came apart around her.  Her head burst through the front

wall, her butt through the rear, and she lifted the roof off on her

back

as she stood to four hundred feet, five hundred, six, seven, and then

she really poured it on. Looking down, she felt as though she had been

launched from a cannon pointed straight up as the ground fell away

faster and faster. She passed her previous height of 1200 feet and

kept

on going. She passed 2000 feet and only grew faster. 3000 feet, 4000,

5000, she gripped the bag in her hands and spun with glee. More than a

mile tall now, she wasn't done growing yet, two miles, three, three

and

a half, and she stopped. She realized that she could get much, much

bigger if she wanted (and she would), but for now, she wanted to

experience this height.

She set her bag of toys down on a metropolitan hospital complex, which

housed several victims of her first tirade. She'd get to them in a

minute. First, she wanted to just feel the city. Being careful not to

cause too much damage (relatively, you understand) too quickly, she

got

down on all fours. Her breasts hung heavily, heaving with the breath

of

her excitement, virtually pointing the way to where they wanted to go.

Giving in to them, Terry slid her arms out to either side and lay face

first onto the riverfront. Her right breast covered the football

stadium

completely, filled with tiny fans who had been oblivious to her

earlier

rampage. Her left breast crushed a shopping mall and parking garage,

filled with shoppers who thought they'd beaten the Christmas rush.

Her lean, flat stomach smashed a drug-infested neighborhood, several

(in)convenience stores, liquor stores, banks, and a highway crowded

with

late day traffic. Her thighs demolished churches and grocery stores, a

park, and the local police and fire precincts. Relishing the feeling

of

the little structures breaking beneath her, she rolled across the

river,

sinking boats and barges under her legs, hip, and arm. Settling her

rear

end onto a major university, she wiggled it and dug into the soft

ground.

Stretching out, she relaxed into the ruined cityscape. She explored

her

new massiveness. Her explorations gradually became more passionate.

Buildings shook and collapsed against her. An apartment highrise

situated between her legs fell toward her hands' eventual destination,

and as it impacted, she gave a gasp. Too involved to remove her

leather

covering, she simply shrank it until it broke away. Her breasts were

squeezed pleasurably, then burst free. Her hands found their now

unbound

target, and as she penetrated herself, she released all tension and

came

with a roar.

The landscape for tens of miles trembled for minutes afterward.

Part 4

Coming awake with a jerk, Terry realized that she must have blacked

out.

She hadn't come that hard since she'd screwed her college history

professor. She held the record for most professors screwed (ironically

at the college smothered under her backside) and made the Dean's List

twelve times in a row. Hell, the dean was even on her list. But I

digress.

Shaking off the after effects of her, literally, earth-shattering

orgasm, Terry sat up with a resonating "CRUNCH!" Looking

around, she

enjoyed the cool breezes, which struck her body at different levels.

It

was really a unique experience. She pondered the flattened riverfront,

and noticed the virtual dam she had created. Polluted river water

poured

out onto the flood plain. So much for the warehouse district, she

thought idly. But then it wouldn't have lasted long anyway.

Reaching for her sack of naughty toys, Terry shrank herself down to

the

more manageable height of 2400 feet. Turning toward downtown, she

headed

straight for the city's bigger buildings. They began to sway from side

to side, and their rocking became more violent as she got closer. To

avoid them tipping over before she arrived, Terry slowed her

footsteps,

timed to their swaying, and stepped as gently as a 5 megaton female

can.

Terry reached the nearest building. It was a modest 30 stories, and

came

just above the top of her ankle. Kneeling in front of it, she waited

for

it to stop swaying before she set down her sack. Gently then, she used

her right forefinger as a humongous bulldozer, and pushed smaller

buildings, broken pavement, and the dirt beneath up to each side of

the

little skyscraper to stabilize it.

Terry suddenly realized that she didn't know if the building was

occupied or not. She slid back away from the building, and spread her

massive form across dozens of city blocks. The unlucky occupants of a

news helicopter, thinking they were out of harm's way behind her,

quickly found themselves smashed between her legs. She felt the

explosion, but to her it felt more like a fly landing on her. As she

settled into the ground, her breasts pushing their way through the red

light district (no hooker ever had hooters like these!), she brushed

the

destroyed remains of the copter absently away. Now she was at a level

to

see in the tiny structure.

Sure enough, the windows of the building were packed with miniscule

onlookers. This pleased her greatly. Reaching into her sack, she

pulled

out the lubricating jelly, and squirted some out onto the roof of the

building and along its sides.  Working her hands up and down the walls

of the building, she made it nice and slick. Sliding up onto her

knees,

Terry used what was left on her hand to lubricate herself, though she

didn't need much help. Carefully, Terry walked forward on her knees

until she was just past her target. With two hands, she spread herself

wide, and slowly, gradually, sank downward.

It was a strange feeling having the tiny building pushing up inside

her.

Its walls were so thin, they felt like parchment paper. It was kind of

nice, actually. As she took in more and more of the building, its

shape

confined itself to that of her inner walls. The people inside were

terrified to see the walls in front of them bulge and flex, the floors

beneath them bending to keep up. Darkness came upon them, and they

didn't expect ever to see the light of day again.

Terry settled herself all the way to the ground, compressing the

material she had gathered about the building's base beneath her

weight.

Then, reaching again into her bag, she pulled out the smallest

vibrator.

It was nearly 150 feet long, only about four inches to her. Turning it

on, she pressed the tip into the ground. Little people, vehicles, and

buildings exploded from the ultra-powerful vibrations. She lifted it

into the air, and pressed it between her breasts. Turning the knob to

a

lower setting, she gently rubbed each breast with the device, causing

her nipples to become hard enough to cut glass.

Now she was ready. She turned her little toy back to its maximum

setting, and slid it down her body. As she pressed it between her girlpictureteaseteen.1blogs.es

legs,

close to her love 'scraper, she breathed in hard. Leaning slightly

forward, her legs bent to either side, she supported herself with her

unoccupied hand and began to bounce, not very high, but enough to send

incredible waves of pleasure to her brain. She became flushed, hot,

but

not as much as the tiny occupants of the building boiling inside her.

She began to moan and writhe, being less and less careful, bouncing

and

bucking about. Suddenly, the foundations of the building ripped free,

and before it was crushed within her, she pushed the vibrator inside

her, inside the building, shattering it to molecules. Shaking with

lust,

she twisted and fell, growing unconsciously faster than ever before.

By

the time she landed on her back she was already four miles tall, and

still growing, digging a deep crevasse in the earth. Five miles she

reached, six, seven, ten ... she was still cumming and her rate of

growth increased... twenty miles, thirty, fifty ... she screamed and

the

whole state trembled. At sixty miles tall her growth finally came to a

halt. The little city where her tirade had begun now lay entirely

under

her rear end.

But Terry was oblivious, for she had again lost consciousness.

Part 5

Terry slept. It takes an incredible amount of energy just to exist

when

you're 60 miles tall. She put out enough heat to melt everything

within

a two mile radius of her body. The combination of heat and pressure

from

her weight had formed a bed of smooth obsidian beneath her, conformed

to

her shape, which flowed as she moved. The human population was

appalled

at the destructive force which had appeared without warning, and

threatened all life on earth. Even worse was that this unstoppable

force

was a sentient being with an apparent lack of morality.

National authorities were at a loss as how to stop her. All they could

think to do was dispatch the entire bulk of their militia, foreign and

domestic, as well as police officers from the tri-state area to carry

out the largest evacuation in history, spreading the population out

amongst a wide area, knowing full well that should she awaken, she

could

still catch and then smash them all with ease. The evacuation

continued

for days. Terry slept throughout, hardly stirring. When she turned

over

once, however, half a million evacuees and authority personnel were

flattened in an instant, beneath her immense breasts, tummy, arms,

hips,

thighs, and even her face. More than 1500 square miles of highway,

towns, forests, lakes, rivers, hills, and valleys were rendered

uninhabitable, and virtually impossible to cross by land.

Weather patterns for most of the nation were drastically changed. High

pressure systems built up on her west side, unable to climb six miles

to

clear her hips, let alone the eight miles necessary to pass over her

chest. High humidity and high temperatures made the area from a

hundred

miles to the west of her nearly unbearable. Low pressure systems

plagued

the land to her east for a thousand miles, bringing brisk, cold winds

in

the middle of a balmy summer.

Finally, after remaining comatose for four days, Terry began to waken.

Her first thought when she opened her eyes, was how she had never seen

such a deep blue sky. Sitting up and looking around, her eyes found no

recognizable terrain. It appeared to her that she lay in a flat,

featureless field. Her eyes narrowed to the horizon, trying

desperately

to find something to tell her where she was. Then it hit her. The

horizon line, which should have been a straight line, was greatly

curved.  Standing up, she saw the curve increase. She knew what that

meant. She must be huge. Beyond huge, immense. The thought of being so

large excited her. Why, she could walk all the way across the country

in

just minutes! All the way around the world in just over an hour! What

power she wrought, what havoc she could wreak! But why stop at this

measly height? Why not show this world the meaning of huge? She could

fill the sky! Just the thought of it made her knees go weak.

For hundreds of miles, people looked up at the towering menace,

paralyzed with fear. There was nowhere to run from her, nowhere to

hide.

Every movement of her titanic legs caused the sky to split. Those on

the

ground beneath the passage of her seven mile long feet were

momentarily

bathed in absolute shadow. It seemed strange to them that she should

pass overhead without sound, not realizing that at her speed of

movement, sound, and the ensuing shockwaves, traveled far behind. The

little people found themselves rooted in place, many falling over

backwards like a penguin watching a plane, as they followed her

passage.

Seconds later, they were wiped away by the powerful, shimmering

shockwaves she caused. In places where her feet landed, exquisitely

detailed prints were left. Footprints were all that was left, however,

as nothing on earth could withstand 1.3 thousand gigatons, even spread

out over almost 17 square miles (about 28,000 tons per square foot!).

Terry found walking quite difficult, as her feet sank so far into the

earth that it was like walking on quicksand. Each step caused her to

kick tons of earth miles into the air, covering whole counties under a

thick layer of debris. She soon tired of the difficulties associated

with this height. She decided that five miles tall would be much more

manageable, while still being huge by this planet's standards. Now she

only pressed down with about 1.2 tons per square foot of pressure,

making it much easier to walk on the tortured ground.

Immediately, Terry noticed that the ground beneath her feet was

extremely warm and glowed red. A lesser being with thinner skin

probably

would not have been able to withstand the temperatures she bore,

caused

by the weight and heat of her larger self. The damage she had caused

now

spread before her farther than she could see. Jumping up and down

(which

caused her breasts to bounce in the most provocative way), she found

she

couldn't make the slightest dent in the ultra-compressed earth on

which

she stood. Figuring then, that not much of interest still existed

behind

her, Terry decided to press forward.

Climbing up out of her self-made valley, Terry tried to get her

bearings. The sun, which had been directly overhead, was now behind

her.

This meant that she faced to the east. With her former walking speed

and

stride length, she knew she couldn't be far from the eastern seaboard.

That meant lots of big cities to explore, and lots of damage to cause.

Clapping her hands with glee, Terry skipped her way to the ocean.

On the way, Terry came across a miniature passenger train crawling its

way across the countryside. This gave her a wonderfully naughty idea.

She stepped on the track well in front of the train to stop it. The

engineer slammed on the brakes, nearly derailing the train. She then

shrank once more to the paltry size of 1000 feet. When it had

completely

halted, she separated each car, and picked them off the track.

Discarding the ones without windows, as they would be uninhabited, she

placed the ones containing people side down, and stacked them in two

piles, one top of each other to prevent the passengers' escape.

Ripping the wheels off the engine, she lifted it to her eye level.

Through the engine's front windows, Terry peered in at the terrified

engineer. He pressed himself against the rear of his cabin, gripping

the

wall with outstretched hands. His terror increased ten fold as she

opened her mouth and placed the 40 foot long engine on her enormous

tongue. With the skill of a whore, Terry spun the tiny engine, about

2"

inches long to her, around and around, over and over in the cavern of

her mouth. Finally, she stopped, the engine facing outward. Shrinking

it

on her tongue to the size of a small pill, she tilted her head back

and

swallowed.

The engineer was on the verge of a heart attack. The spinning around

and

over would have made him ill if he had been able to feel anything but

fear. Then he saw her huge teeth and tongue grow even larger.

Everything

tipped upwards, and he watched as the light from outside her mouth

dwindled away, he and the engine falling, falling, falling... splash!

Thick,foul-smelling corrosive fluid enveloped the tiny engine, and in

a

rush of bubbles, it was gone.

Terry turned to stand over the pile of passenger cars. "Mmmm,

these

things are tasty. But a girl's gotta watch her figure.  I really

shouldn't eat them all. They must have other uses, and I bet I can

come

up with a few!"

Reaching for the top two cars, Terry prepared for more mischief, while

several supersonic jets streaked toward her position.

Part 6

Still 50 miles away, but realizing the danger in getting too close,

the

jet squadron's commander ordered all missiles fired at the target.

The

giantess was much more mobile than their usual target, he knew, but

also

much larger.  Some missiles might miss, but if any found their way it

could mean victory.  Losing this one battle, unlike others, could mean

the loss of the war.

Terry held the two passenger cars in the palm of her right hand, and

raised them to eye level.  Looking closely, she could see the sheer

terror on the tiny ones faces, even though they avoided her gaze, as

one

should the gaze of a goddess.

Carefully, she used one violently-purple painted nail to peel away the

roof of each car.  Then, squeezing them ever so gently between folds

of

her palm, she shook the contents out onto her other hand.  Tiny

couples,

perhaps on their way to lover's retreats, tumbled out. Tossing the

two

railroad cars away (killing the lower floor passengers), Terry grew

each

couple (save one) to different sizes, the largest to almost 100 feet.

She then ordered them into an odd sort of orgy while she lay beside

playing with herself.

The normal-sized man and 100 foot woman seemed to be spending the most

time together. These were people after her own heart. She told

herself

that if they lived through what she was about to do, that she'd take

them with her. They'd share the world, and beyond.  But first, her

keen

eyes had noticed the volley of missiles streaking towards her sex

scene.

She recognized her vulnerability at this height, and so, moving her

little

players to safety, began to grow.

Part 7

Terry didn't have much time.  The missiles were incoming at three

times

the speed of sound, and would reach her in just seconds.  Quickly she

shot up to two miles, and nearly lost her balance.  Patiently, she

waited for the missiles to come into range.  Then, arm out-stretched,

she swept her massive right hand through the cloud of missiles.  Most

of

them exploded against her palm; the ones she missed spun out of

control,

crashing harmlessly against a barren hilltop.

Scanning the horizon, Terry spotted the jet squadron about twenty

paces

away.  Reaching out with her power, she shrank them to the size of

ladybugs.  Their engines unable to burn with the now huge air

molecules,

they stalled.  At the mercy of the mighty winds, they were scattered

far

and wide.  Some of the tiny pilots were able to eject, and parachute

to

the ground.  Being only half an inch tall now, though, they each had

horrifying adventures until each met their deaths in equally appalling

ways.

Turning now to her little harem, Terry found them all staring at her

with admiration and awe.  She loved the feeling that she was an object

of worship to these beings.  This was what it was like to be a

goddess.

She decided to share that feeling with them.  Looking west towards the

horizon, Terry spotted a shimmering city on the ocean coast.  Scooping

up her little group in one hand (and several acres of grassland), she

set out for the shore. Terry followed the rail line, which put

several

small industrial towns in her path.  She bull-dozed right on through

them, crushing homes, factories, office buildings, etc. to dust

without

even feeling them.  Well, that wasn't exactly true.  She was aware of

them, inwardly she felt a thrill as the shadow of each great foot fell

across the tiny structures milliseconds before they ceased to exist.

Glancing to each side, she noted the shockwaves created by her passing

as they crumbled buildings for miles out of her way.

The destruction was not lost on her passengers.  They cheered her on

as

she steadily progressed toward her goal.  A mere thirty minutes later

(it would have been shorter, but she kept taking detours to smash

landmarks which caught her eye), they had arrived.

It was a beautiful, gleaming city, by a pristine, deep blue bay.

Suspension bridges crossed the rivers, elevated trains ran here and

there, and towers of glass and steel rose toward the sky.  Well, the

sky

for the tiny inhabitants, that is.

Terry had been cautious on her approach.  By placing each foot down

carefully, and rolling from heel to toe (actually more fun than just

stomping), she had preserved the city intact for her little ones.  She

planned to teach them their new roles as giants and giantesses.  Terry

gently sank to the ground, her lovely behind descending onto rows of

suburbian houses and various stores and shops.  Tiny humans ran about

looking for a way out that didn't exist until they were caught,

smothered and compressed beneath her.  She then spread her legs and

grew, her long limbs surrounding the bay city, her ankles dangling out

over the shore into the ocean.  Terry relaxed in the warmth of the

summer sun, reclining and leaning back onto her hands, each of which

crushed small outlying towns without mercy.

Lowering her hand, she deposited her pupils into the center of town.

She made them each about 800 feet tall, with the women slightly taller

than the men.  She then quietly instructed them to find inventive ways

to play with the city and anything they might find about it.

One of the men walked to a sturdy-looking, cylindrical, nine-story

parking garage.  It seemed the perfect shape and size for him.

Already

excited by the situation, his female partners, and, of course, his

immense goddess, he plucked the garage out of the ground and slowly

penetrated it with his engorged member.  Floor after floor loaded with

automobiles burst upwards until he reached the end of his shaft.  One

hand supporting the structure, he reached for the loveliest of the

three

little giantesses, and bent her over a 42 story building.  Slowly they

made love, tiny cars, vans, and trucks tumbling out of her on each

outward stroke.

Another couple played hide-and-seek among the taller buildings,

stomping

up and down the streets with little regard to the fact that they

didn't

fit between the structures.  Their play grew more and more rough,

until

the woman tackled the man across several blocks, and they began a fury

of sexual positions, grabbing up handfuls of people to crush for

lubrication.

The last couple watched the antics of the first two for a while,

rubbing

each other amorously.  The woman finally backed the man up between

Terry's legs until his back was against her gigantic labia.  They

dwarfed both the man and woman, and had Terry been normal-sized and

they

shrunken, they could easily have passed underneath and between her

buttocks standing up.  But Terry's incredible weight had sunken her

deep

into the earth around the city.  Water from broken mains and indeed

from

the ground itself welled up forming a small lake that the lovers waded

through.  Terry's vagina was at ground level, and as the woman pressed

up against the man lustfully, they both began to slip inside their

goddess.

Terry was ecstatic.  She resisted playing with herself, instead

concentrating on the antics of her fast-learning pupils.  The two

between her legs surprised, but pleased her greatly.  As they slipped

deeper within her, she shrank them slightly so that they would be more

comfortable.  As she did so, they fell completely within her, and she

lay back (flattening a nearby mountain range) and began rubbing her

hands up and down her massive torso.  Her mind wandered, and as she

thought about the two couples she could no longer see, she reached out

with her power to grow them, so that she could see them without

getting

up.

It was the end for the remaining inhabitants of the city by the bay.

The man of roughhousing couple playfully shoved his female partner

down

just as she grew to six miles high.  She fell beneath the suddenly

unsupported other woman who had been leaning on an office building,

and

her lover fell atop her.  The resulting crash leveled the entire city

in

one fell swoop, a sight which drove the lovers into an orgy frenzy

which

they brought to Terry. They climbed atop her stomach and chest,

playing

with each other and Terry's immense breasts as she petted them, and

cooed encouragement.  Terry's rapture began to peak with so much

attention, and as she came, they all came together in one enormous

(pun

intended) group orgasm.  Seismometers around the world registered the

shifting and shaking that lasted several minutes, and actually split

the

ocean state from its parent continent, such was the sexual power

released.  Satisfied that school time was complete, Terry began to

formulate her plan for the future of the Earth.

Giantess Stories: Reign of Terry      Story by Kiler   Part 1  Terry was walking down the street of a big city one mostly sunny day when she realized

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