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Short Story: The Walk!
🕑 Added 2023-11-18 03:59:55 +0000 UTC
Lydia Barron, a formidable warrior, honed her skills tirelessly, sculpting her body to ascend to unprecedented heights. Yet, all her might seemed inconsequential when she found herself in the realm of the Yume, towering above a world she once considered significant. Clad in nothing but a pink and black bra and underwear, Lydia hesitated, torn between embarrassment and her warrior's pride.
Gazing down at the miniature islands beneath her colossal stature, she mused, "Just as the legends foretold." Despite her reluctance, Lydia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the magnitude of her existence overshadowed the tiny populace below. The heat of her warrior's blood surged through her veins, prompting her to untie her bra, a symbolic gesture echoing her transcendence over the diminutive world.
Lydia smiled as her breasts bounced free, her nipples stiffening with the sensation of liberation. She stretched her arms overhead and exhaled deeply, savoring her freedom before casting her lingerie aside, its minuscule size vanishing into the clouds and crashing down towards the the world below, crashing into the small cities filled with people who could only look up as the end approached.
Lydia's heart thumped rapidly as she slipped her hand beneath her panties and stroked her womanhood, her fingers sliding across her folds as she fantasized about the countless lives she could influence, her power and potential seemingly infinite as she wondered what she may look like to the little people below.
Lydia remained blissfully unaware of how her colossal form shrouded in clouds obscured her from the view of the tiny inhabitants below. To them, she was an enigmatic silhouette, an indiscernible force that dwarfed their entire world.
The minuscule dwellers on the floating islands found themselves under the scrutiny of Lydia's mighty brown eye, an unintentional gaze that bestowed upon them an awe-stricken perspective akin to looking up at a deity. As Lydia bent down, her actions took on an unintentional symbolism, her colossal figure making the mundane act of undressing seem monumental in the eyes of those below.
In her world above, Lydia's focus shifted to her own actions. Unburdened by the knowledge of the spectacle she unintentionally presented, she continued disrobing, striping off of her panties throwing them to the ground below watching as they set forth even more destruction to the city below.
She stepped forward, her gigantic toes dangling over the small cities below as her upper body slammed into the floating islands, causing them to crumble against her unyielding skin.
She only smiled at her power, her face flushing as the wind whipped across her body, the sensation of being exposed invigorating, her warrior's soul emboldened by the prospect of conquest. She spread her legs apart, her pussy dripping with arousal.
Her head dizzy, took a few steps forward, her colossal thighs crashing into the smaller islands, crushing the inhabitants beneath her, her feet stomping onto the larger lands below, causing the inhabitants to flee in fear as the ground shook beneath their feet.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of the air as it brushed against her nipples, her breasts swaying as her body moved.
she wanted to feel them more, to taste them, her fingers moving to her lips as her tongue wrapped around them, sucking on them, her free hand stroking her clit, the pleasure sending her to ecstasy as she leaned forward, her giant breasts brushing the clouds away from her body as her musk wafted downwards, the scent intoxicating to the inhabitants below.
Her breathing quickened, her heart beating wildly, her body flushed with arousal. She opened her mouth and began to pant, her breath sending gusts of wind downwards, whipping many more islands away with hurricane force.
Lydia with a moan lunged her face forward her cheeks crashing into the islands below, smashing them and the inhabitants to pieces, the fragments falling away as nothing but dust as with her target locked Lydia opened her mouth wide as she looked down at a far off island that floated close to her face.
The people there were frozen, unsure of what to do, their faces pale and their bodies shaking, their homes broken and their livelihoods destroyed, as they where faced with no choice but to look up at a massive cavernous opening and a set of teeth larger than anything their world had to offer.
“Dear god”
