"COME ON OUT. I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU."

  She tapped on the roof of the tram. Each time her nail struck against the top, it dented the thick plastic and metal sheets, resonating loud booms into the cabin. The passengers began to stream out, pushing everyone out of their in fear of their lives.

  Kim watched them scurry out like ants, avoiding her thigh and knee as she rested them on the ground. As the last of them filed out to safety, she stood up, towering hundreds of feet above them. A couple of the former passengers turned to watch, her gigantic nude body a work of scuplted art. They watched her raise a smooth foot and slowly lift it over the empty shell; it was easily the same length as the twenty-five foot train car.

  Kim lowered her foot. The metal immediately began to compact around her heel and ball, being spared only around the high arch. The windows shattered, collapsing inward as the car groaned in agony. One of the handle poles inside snapped and speared through the metal sheet of the side wall. The front end burst open like an overfilled balloon, sending a spray of glass and bolts into the plants by The Mirage. The center of the car began to collapse in on itself as Kim's foot pressed down on it whole. The tan skin of her toes crunched through the top, breaking through the last of the supports, and the rest of it gave up it's struggle.

  Kim ground her foot down for a moment and smiled at the crowd that had decided to stay and watch the display of power. Chunks of plastic and metal jutted out from around her heel and she giggled at the ease of it all. She turned to the crowd and they craned their necks to see her beaming face so high above them.

  Her incredible body was taller than all of the buildings around them, the tan skin glowing a showdowy brown in the dim lamp light of the boulevard; it suddenly flared a dark red as the valcano on the outskirts of the Mirage began to erupt. She threw back her head and laughed as the crater boomed, spewing out jets of flame that illuminated her towering form. Her entire body rippled with the rythmyc jiggling of her amusement, the muscles tensing in the firelight, the freckles speckled across her giant breasts dancing. She looked back down and her deep brown eyes sparkled with the reflection of the crackling yellow flames.

  A man feinted, the image before him to awesome to behold. Others screamed as they turned to run, scurrying into the rows of idling cars trapped on the street. Kim took another step forward, the ground trembling as the ball of her foot sank into the crumbling sidewalk.

  "THAT'S RIGHT, RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" She began to laugh again, her sultry voice echoing between the canyon of the hotels. She turned to look at Nikki, an arched eyebrow over one eye. "I DON'T REALLY WANT TO HURT ANYBODY."

  Nikki stepped up behind her, wrapping a thin arm around her friend's shoulders and pressing her their long body against each other. Kim closed her eyes and sighed as the warm fur of Nikki's crotch brushed over the sensitive skin of her posterior; she took hold of Nikki's hand and squeezed as Nikki whispered in her ear.

  "NEITHER DO I, BUT SOMETIMES IT JUST CAN'T BE HELPED." Her pink lip curled into a light sneer as her nose wrinkled in mild disgust. "AND AS FOR THIS MISERABLE EXCUSE FOR A CITY, IT'S TIME WE HAD OUR WAY WITH IT LIKE IT'S HAD IT'S WAY WITH US."

  "AND HIM?" Kim nestled her nose into Nikki's blonde hair as she leaned her neck back across her broad shoulders.

  Nikki smiled as she looked back towards the Mirage, her own pale skin glowing an auburn red as the volcano continued to bellow out it's last spurts of anger.

  "MAYBE WE'LL PURPOSEFULLY HURT JUST ONE PERSON; IT'S TIME FOR ME TO HIT BACK."

  Nikki ran her had down Kim's front, brushing a firm nipple with the tips of her fingers before tickling the light ripples of her abdomen. She softly pushed Kim away, moving her forward towards the golden windows of the Mirage. She stood there smiling, she could feel the power within her and she couldn't help but laugh as well.

  "I'M COMING FOR YOU REEVE! YOU CAN'T GET AWAY! YOU'VE PUSHED ME AROUND LONG ENOUGH! NOW IT'S MY TURN TO GET EVEN!"

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  One building away, on top of the tropical Mirage, a helicopter blew a fast wind through chain fences and loose wires. It's pilot was screaming orders at somebody across the helipad.

  A man was standing aghast in the doorway of his personal elevator. He had a full view of the destruction of his casino and the triumphant forms of his wife and her best friend. Their giant bodies loomed higher than the Mirage, glowing red in the light of the erupting valcano.

  And they were starting to come closer.

  His suitcase had fallen open and the loose papers had all been swept away in the helicopter breeze. One of his attendants grabbed him by the arm and physically dragged him over to the open door of his transport.

  He sat limply at the horror of it all, vaguely feeling the belts and straps as they were tightening his limp body to his seat. He heard the click of a lock off in the distance as the door to the helicopter was secured and the whirr of the rotor blades as they began to cycle faster in preperation for liftoff.

  But all he could comprehend was the giantesses that stormed closer and the sudden explosion of gold-tinted glass and white plaster as they crashed through the first arm of his Mirage. The rooftop shook with the impact, but the vibrations were short lived as the helicopter began to rise into the night.

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  Mara nodded her head in satisfaction as she took one last look over her cleaning job. The Mirage suite had never looked so clean as the porcelain tiling sparkled under the faint moonlight filtering through the windows. She dimmed the lights as she closed the door and heard the lock click shut, walking back down the hall with pride.

  Back inside, the windows rattled as a wave of sound buffeted them with powerful force. Outside the tinted glass, a gorgeous sight was developing, breaking through the orange plaster of the Treasure Island. Two beautiful maidens, hundreds of feet in height, bloomed from the decaying ruin of the neighboring hotel. Their muscular bodies tore through the once sturdy construction as they grew, their bodies bursting apart the giant casino in a slow-motion ballet.

  They swerved their wide hips and pressed their bare skin through floors of steel and concrete; pushing away the confining skyscraper with thin fingers and firm breasts. Their long legs split apart the foundations and they kicked nimble feet to shed stray bits of rock away from their tanned thighs and calves.

  The giantesses smiled down at the miniature world below them, streets full of cars and walks lined by dots of lamplight. One, with skin of sun-darkened brown, easily plucked a large street car from the ground between her hands, examining it before setting it back down and flattening it with the sole of her foot.

  They embraced in a matter of sorts, caressing smooth skin and kissing briefly in the heat of their power. The other pointed a long arm towards the Mirage, her pale skin glowing milky white as the full moon shined down behind her, fluttering a deep red with the dying flames of the erupting volcano.

  The two giant women began walking forward, the tinted windows shuddering with each of their steps. The muscles of their legs tensed, the calves hardening with each placement of dainty feet. Their full breasts danced back and forth, swaying hypnotically along with the width of their hips. Their eyes were wide, their hair bouncing about their ears as they loomed closer.

  They filled the wide expanse of the windows, the gray moonlight vanishing from the room. A plant tumbled from it's table, the vibrations at their approach proving too much for the thin base to accommodate. A light flickered, the sound of a mirror breaking piercing the quiet.

  The tanned plain of Kimberly's stomach stretched out across the panoramic view as she stopped in front of the hotel. The firmed curve of her breasts circled upward as the deep valley of her decolletage bounced above the tinted glass. They slowly swelled outward as she breathed, the thin layer of muscle underneath tensing. She lifted one of her arms and swung it down in a wide arc far above the top of the Mirage.

  The entire suite shook, cracks forming in the plaster of the ceiling as her fist collided with the rooftop. There was a delayed boom and the flat screen of the large television exploded. One of the support pillars split, spraying chalk along the floor as it shattered. Outside, pieces of the white roof rained down, standing out in stark relief against the wall of her brown skin.

  Kim bent forward. Her breasts, perfect spheres that hung proudly from her long torso, drifted down; her dark nipples were rigid, the long tips waving slightly as the whole jiggled with life. Her chin appeared, her moist lips parted in a wide smile with teeth that gleamed a pale white. She stopped leaning down, the end of her nose wrinkled slightly as her smile broadened and she suddenly shot back up.

  Concrete burst upward as her breasts crashed through the floor; Kim's laughter filled the air as she felt the walls melt around her tender flesh. The impact sent glittering glass showering into the suite and across the clean rugs and tile. The queen-sized bed smashed into the ceiling, the posts piercing the stucco popcorn as it flew. Carpets split as the unyielding domes raised into the sky, toppling over furniture and sending debris hurtling downward through the gaping hole left behind.

  Kim pressed her body forward, rubbing her chest over the fragile top of the building and compacting floor after floor with her massive endowments. Plaster shattered, folding inward as it was unable to hold the incredible weight. Spacious suites suddenly found themselves filled with her giant body as the three top levels of the west leg disintegrated in a thundering roar.

  An arm's span away, Nikki looked down at the northern leg of the Mirage as she smiled. A helicopter was starting it's ascent and she knew that her abusive husband was inside, fleeing for his life. The black, mechanical bird was no bigger than the span of her hand and she could have swatted it down with ease; but she wanted to toy with him first.

  Nikki reached out with a long arm and purposefully missed as she waved her fingers through the air.

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