Strip Tease (Chapter 7)

Jessica slid her wide palms down the luxurious contours of her hips, over the alluring crest of her broader-set thighs, then traced her fingers back up to the swell of her pert bosom, even going so far as to swirl her thumb around her areolas, recently stimulated to the point of a cherried full-stand by the mere application of city sprinkles. The girl would’ve once felt too immodest to go full-bore with any shows of sexuality, when her career specialty was to teeter on the edge of that scale without becoming an outright whore. Of course, things had changed in the last half-hour, particularly after those mean nasty military ants had launched their special firecrackers at her.

            The Stripper now felt silly to have ever been afraid. Her mother, a former entertainer herself, had always taught her daughter to take no shit from anyone, in the business or otherwise. The full force of the United States army was included in that group. Jessica was not a girl to take an assault lying down, and she’d certainly shown them what she was capable of in return. A growth spurt from forty miles to sixty and finally one hundred may have been a bit extreme, but then again the Stripper thought of herself as an extreme gal: ready to push to the limit to get what she wanted. If that meant growing to a height of five-hundred-twenty-eight-thousand feet tall, then that was what she had to do.

            And who were they, after all? A bunch of microbes with access to ticklish sparklers. And by contrast, who was she? A girl who just wanted to have fun. And maybe do some dancing along the way. Could it be helped if she had to mash a city or two into pulp during the process? After all, it was them that first scared her into growing again, for her own protection.

            But now, her scale by comparison to the rest of the world was so staggering that her true potential became clear. Jessica was immensely, unimaginably, deific in her power. Even a simple little dance which swam her lascivious limbs through space was capable of reducing the world’s most magnificent cities into a salt-and-pepper mess of ash and embers. She was without equal, even by a shade. Her dominion had transferred over this single day from the glitzy stage of the stripper’s catwalk to a global stage. The whole world, literally, was her audience. And she was their goddess.

            “I guess nobody down there will be messing with ME anymore, huh?” Jessica challenged with a smile. She brushed her ravishing blonde-wave locks over her shoulders, then tapped a fingertip in the corner of her lip. Swiping her bare heel through the smoking soup of Los Angeles’ remains, she sighed.

            It was a shame, really, that her reign over the ultimate California stop had to lose its audience so quickly. The Stripper was rapidly learning that her public, while expansive, covering whole swaths of land under her booming feet, was also short-lived. But that was show business, after all, whether you were in Vegas or L.A.

            “Where else could I go?” Jessica pondered. As she considered, she tapped her toes again and again in impatient rhythm. With every pulse of those silken pink digits, she absorbed another few miles of enflamed terrain up into her lush foot skin. The sensation was rough at first, but now that she was one hundred miles tall, even the most jagged of skyscrapers became no more severe than spots of glitter. In fact, Jessica couldn’t help but admire the way the wrecked Los Angeles decorated her toes.

            “Thanks for the pick-me-up, guys. If the rest of the world is gonna see me, I’ll have to look my best. And I guess since the part of me that most of you will see first is the bottoms of my pretty little feet, well… they ought to sparkle!” Jessica declared. “And maybe, while I decide where to go next, we’ll have a little rinse. Pretend-spa treatment. You know, a little “me” time. If everyone on Earth is about to meet my dancing feet for the first time, I do want them clean! Imagine how embarrassing it might be if they were all gritty and grimy, ya know?”

            The giantess cast her eyes to the coastline a short distance yonder. Tramping her way across the beached barrier between the azure waters, with her crystal heels dangled from her fingertips, Jessica waded barefoot into the Pacific Ocean. At one hundred miles tall, though, she didn’t so much wade as set foot into a thin trickle of a puddle, which wasn’t even deep enough to submerge her baby toe.

            “Hmm. That’s disappointing,” Jessica whined. “Guess it’ll take a little work to rinse off.” Grinding both feet along the sandy bottom of the shallow ocean, the girl churned up typhoons which washed along the ravage coastline of California. Her soles created a broad enough wall to part the sea itself, and her toes managed to capture a few aircraft carriers primed for battle between the buttery flesh-valleys. Even as she slowly made her way out into the marginal puddle of the Pacific, the thrashing tidal waves of her clean-up efforts splashed violently throughout the whole of California, even leaking across state lines.

            “I wonder what’s out there?” Jessica mumbled. She tried to recall her last grade school geography lesson, but only had a vague idea. “It’s Asia, right? I bet they’d love me over there! And I’ve always wanted to see Tokyo. The way it lights up at night is better than Vegas! It’s probably less sticky, too. Okay, China… no, wait, Japan… here I come!”

            The Stripper set off to continents unknown. Even when the ocean deepened enough to nearly reach her ankles, the young woman pushed forth, unsettling the Pacific with the strength of a thousand gale-force hurricanes. In the briny depths, her fourteen-mile-long island-size feet stamped new abysses into the geometry of the seascape. All along the way, the scraps of crushed cities she had previously collected into her toe-crevices and sole stipples were rinsed away and fossilized at the absolute basin of the black waters. For Jessica, this was a necessary trip, as she was now so excited to see the miniature nightlife of Tokyo with her own eyes; for the trampled civilizations tattooed into her foot flesh, though, this meant that remnants of California were spewed in a metallic trail across the ocean, leading from America straight to Japan.

            The poor citizenry on the eastern coast of Jessica’s destination could only hazard a guess at what approached through the mist. Due to the rampant splashing caused by the Stripper’s feet, weather across the entirety of the Pacific yielded a pea soup fog. The Japanese government, like its contemporaries, was kept up-to-date on the mythic threat of the nameless golden goddess lumbering through the States and turning everything to oatmeal under her soles in the process. However, nothing could’ve prepared the average denizen for the sight of the cosmic leviathan appearing on the horizon. With Jessica’s feet submerged under cooling ocean waters and her torso far above the clouds, all anyone could see now were those Olympian dancer’s legs stretching fifty miles up from the ravaged sea. Some couldn’t even be certain it was a humanoid creature approaching, especially without seeing a clear image from the guerilla news captures made from helicopters and planes before those hapless contraptions smashed into the giantess’s oncoming form.

            Of course, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind once the Stripper set foot squarely on Japan itself that she was all woman. The country seemed to almost buckle under the weight of Jessica’s flexing arch squashing mercilessly upon the seaside line. Her digits made berth all at once, crashing through the curling tidal wave and gripping the crumbling urban spread tight in her three-mile-long toes. Even her humble pinky enacted more damage with a single gentle tap than an atomic explosion. The imprint of Jessica’s foot molded into Japan like clay, and she’d only taken half a step astride the first pit stop on her invasion of Asia.

            “HELLO down there, everyone! I hope you can understand me good enough,” the Stripper cheered. Flaming wisps of buildings, streets, and town squares powderized beneath the shapely arch of her feminine ped. “Now, I know what you’re thinking. And no, I’m nothing at all like Godzilla. I just came here to dance with you. Won’t you join me?”