Strip Tease (Chapter 5)

“Why are you doing this?” Jessica squealed. Though no new missiles were incoming, she held firm in her trembling defense as tears rolled down her cheeks. The girl simply wasn’t used to this kind of violence. “If this is about all the little towns getting crunched, I’m sorry, okay? It was an accident, mostly!”

            The giantess backed away from her unseen foes, like a lioness frightened of a mouse. Her awkwardly-placed crystal heels shuffled about as she struggled to find stable footing. Unable to steady herself, Jessica toppled over, catching the ground before she could face-plant, but the drop of her loping celestial body sent out a blast of wind that leveled towns and turned several miles-long swaths of civilization into a fine powder with a single high-speed pass of her prodigious platform heel. In the tumult, both of Jessica’s feet came loose from her crystal heels.

            Now bare-footed again, the fleshy isles of Jessica’s soles smeared through the sunny California landscape, straight into L.A. Her wriggling piggies flared, collecting whole bulwarks of downtown Los Angeles into her toe crevices. Those glass-and-stone structures were no match for the mulching capacity of her toes, and they came apart into mealy mush even easier than the last time Jessica clenched her pedicure separators too tightly. For Jessica, this splatter of glass and wildfires, resulting from her smashing through the city’s outskirts, only appeared like sparkling body glitter upon her bronze-tanned feet.

Her intended city, as it turned out, was very nearby, relative to the woman’s forty-mile stature, but panic still wracked her powerful body and made it impossible to celebrate this discovery of L.A. Even though the army hadn’t even come close to actually harming her, Jessica was more frightened than she’d ever been in her life; the shocks of this day, beginning with the amulet’s bizarre body-warping abilities, then combined with her subsequent growths, and finally this cruel assault by her own country’s military, was putting the poor girl into lockdown.

Ironically, the sight of the beautiful kaiju-woman toppling to the earth gave the military forces false hope. They assumed their fiery strike upon the exposed belly of the giantess had wounded her, when it fact it had just startled her into falling over. Another missile like the last came barreling in, and exploded on the rubbery instep of Jessica’s left foot. She flinched, and her plush big toe flicked through a lower district of Los Angeles, turning it into a spherical crater.

“Stop it!” she howled, whining petulantly. “I said STOP it! I didn’t do anything to any of you!”

While shielding her eyes from their onslaught with a cupped hand, Jessica swung blindly at the middle distance, slamming the earth with her fist and clawing at anything she could get her fingers on, in hopes it contained the source of those awful firecrackers.

Then she remembered her necklace. While the mysterious gift was unable to reduce her size, in this moment, as Jessica feared another round of explosives, she realized it was her only defense. She fastened her long fingers back around the gem, and shut her eyes, concentrating with all her might on wishing an upward shift, just like last time. A blinding glow emanated from the stone, rippled through the stripper’s body, and then she grew.

In the secret military base by the coast which fired the missiles, trigger-happy hands hovered over the command center’s launch panel. However, upon witnessing the girl’s reaction to the last assault, they quickly shut down the silo.

“Woah… not too much! Wait!” she whispered into the necklace. The magic amulet ignored her plea, and stretched the exotic goddess out by another twenty miles. Below, the world gasped in horror as the already enormous giantess expanded yet further across the ruined wilds. The leap in size was monumental, fifty percent of Jessica’s former height, and yet none could find a point of comparison to comprehend the staggering gulf in scale. She was simply titanic beyond anyone’s league. A living landscape of gleaming, toned skin and cascading blonde waves.

Jessica laid still, her bare heels resting casually in a heap of ruined suburb, while buildings still crunched and sprinkled from out of her sparkle-tinged finger-toes.

“Oh, God… that was crazy,” the girl murmured. She inspected the spots on her stomach and foot where the missiles struck, and was relieved to find they were just as spotless as ever. For a woman whose career relied on keeping her luscious form in top condition, this was a miracle. Of course, the mere act of checking her own body for wounds caused a great deal more damage to the array of Los Angeles below: as she crossed her ankle over her thigh, her sole’s wrinkled furrows bumped along the urban stretch, scraping down the tops of skyscrapers like mown grass.

At first, she mistook the splatter of buildings, earth, and humanity on her sole for her own blood, which made Jessica feel faint for a second, until she realized she wasn’t harmed. Just everyone else was. Of course, they’d all been so unwilling to help the poor girl, either by giving directions or by outright attacking her with military hardware, that Jessica couldn’t feel bad.

“Serves you right!” she scolded at the ground zero remains mashed into her foot like mud. She waggled her finger as if reprimanding a schoolchild. “No! No shooting things at me!”

Nevertheless, another hyper-charged speck made contact with the upper swell of her golden-tanned breast. Wincing at the surprise of the light and tickle of the fire, Jessica was relieved to find that she didn’t even feel the soreness of the bomb now; it was an irritation, at most.

In fact, as the molten combustion trickled down the girl’s bust and to the summits of her nipples, Jessica was stimulated in a way she would’ve never thought possible by anything at this size. Her areolas pin-pricked with arousal, smothered by the warmth and crackling exposure of the bomb, and her nipples rose erect. It was tempting to circle her thumbs around the orbit of her sensitive regions, but with so many people watching, it didn’t seem right to hit the climax of the dance without receiving tips.

Still, Jessica was upset. She’d tried telling the little people to leave her alone so she could dance, yet they continued their attack. Regardless of any good feelings which pulsed through her veins and down to her nethers at this moment, they’d attempted to violate her, just for being different, taller and more powerful, than any of them. And Jessica decided they needed to be taught a lesson.

“I guess you don’t get it yet, huh, that I’m so much BIGGER than all of you?” she growled, hoping she came off as threatening. “I mean, I know my voice must seem like the loudest thing on Earth to all of you, because of how big I am? So it can’t be that you’re all just deaf!”

Jessica stood back up, no longer trembling, and let the full might of her sixty-mile stature hover above them all. With the sun at her back, the stripper formed a makeshift eclipse of her body, with her languid limbs spread into a wide arc, and her fists affixed to her narrow hips. Though Jessica still couldn’t say for sure what her plan was, she did know that she’d never felt more in control of anything in her life than she did right now.

The military commanders gazed in gape-mouthed awe at the skyline-filling visage of the sultry woman. Screamed prayers were their only possible answer now to her declarations.

“You don’t think I’m BIG enough yet to leave alone, huh?” she demanded. “Then I guess I’ll just have to become BIG enough for you to be convinced!”

After a pause, her fingers toyed with the amulet, which still glowed with the threat of another growth. She curled her toes and pivoted her ankle, caressing the shape of her naked foot into the last undisturbed remains of Los Angeles within her reach. Then she closed her eyes again.

Rather than merely wishing for growth, the girl imagined her height soaring toward outer space. She pictured the earth’s rounded curvature becoming apparent as she squeezed the loamy civilizations between her tender toe crevices, and let the last gasps of humanity scatter into her sole pores. She imagined the globe of the planet becoming like a ball beneath her sole, a pumice stone which she could fondle until her fleshy arch was appeased and the planet was rendered cold and empty.

The amulet twisted in Jessica’s palm, pulsating with her desire. And then she grew again.

Her previous twenty-mile enlargement seemed like peanuts compared to her current ascension. The stripper had no way of knowing how colossal she’d become now, but it was clear, by setting her bare ped next to a footprint, that she’d nearly doubled in size up to one hundred miles tall.

“Well then,” Jessica sighed, brimming with newfound confidence and courage. She drummed her toes amongst the lingering remains of downtown Los Angeles, collecting new structures between her digits and sole wrinkles, which now formed a skyscape of spiraled, textured peach-grit over the surrendering population. “I guess that’s enough for a little while. Where was I, though? Oh, yeah! L.A., get ready to see what real dancing is!”