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Like a child tromping through an ant nest, Irra jocundly crushed the minuscule humans underfoot. She cackled with sonorous booms as the sprites ran for their lives from the towering woman; the rush of excitement and power filled her head as she continued to terrorize the city. Her raven-black hair hung down like a vines from a great tree, unyielding not to the wind but only to the incessant swaying of Irra’s body as she swung her gargantuan fists about. She wore the sails of ships as her skirt simply out of some obscure modesty, but it proved little use considering the vantage point of the  humans: every perspective was essentially an up-skirt. Nonetheless, the behemoth felt that it was the pinnacle of giantess fashion: a sarong made pillaged human goods, covered in the shining shards of broken glass, and to complete the set, a stylish, braided telephone wire belt, the perfect look for romping around!
Alongside Irra was her best friend, Crell: a bit more reserved than her companion, Crell wore a makeshift pair of panties under her sail sarong; using two satellite dishes strung together with telephone wires, she made her own bikini top. Needless to say, Crell was the more innovative of the two and probably served as the rational thinker of the duo. However, despite her creative nature, Crell always indulged in her apocalyptic urges and today would be a good day to really let loose! Today, she let her blond, wavy hair out of its usual ponytail and let the rope-like strands hang down.
“Isn’t this fun?” shouted Irra as she derailed a train.
Crell squealed with delight, “I’m having the time of my life!”
Lifting a school bus high in the air, Irra tore it in half and emptied its contents into her cavernous maw; the children cried and screamed as they fell into the fleshy pit of no return. Many tried to claw their way out, grabbing hold of taste buds or ridges in the massive teeth, but the fruits of their labor were never harvested and they all tumbled down the well-like esophagus. Tossing the empty husk of the bus miles away, Irra sealed her lips and swallowed, sucking down anyone who had not fallen down on their own. She laughed and let out a belch; her breath reeked of burning flesh, plastic, concrete—essentially everyone and everything she ate in the past hour. Picking up a handful of panicking city dwellers, the giantess grinned and crushed them in her grip, then smeared the emulsified remnants across a building.
Wiping her hands clean, Irra turned to Crell—who was busy reaching into an office building—and laughed, “Hey, Crell, you know what tastes really good? Fatties! You know, those guys who sit on their asses all day eating candy and stuff? They’re super sweet!”
Crell smiled and winked, “That’s what I’m looking for right now, haha! Offices are always full of them and sometimes you even find a hot office lady, too! Wait, I think I’ve got one!”
Pulling her hand out of the edifice, the giantess looked to see what her bounty was: two overweight men, a woman, some desks and chairs, and several bags of ground coffee. Pleased with her selection, Crell threw her head back and tossed everything into her mouth and with a single gulp they all disappeared into her belly.
“Good stuff! I’m glad I decided to come along with you!”
“Sure, thing! Hey, look at this!” Stooping down, her eyes followed a woman clutching her swollen stomach. “I found a pregnant one! What I treat!”
Crell bounded over, evoking several small earthquakes in the process, to take a look at the find. Irra took the woman in the palm of her hand. She was wearing a white, frilly blouse and a knee-length brown skirt; her succulent legs wear covered in brown nylon stockings. Unlike the other humans, this woman glared straight into the giantess’ massive eyes with indignation and a steely resolve.
Irra took a good sniff of the woman, “She smells really delicious! I can’t wait to pop her in my mouth!”
Crell waved her hands energetically, “Heeeey! Irra, share with me! I wanna try a pregnant one! Gimme half!”
Her friend laughed and clutched the woman closer to her giant bosom, “Nope, this one’s all mine!” She let out her usual cackle.
A tiny shout echoed into Irra’s ear, “If you eat me, you’ll be sorry, monster!”
“Hey, what was that? You bug?!” Irra took a hold of the woman’s shirt and lifted her before her giant face, “How dare you call me a monster! I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in, you little rat! Keep talking and I’ll swallow you whole!”
The woman shrieked as she felt her blouse rip; her right shoe fell off, plummeting down to the hard asphalt below. She cried as she realized how high she was from the ground, but she was remained undaunted by her oversized menace.
“Put me down, you giant whore! You’ll be sorry! You’ll wish you were never born, you bitch!”
Both Crell and Irra laughed at the spunky little sprite. Irra wiped a tear from her eye as she continued to giggle, “What a mouthy little bug! Thinks she can make us feel bad about what we’ve done to the city! Well, I’ve had enough of this pregger slut; down the hatch!”
The woman shrieked as the giantess dropped her into the saliva-coated pit; and with a gulp, Irra sent her down.
The parastolysis squeezed the woman, forcing her into the innards. She cringed as the thick mucus saturated her clothing and lubricated her body; the fleshy walls of the esophagus as eerie and unnerving. Reaching the antrum cardiacum, the woman winced as she felt the pressure force her body through the ring of smooth muscle tissue of the esophageal sphincter. Fortunately for her and her infants within, her impact was cushioned by the lesser curvature of the stomach wall and she slid down the folds of flesh.
Reaching the bottom, the woman found herself wading in a pool of diluted stomach acid; it was not long until her stockings began to change color as the solution began dissociating the material’s molecules. She quickly clambered her way to a pile of rumble that formed an island amidst the bog. Supporting her precious stomach, she found a comfortable resting place and settled down. She could still hear the maniacal laughter of the two giantesses from outside; wretched freaks of nature. A pain struck her stomach and groin and she winced: the stressful ordeal of being swallowed accelerated her pregnancy and it would not be long until she would have to deliver. The woman shouted in agony as she felt her muscles begin to convulse; despite her pain, the woman let out a hearty laugh that echoed throughout the gullet.
As beads of sweat began forming on her forehead she uttered her spiteful words, “Stupid whore, you just dug your own grave… these pre-dissolved humans will make a lovely soup for my spawn…  Say your last words, bitch.”

As the morning turned to day, Irra and Crell enjoyed their time together harassing the city and crushing its inhabitants. On occasion , policy forces attempted to quell their rampant and destructive play date, but the helicopters became mere toys and the police were reduced to bloody red smears on the ground. And like typical, youthful giantesses, the two experimented with the various phallic structures: seeing how long a cab could last between their heaving breasts before imploding, when it felt like to have a subway train rub against their oversized womanly parts, and even testing out how certain monuments felt inside their feminine halls (both agreed that the obelisk was the best suited for the job). In any case, Irra and Crell spent the morning having a jolly time together.
Irra plucked a soda vending machine from the street and tossed it her mouth—again, swallowing it whole. Letting out a gurgling belch, she laughed turned to Crell.
“Hey, you wanna check out the city across the bay?”
“Sure, lemme get some else to eat before we go.”
Irra bore her pearly whites and smirked, “Sounds like a date! We can take swim after we’re…”
Before she finished her sentence, the giantess let out a winded grunt and fell to her knee. Gripping her stomach, she massaged it a little.
“Irra, you okay?” Crell rushed over to her dear friend and stooped down to help her.
Irra forced a chuckle, “Heh, I think I ate something that didn’t agree with me. I’ll be fine. So how about that date?”
Crell gave her a worried look, but figured a little walking and some fresh non-dead-human air would clear things up. After all, Irra was eating a lot while constantly tromping around: it was no doubt that she would get a stomach ache eventually. Crell gave her friend a motherly smile and sighed, rubbing the woman’s back.
“You’re really still a kid, aren’t you? C’mon, let’s take a walk.”
“Haha, you’re always looking after me.”
Crell helped her friend to her feet and the two were on their way to the next city.

That was fun, wasn’t it, my pretties? Follow Mommy and we’ll go to the gastrocnemius next. Into the bloodstream with you, my loves!

Not but three steps from where she was kneeling, Irra fell again to the ground, but this time she let out a scream of agony. The impact force of her body falling to the asphalt shook the buildings and set off car alarms; rivers of tears streamed down the giantess’ face as she felt her muscles cramp in her calf. The pain was far more intense that a simple strain or a simple sprang: it felt like something had latched on to her muscles and were eating it alive.
Crell quickly rushes to her friend’s side; “Irra! Irra, what’s wrong?” she cried.
Wincing in sharp pain, she utters out a few words over her straining body, “My leg! It hurts! It hurts so bad! Help me, Crell! It hurts!”
The giantess struggled to lift her friend: the two staggered quite a bit, but finally Crell managed to have Irra hold on to a building for support. A quick glance at her companion’s calf revealed the severity of the unknown injury: the muscle had contracted and was swollen. It was dark red and even black in some parts but what was more frightening was that, within only a few seconds, the skin began to peel away and reveal the black, festering sludge within. Irra cried and wailed, clutching onto the building as though she were holding on for dear life. The hyperactive necrosis continued to dissolve the flesh, reducing it to red and black sludge.

You’re all making Mommy proud!

“Irra! This is really bad, I need to go home and get help!”
Before Crell could leave, Irra took hold of her arm, “No! No, Crell! Stay with me! Stay with meeee! I don’t wanna die alone! I don’t wanna die!”
Her cries and pleas were interrupted by her own harrowing scream; windows all around shattered and the streets rained glass. Frightened humans watched the behemoth  from around the corners as she convulsed on the ground.
A large bulge forced its way from the woman’s buttocks to up her back; Crell watched in horror as she saw the discolored cyst travel underneath her dearest friend’s skin, leaving a trail of red behind it. Paralyzed with fear and panic, Crell was helpless; the mole dug its way past the jugular and disappeared into Irra’s ear. Thrashing about wildly like a fish out of water, her veins swelled and bulged as though she were being asphyxiated. Tears splattered across the ground as she convulsed.
“Get out! Get out! Get out!” she cried, whilst gripping her hair, pulling at it like a beast.
“Get out! Get out! Get out!”

Hello, monster.

Description
Like a child tromping through an ant nest, Irra jocundly crushed the minuscule humans underfoot. She cackled with sonorous booms as the sprites ran for their lives from the towering woman; the rush of excitement and power filled her head as she continued to terrorize the city. Her raven-black hair hung down like a vines from a great tree, unyielding not to the wind but only to the incessant swaying of Irra’s body as she swung her gargantuan fists about. She wore the sails of ships as her skirt simply out of some obscure modesty, but it proved little use considering the vantage point of the  humans: every perspective was essentially an up-skirt. Nonetheless, the behemoth felt that it was the pinnacle of giantess fashion: a sarong made pillaged human goods, covered in the shining shards of broken glass, and to complete the set, a stylish, braided telephone wire belt, the perfect look for romping around!
Alongside Irra was her best friend, Crell: a bit more reserved than her companion, Crell wore a makeshift pair of panties under her sail sarong; using two satellite dishes strung together with telephone wires, she made her own bikini top. Needless to say, Crell was the more innovative of the two and probably served as the rational thinker of the duo. However, despite her creative nature, Crell always indulged in her apocalyptic urges and today would be a good day to really let loose! Today, she let her blond, wavy hair out of its usual ponytail and let the rope-like strands hang down.
“Isn’t this fun?” shouted Irra as she derailed a train.
Crell squealed with delight, “I’m having the time of my life!”
Lifting a school bus high in the air, Irra tore it in half and emptied its contents into her cavernous maw; the children cried and screamed as they fell into the fleshy pit of no return. Many tried to claw their way out, grabbing hold of taste buds or ridges in the massive teeth, but the fruits of their labor were never harvested and they all tumbled down the well-like esophagus. Tossing the empty husk of the bus miles away, Irra sealed her lips and swallowed, sucking down anyone who had not fallen down on their own. She laughed and let out a belch; her breath reeked of burning flesh, plastic, concrete—essentially everyone and everything she ate in the past hour. Picking up a handful of panicking city dwellers, the giantess grinned and crushed them in her grip, then smeared the emulsified remnants across a building.
Wiping her hands clean, Irra turned to Crell—who was busy reaching into an office building—and laughed, “Hey, Crell, you know what tastes really good? Fatties! You know, those guys who sit on their asses all day eating candy and stuff? They’re super sweet!”
Crell smiled and winked, “That’s what I’m looking for right now, haha! Offices are always full of them and sometimes you even find a hot office lady, too! Wait, I think I’ve got one!”
Pulling her hand out of the edifice, the giantess looked to see what her bounty was: two overweight men, a woman, some desks and chairs, and several bags of ground coffee. Pleased with her selection, Crell threw her head back and tossed everything into her mouth and with a single gulp they all disappeared into her belly.
“Good stuff! I’m glad I decided to come along with you!”
“Sure, thing! Hey, look at this!” Stooping down, her eyes followed a woman clutching her swollen stomach. “I found a pregnant one! What I treat!”
Crell bounded over, evoking several small earthquakes in the process, to take a look at the find. Irra took the woman in the palm of her hand. She was wearing a white, frilly blouse and a knee-length brown skirt; her succulent legs wear covered in brown nylon stockings. Unlike the other humans, this woman glared straight into the giantess’ massive eyes with indignation and a steely resolve.
Irra took a good sniff of the woman, “She smells really delicious! I can’t wait to pop her in my mouth!”
Crell waved her hands energetically, “Heeeey! Irra, share with me! I wanna try a pregnant one! Gimme half!”
Her friend laughed and clutched the woman closer to her giant bosom, “Nope, this one’s all mine!” She let out her usual cackle.
A tiny shout echoed into Irra’s ear, “If you eat me, you’ll be sorry, monster!”
“Hey, what was that? You bug?!” Irra took a hold of the woman’s shirt and lifted her before her giant face, “How dare you call me a monster! I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in, you little rat! Keep talking and I’ll swallow you whole!”
The woman shrieked as she felt her blouse rip; her right shoe fell off, plummeting down to the hard asphalt below. She cried as she realized how high she was from the ground, but she was remained undaunted by her oversized menace.
“Put me down, you giant whore! You’ll be sorry! You’ll wish you were never born, you bitch!”
Both Crell and Irra laughed at the spunky little sprite. Irra wiped a tear from her eye as she continued to giggle, “What a mouthy little bug! Thinks she can make us feel bad about what we’ve done to the city! Well, I’ve had enough of this pregger slut; down the hatch!”
The woman shrieked as the giantess dropped her into the saliva-coated pit; and with a gulp, Irra sent her down.
The parastolysis squeezed the woman, forcing her into the innards. She cringed as the thick mucus saturated her clothing and lubricated her body; the fleshy walls of the esophagus as eerie and unnerving. Reaching the antrum cardiacum, the woman winced as she felt the pressure force her body through the ring of smooth muscle tissue of the esophageal sphincter. Fortunately for her and her infants within, her impact was cushioned by the lesser curvature of the stomach wall and she slid down the folds of flesh.
Reaching the bottom, the woman found herself wading in a pool of diluted stomach acid; it was not long until her stockings began to change color as the solution began dissociating the material’s molecules. She quickly clambered her way to a pile of rumble that formed an island amidst the bog. Supporting her precious stomach, she found a comfortable resting place and settled down. She could still hear the maniacal laughter of the two giantesses from outside; wretched freaks of nature. A pain struck her stomach and groin and she winced: the stressful ordeal of being swallowed accelerated her pregnancy and it would not be long until she would have to deliver. The woman shouted in agony as she felt her muscles begin to convulse; despite her pain, the woman let out a hearty laugh that echoed throughout the gullet.
As beads of sweat began forming on her forehead she uttered her spiteful words, “Stupid whore, you just dug your own grave… these pre-dissolved humans will make a lovely soup for my spawn…  Say your last words, bitch.”

As the morning turned to day, Irra and Crell enjoyed their time together harassing the city and crushing its inhabitants. On occasion , policy forces attempted to quell their rampant and destructive play date, but the helicopters became mere toys and the police were reduced to bloody red smears on the ground. And like typical, youthful giantesses, the two experimented with the various phallic structures: seeing how long a cab could last between their heaving breasts before imploding, when it felt like to have a subway train rub against their oversized womanly parts, and even testing out how certain monuments felt inside their feminine halls (both agreed that the obelisk was the best suited for the job). In any case, Irra and Crell spent the morning having a jolly time together.
Irra plucked a soda vending machine from the street and tossed it her mouth—again, swallowing it whole. Letting out a gurgling belch, she laughed turned to Crell.
“Hey, you wanna check out the city across the bay?”
“Sure, lemme get some else to eat before we go.”
Irra bore her pearly whites and smirked, “Sounds like a date! We can take swim after we’re…”
Before she finished her sentence, the giantess let out a winded grunt and fell to her knee. Gripping her stomach, she massaged it a little.
“Irra, you okay?” Crell rushed over to her dear friend and stooped down to help her.
Irra forced a chuckle, “Heh, I think I ate something that didn’t agree with me. I’ll be fine. So how about that date?”
Crell gave her a worried look, but figured a little walking and some fresh non-dead-human air would clear things up. After all, Irra was eating a lot while constantly tromping around: it was no doubt that she would get a stomach ache eventually. Crell gave her friend a motherly smile and sighed, rubbing the woman’s back.
“You’re really still a kid, aren’t you? C’mon, let’s take a walk.”
“Haha, you’re always looking after me.”
Crell helped her friend to her feet and the two were on their way to the next city.

That was fun, wasn’t it, my pretties? Follow Mommy and we’ll go to the gastrocnemius next. Into the bloodstream with you, my loves!

Not but three steps from where she was kneeling, Irra fell again to the ground, but this time she let out a scream of agony. The impact force of her body falling to the asphalt shook the buildings and set off car alarms; rivers of tears streamed down the giantess’ face as she felt her muscles cramp in her calf. The pain was far more intense that a simple strain or a simple sprang: it felt like something had latched on to her muscles and were eating it alive.
Crell quickly rushes to her friend’s side; “Irra! Irra, what’s wrong?” she cried.
Wincing in sharp pain, she utters out a few words over her straining body, “My leg! It hurts! It hurts so bad! Help me, Crell! It hurts!”
The giantess struggled to lift her friend: the two staggered quite a bit, but finally Crell managed to have Irra hold on to a building for support. A quick glance at her companion’s calf revealed the severity of the unknown injury: the muscle had contracted and was swollen. It was dark red and even black in some parts but what was more frightening was that, within only a few seconds, the skin began to peel away and reveal the black, festering sludge within. Irra cried and wailed, clutching onto the building as though she were holding on for dear life. The hyperactive necrosis continued to dissolve the flesh, reducing it to red and black sludge.

You’re all making Mommy proud!

“Irra! This is really bad, I need to go home and get help!”
Before Crell could leave, Irra took hold of her arm, “No! No, Crell! Stay with me! Stay with meeee! I don’t wanna die alone! I don’t wanna die!”
Her cries and pleas were interrupted by her own harrowing scream; windows all around shattered and the streets rained glass. Frightened humans watched the behemoth  from around the corners as she convulsed on the ground.
A large bulge forced its way from the woman’s buttocks to up her back; Crell watched in horror as she saw the discolored cyst travel underneath her dearest friend’s skin, leaving a trail of red behind it. Paralyzed with fear and panic, Crell was helpless; the mole dug its way past the jugular and disappeared into Irra’s ear. Thrashing about wildly like a fish out of water, her veins swelled and bulged as though she were being asphyxiated. Tears splattered across the ground as she convulsed.
“Get out! Get out! Get out!” she cried, whilst gripping her hair, pulling at it like a beast.
“Get out! Get out! Get out!”

Hello, monster.