Ginger Landscape (Patreon)

*There were loads of different stories that could work for this image. It feels full of action to me but very open, there are so many ways the story could have gotten to this point and how it could develop. This just happened to be how I landed. I may try out some variations in the future.* 

The rampage had been a terrible and visceral nightmare for the city. The horror of the Titanic woman, barely into her twenties, sundering the city and laying it to waste captivated and terrified the world, images and video spreading around the globe. She seemed unstoppable and without agenda, at least not one she had shared with the world, beyond satisfying her carnal and perverted desires as she screwed entire skyscrapers and crushed hundreds of thousands against her body. 

Now she slept, washed clean by a dip in the great lake, her body stretched out over a large portion of the former downtown. Her fiery red hair tangled amongst the suburban hills. The army began to move in as the sun set. Not that they thought they could do anything to harm her as she slept, but to inspect her body. Charting her territory while she was dormant might be the only chance they had to discover anything about her — how she came to be so large, what might happen next, and how they might shrink her or neutralise her. As elite special forces were airlifted onto her alabaster skin, military helicopters scanned and mapped her contours. 

On the horizon beta platoon could see the vast forest of her pubic hair, only these trees were tall as skyscrapers; ginger cables growing impossibly out of the ground and reaching hundreds of feet in height. The soldiers were shocked to hear shouting and screaming. Feminine voices raged over the sound of the choppers, instantly flashing them back to the day before, when the sleeping titan was first growing out of control. Then they saw them: two women, hundreds of feet tall, battling in the forest of pubes. It looked like they fought in a meadow of long grass, tangling them up as they waded through the undergrowth. They threw vicious punches and kicks that were so powerful that when they landed the thuds shook the tiny soldiers.

“Sarge, was gamma squad up there ahead of us?”

“Yes private. I believe those women are privates Johnson and Ball. This is worse than we thought. Call in a strike, we have to take them down now!”

The blonde tackled the brunette to the ground. There was a way to grow, and these two soldiers had found it. It might already be too late for a strike to bring these two down, and they didn’t want to wake the behemoth beneath them.