Cleo's Rise (Patreon)

London Lay before her like a map. Not a map… like a toy town… a metropolis of tiny people who must by now all be looking up at her in terror. Cleo took in a deep breath, a lungful of air, and smirked as she felt a cloud slip into her nostrils, damp and cool. Maybe some of them were looking up in lust too. The thought caused her to crack up, coughing the cloud back out into the blue sky. Then she smirked and gave her nipple a pinch with her right hand, while her left unconsciously drifted down to her crotch. She felt a tingle as she touched herself. Now where would a girl like her go to show this puny city who’s boss? Her smile widened as her eyes followed the snaking silver line of the river as it meandered through the city, her sights set on Westminster and the Houses of Parliament. As she stepped forwards she felt a block of luxury apartments crunch under the ball of her foot. She touched herself again, and could feel the moisture through her panties.

At Westminster Bridge, Lee was taking some snaps. It was a glorious day and the centre of British government was looking beautiful in all its gothic glory. Then the ground began to shake and he refocused his view further to the west as a shape appeared on the horizon. She was unfathomably large, and moved towards him unimaginably quickly. As she approached her kept having to crane his head further and further back, until she filled the whole sky above him. People were screaming and running everywhere. Her feet were planted far off to the north and south, her right foot way over the other side of the river. She was enjoying herself, a great arrogant smile plastered across her face. Her eyes seemed to bore into his soul, and as she pulled down her joggers, he felt his legs give way. Then her body began to descend and he covered his head. The next time he looked up she had straddled parliament, with Big Ben rising between her legs, no larger to her than a lipstick. Her pants had been pulled to the side and her shirt pulled up, with her free hand she was kneading one of her her immense tits, pinching and squeezing her nipple. 

“Now you little pricks listen to me. Look up and see me. I am in charge now. All of you will do what I say.” She paused and bit her lip as she rocked her hips forwards slightly. But first…” Her pussy gently touched the top of Big Ben and she let out a long moan. “First… uhhhhnn… I’m going to have my way with your little palace… and your teeny tower.” Cleo’s fingers moved down to part her lips as she rocked forwards again. 

Lee passed out as the crackle of gunfire and the hiss of rockets filled his ears.

(The model is Cleo, courtesy of Giantess Productions.)