Inspection (Patreon)

The heat of the day had given way to the welcome soft warmth of the evening as the sun began to dip below the horizon. She stretched her arms into the sky and shook her head, tugging on her ponytail. The altitude and her size gave her a strange relationship to the temperature. Up here the air should be freezing but she felt perfectly comfortable. Looking down at the ground far below, clouds formed and dissipated, wrapping and rolling around her waist and breasts making it difficult to see her feet and the landscape beneath them. It was hard work being this big. Even her incredible physique had been worn out by the growth process, and there was precious little communication to be had with the people she now towered over. She started to walk, not really paying heed to what was below her, nor really with a purpose, just to get her limbs working and to cover some ground. Striding through forests and stepping over hills she noticed the planes passing her that floated through the air. A smile crept across her lips as she realised that they were trying to evade her, but that her body covered such great distances in such a short time, that they seemed to slowly drift. Reaching out her hand, she positioned her thumb and forefinger ahead of one, slightly opened, with a gap of about and inch between them. The plane was unable to change course fast enough, and she gently closed her digits, trapping the thing. Bringing it up to her face for a closer inspection she could see that it was one of the double decker super airliners. There would be hundreds of people on board, the cramped seats getting more cramped all the time and the fuselage compressed at her touch. The engines started to smoke. She guessed that they were burning up with overwork in trying to escape her grasp. What must those tiny passengers be thinking? She tried to look in through the windows but to no avail; they were just so small. With that thought she tired of her inspection and released the jet, which dropped towards the earth, wings shearing as it plummeted past her breasts, her waist, and back down below the clouds.