Kahlisa Looms (Patreon)

It is a day like any other in the bustling metropolis of Bangkok. The humidity is stifling today as the temperature starts to rise with the sun. The first hint that something is wrong is a quake of the ground; a gentle, rhythmic shaking. As the minutes pass the intensity increases slowly until it is no longer possible to keep your footing. Glasses fall from tables in restaurants and smash on the ground, people scream, and cower, and look up at the sky. This is where they see her. A head comes into view. So high that it is literally made blue by distance, and wreathed in cloud. It seems to float as it comes closer, but as more of her body becomes visible - shoulders first, and then vast breasts - they can see the ever increasing quakes line up with her movements. Her steps are creating earthquakes. Very soon she is above them, and she stops. The quakes stop. But now they fall under her shadow. The air is silent at her feet as she fills the sky. She is looking down at them all, catching all of their eyes, staring straight into them. Then the sky starts to fall. Not fall, but sink. Sink down towards them. Some people are running and screaming now, some people standing transfixed. She squats down on her haunches. Back still straight she looks down on the tiny city over the swell of her massive tits. Deep breaths breathe clouds in and out, her chest rising and falling. Her pussy hovers over the skyline. Skyscrapers could disappear inside it. Her fingers move slowly down, brushing gently through her thick forest of pubic hair before resting on her clit. Her fingers move in a slow and practiced rhythm now. She is soaking wet. Her other hand comes down and plants itself as she leans further down. Her face gets closer and her eyes bore deeper into the onlookers. She wants a closer look at her dominion, her plaything.