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Sylvia’s body was on fire. Anger and adrenaline poured through her body. Her senses raged. Her muscles tensed. This was the fight or flight response kicking in and it was about to cause her to do the most idiotic thing of her life. 

She raised her hand, pointed and screamed. “Hey Bitch! That’s my boyfriend!”

As soon as it came out of her mouth she knew it was a bad idea. The worst. But the response wasn’t what she’s really been expecting. The huge face turned towards her direction, confused at first but then amused. 

“Oh hello there Thumbelina. He’s yours is he? I’ll be honest, he’s a little short for me but at least he’s got a big dick.”

The titanic woman then began to laugh and she reached her hand out towards Sylvia, frozen to the spot. The laughter was the worst. It was even more than the humiliation of seeing her boyfriend pounding this massive, skinny, flat chested cow from his office. Well, Nila had been flat chested before the growth. Now a pair or monumental heavy breasts hung down over the city, grazing skyscrapers and threatening to crush dozens of blocks under their colossal mass. Now her beautiful, cruel face was focused on Sylvia, as Mike serviced her from behind. He was barely half her height, lost in the rapture of the moment, shaking the city with every thrust trying to please her. Sylvia was nothing more than a mouse. With Manhattan as her plaything Nila was very much in charge. Gasping as Mike hit a good spot her hand closed around the quivering Sylvia.