Giantess and Golden Showers

Kammie became a giantess in a flash of blinding light. Her dirty blonde hair flew wild as her body surged upward, tearing through her clothes. Her fat thighs rubbed together with a heavy, rhythmic thud that shook the city foundations. She looked down at the tiny cars below, laughing as she crushed a taxi under her heel.

“Look at me now, you little ants! I own this city!” she screamed.

The sound shattered windows for three blocks. She felt a pulsing heat between her legs, a craving that grew with her size. She was a giantess of pure, unadulterated lust. Every step sent a tremor through the concrete, her heavy breasts bouncing and swaying with each stride. She ripped the roof off a skyscraper, peering down at the trembling office workers.

“I need something to play with. You’ll do just fine, little man,” she purred, her voice a low rumble.

She spotted a man clinging to his desk. Kammie reached down, her massive, soft fingers plucking him from the office. She brought him to her face, smelling the scent of his terror. She lowered him toward the soaking wet heat of her pussy, pinning him against a wall with one finger.

“Do you like the smell of me? Tell me how I smell!” she whispered, her breath a gale of wind.

The giantess groaned, the sound a sonic boom that knocked over power lines. She reached down with the little man and slid him deep into her dripping folds. She felt the slick, hot lubrication of her pussy over her the fingers gripping the man as she used him like a dildo. The squelching sound echoed through the ruins of the street. She ground her clit against the side of a building, the concrete crumbling under the friction.

“I’m coming! I’m finally coming!”

She shuddered, her back arching as a massive orgasm ripped through her. Her internal muscles clamped down on her fingers, squeezing out thick globs of cream. She pulled the man out.

The pressure in her bladder reached a breaking point. Kammie arched her back, her massive hips shifting. A golden shower erupted from her, a torrential flood of steaming, yellow urine that slammed over the man. The liquid crashed like a waterfall, smelling of salt and musk. He gasped, drowning in the warm wave that washed his skin of her cream; she was finally sated and breathing heavily in the wreckage.

“Oh, god, yes! This feels electrical! Drink it all up, you little toy!” she shrieked. The giantess collapsed, her heavy body flattening an entire city block. More of Kammie