Isabell's Revenge

Chapter 4



Mike drove like mad. His heart raced and he was panting. This was a nightmare!

"Mikey! Come! Come to your little girlfriend. Don't drive away!" Isabell's voice still sounded melodic. She was enjoying this. Having grown to the dazzling height of two hundred feet, Isabell didn't need to run anymore. Just walking was enough to keep a constant distance from Mike. Chasing him was fun!

"Come. Come to little Isabell!" Mike could see her in the rear mirror of his Harley. She had a broad smile on her face, and her twinkling eyes were locked on him.

CRUNCH! Isabell stepped on a parked car. It was flattened like a soda can under her huge foot, just a single tire sprang from it as she destroyed it, rolling down the street. Mike looked back, sucking in his breath. That bitch was crazy!

He took a turn, hoping to get away from her this way, but Isabell could simply see over the houses. Instead of keeping to the road, she immediate turned in Mike's direction, stepping on the house that stood at the street's corner. The concrete and bricks crunched like dry crackers under her foot, small trees standing in the garden broke like toothpicks.

"Come to me, Mikey, come!" Isabell said. She acted as if nothing had happened, lifting her foot from the debris. She wanted Mike to see she wouldn't halt for anything to get him. She wanted to shock him, by carelessly crushing cars, houses, people. Another footfall, and a panicked man was squished underfoot. "Mike!" Isabell called, even more mockingly, "Mikey! Come to me! What are you afraid of? Are you scared of me?"

Mike felt sick. Her psychological warfare, crushing everything in her path like nothing while following him, had the intended effect. His fear grew every second.

He knew he couldn't outrun her, but kept driving nonetheless. What else could he do?

Crunch! A grove of trees was pressed to the ground.

Crack! A decorative rock the size of a beach ball crumbled to powder. Her soles and huge weight was too much even for pure granite.

Mike reached the outskirts of Vienna. The surroundings consisted only of some trees, half a dozen office buildings and a twelve-story apartment. If only he could reach a highway! He might shake her off there.

But he would never reach it.

Looking back, he saw Isabell's huge foot ploughing through the apartment. Her foot and calf demolished it like it was made of thin glass. Huge chunks of rock fell down, almost in slow motion. Dust formed around her. He saw people falling down, along with their furniture.

The debris didn't even scratch her skin. The sight, along with the sickening noise of the crumbling building was too much for Mike. He fell from his Harley, nauseous.

Uninjured, he got up. He tried to get back on the motorcycle, but saw Isabell approach and ran.

"Mike! Mike! Look!" he heard Isabell say after a couple of seconds. Instinctively, he turned. Just in time to see his Harley disappear under Isabell's foot, with a loud crunch. Almost crying, he ran further. What kind of a creature was this?

He arrived at the Danube river and stopped. Was this the end? Panting, he looked back. Isabell came closer, mischievously smiling. Mike looked to the river again, and jumped into it. He swam and swam, trying to reach the other side.

Isabell enjoyed herself very much. Seeing her ex run from her was better that she imagined. He was as stupid as he was tiny. Did he really think he could get away from her? On foot?

She waited until he reached the other side of the Danube until she continued following him. She wanted him to know nothing could stop her. She was a colossus, an unyielding titaness, determined to get him.

Mike, dripping wet, looked back again. She wasn't big enough to step over the river, he thought, so maybe.....

Isabell did not step over the Danube. She waded simply through it. The water was hardly deep enough to reach halfway up her calves. Within three steps, she was on the other side.

Mike knew he couldn't run much further. As afraid as he was, he was exhausted. He tried to run, but it simply was too much for him. Was he about to die? Would Isabell step on him, squish him like an insect for his abuse? He turned around.

Isabell stood right in front of him, her feet close together. Her toes were about as big as he was, pink boulders to him. Her feet were still wet from the river, glittering in the sunlight. He looked up. Her body was gigantic! Like standing on front of a huge church tower or lighthouse, he awed at her height. He saw her endless legs, her crotch, her breasts.

Her long, black hair, easily reaching her butt, waved gently in the wind. She didn't look down upon him, strange enough, but straight ahead.

"Well, well, Mike. Why did you run away? Afraid of your ex?" She was toying with him, like a cat with a mouse.

"You hit me. Hurt me. Perhaps you want to fight again? Come on! Strike me already! Lets do battle. Hit! Now!" Isabell acted as if Mike was eyelevel to her, never looking down at him.

He was frozen. Hitting this giant! He'd never be able to even make her feel his fists. Her pinky toe was all she needed to crush him.

"Or do you want me to make the first move?" she continued. "Do you think you could block it? Oh yes, that doesn't matter, I remember."

Mike wet his pants. He shook, both from being cold, having swam in the river, and with fear.

"Perhaps you want to fuck? We can do that. That's what you wanted me for, right? Here! Fuck me!" Isabell said, spreading her legs. "Fuck me! Right here!"

Mike saw her huge pussy, towering 110 feet above him. The same pussy he fucked two weeks ago was now big enough to swallow him whole.

"I don't feel your dick. Why don't you fuck me?" Isabell was still standing upright in front of him. If Mike had wanted to fuck her this way, he'd have needed the ladder of a fire engine to reach her pussy.

"All right! I'm sorry!" he suddenly heard himself scream upwards. "I'm a bastard. A fucking asshole! I know! Please, I'm sorry! Don't kill me! I vow I never will hit you again, or any other girl! Please, I..."

Isabell looked down. Then, she bent over and scooped him up. He was not even the size of a Lego doll to her. Lifting him to his face, she looked at him with an expression of anger on her face.

"Sorry? You are SORRY? Oh, no! You aren't getting away with it by saying you are sorry! I'm going to punish you. Punish you in a way even your twisted, sadistic mind couldn't come up with! You deserve nothing better. You humiliated me! Abused me! Hurt me! Now it's time for payback!"

"Don't kill me! Please!" Mike was crying in her hand. What was she going to do?

"Kill you? No, I'm not going to kill you. Death is far too merciful for you. You made my life hell. I'm going to make yours a hell too. Your house is destroyed already. Now I'll destroy everything you like and love! And neither you, nor anyone else is going to stop me!

With that, she closed her fist around Mike, and started to walk. She felt him struggle in her hand, like the spiders did she always threw out of the window when she encountered one home. Being useful animals, she never killed one of those.

At a large store, she stopped. It sold all kinds of electronics, like computers, radios, cell phones and television sets. Isabell pounded the roof with her fist.

"Hello? Anyone? I want to make a purchase. Give me a television set that doesn't need a power outlet. The biggest you got. And be quick about it, or else this store'll be a ruin within a minute!"

After a few seconds, two frightened men came out of the entrance, holding a large TV in their hands. They reached up, offering it to her.

"Aah, thanks! Battery-powered, yes? Like a transistor radio, correct? Good! I hope the batteries are full, cause I need it for a long time." Isabell said.

The two men nodded. Isabell took it from them and placed it carefully between the index and middle finger of the hand she held Mike with. Then she bent over, and gave the two salesmen a kiss. They both stumbled back, but were unharmed.

"There! You've been kissed by a giantess! Better payment is not possible, right? Hahaha!" Isabell had fun. She liked being gigantic. Now she was ready for her revenge.

The two salesmen were still lying on the ground as Isabell continued her journey. Their faces wet with her saliva, both men were too overwhelmed to do anything for the next fifteen minutes.





Chapter 5

Isabell walked towards a large mountain. A large chunk of rock protruded from its side, a natural platform, covered with trees. It was about chest- high to her. Perfect for her plans. With her free hand, Isabell tore a dozen of the smaller trees out of the ground and threw them away like weed. Opening her other hand, she placed Mike in front of a large oak. She placed the TV in front of it.

"A gift. I want you back as my boyfriend. You want me back as well, right?" she said, and the tone of her voice made sure she wouldn't take no for an answer. Not willing to take chances, Mike nodded. They both knew this relationship wasn't serious at all.

"Turn it on!" she commanded Mike, "put it on CNN. And don't try to run!" she added in a threatening voice.

Mike promptly did what she asked. CNN was on, showing news from the US about their economy. Probably they hadn't heard yet of a gigantic woman in Austria.

Isabell pushed Mike against the oak. Then, she tore a few hairs from her head. Each one was about 90 feet long and as thick as a rope. She used them to fasten him against the age- old oak. One hair she used to tie the TV to a nearby tree she spared, its screen still visible to Mike. Then, she placed her hands on her hips, grinning at him. Mike couldn't move. He struggled, but her hairs were simply too strong.

"Now, what did you always call me? Oh, yes. Pinocchio. Do you still think my nose is too big?" she asked.

"No, no. I was kidding. I...I like big noses. Yes, really." Mike cried, trying to sweet-talk her.

"Oh, you like big noses. But if you think my nose is not big, then we'll have to present you with a big nose, right? One moment!" Isabell said, and, still grinning maliciously, she started to grow again. Mike saw her slowly ascend further and further towards heaven, her body expanding dozens of feet each second. Mike saw her rise in front of him, her breasts coming over the platforms' brim, like two suns rising. The, he saw her belly ascending. Her belly button was big enough to put his head in. Isabell grew further, until she reached 650 feet.

"Well," Isabell said. "Is my nose big enough for you now?" She bend down, and pinned Mike with her nose against the tree. It was easily three times as big as his entire body. Mike felt a huge pressure on his chest, which made breathing very hard.

"Do you like it? Do you like my big nose, Mikey?" Isabell had to look cross- eyed to see Mike, and although her face looked funny that way, Mike didn't laugh at her. Self-preservation, you know.

Isabell rubbed the tip of her nose against his body, left to right and back, for half a minute. Poor Mikes body was sliding from side to side with it against the oak, unable to withstand the power of her smelling organ. He gasped for air as Isabell stopped.

"Don't think I'm done yet," she said. "This was just "foreplay", dear. Let's see, what else did you always say? Aaah, I remember. You said Vienna was the best city in the world, better than the dog hole I came from! We must put that to the test, don't you think?"

Isabell looked behind her. Then, she stepped aside, giving Mike a nice view of the scope. Vienna laid peacefully a dozen miles away from the mountain. One could see the entire city from the platform.

"W..What are you going to do?" he asked, sick from fear. That woman had gone totally mad!

"That is a surprise. I'll need twenty seconds to test your beloved Vienna. Close your eyes, and count to twenty. Don't peek! If you do, I'll bite your dick off, got that?" Isabell said.

Mike nodded, and firmly closed his eyes. "One...two...three...." he counted slowly, not wanting to give Isabell the impression he prematurely opened them. "Nineteen....twenty," he finished, not knowing what to expect. When he opened his eyes, his heart skipped not one, but ten beats.





Chapter 6



Isabell had grown again, but not a bit.

Even from the platform, Mike couldn't see her face.

Or her chest.

Or her butt.

Not even her knees.

The only thing he saw were her feet. Huge, enormous, gargantuan feet!

Covering most of Vienna!

Her ankles disappeared in the clouds, such was her vastness.

Isabell's feet slowly moved from side to side, as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Vienna was crushed, just by this, unconsciously performed, action. Isabell stood no less than twelve miles tall!

"Gee, Mikey, I think your city failed my test. I can't even see it as I'm standing in it. And you said my home town is an unimportant dog hole....Come on, where is it? Where is Vienna, Mike? Did I miss it? Hahaha!" Her voice boomed from the heavens, it seemed like God was announcing Judgment Day. For Vienna, it was. She killed over a million people in just twenty seconds.

Mike started to vomit. This was more than he could stand. His view narrowed, then blackened. He felt he was about to pass out.

A sudden gale blew the clouds away. It was Isabell's doing, she simply changed the weather by blowing. The sky cleared immediately. The oak shook violently from the wind, but remained rooted. The tree with the TV still stood upright, too. Isabell had thought of everything.

She bent down, her face large beyond imagination. Fortunately, the sun shone from an angle behind Mike, otherwise, her face would have darkened the entire sky.

"Oh, there it is! What a place! It can't even bear my little feet standing in it. Is that your "cultural centre of the world"? Where are the museums? Where is Schönbrunn Palace? Probably powder under my soles." Isabell smirked. She couldn't even see Mike anymore, even the mountain ledge was hardly visible. But she was sure he heard her.

She continued to humiliate him, now thinking of how he bragged of his money. "But such a wealthy guy like you is certainly willing to treat his girlfriend? How about a foot manicure?" She lifted one of her 1,5 mile long feet. Parts of Vienna still stuck to her sole, and her lifting caused tons of debris falling down. Mere crumbs to her.

"Let's see, I need a dozen bulldozers to remove the lint from under my toenails. A lake worth of water to wash my feet, of course, since your fucking hamlet, Vienna, dirtied them. I need workmen with drills to remove the callus from under my soles, the largest industrial circular saw to cut my toenails. And a storehouse full of nail polish, applied by about two hundred men. Can you arrange that for me? Or are you too poor even to grant me that humble wish, Mike?"

Isabell reveled in her new height. The display of her power was overwhelming, like an aphrodisiac. The last part of her plan was about to come, and Isabell got excited thinking about it. She got so excited, before she knew, her fingers were in her cunt. She started to masturbate.

She massaged her clit, which was big enough to put the biggest hot air balloon to shame. She caressed her 500 feet long pussy lips, and imaged them to squeeze an entire soccer stadium into oblivion. She could do that. Nothing could compare to her, not the highest mountain, not the deepest valley, not the largest city. All tiny and insignificant to her, goddess Isabell.....

She came. Her masturbating, together with her thoughts, did their work. Her vaginal muscles contracted with a force never seen on Earth before, sending slime and cum in monstrous quantities down to Earth. They fell for more than six miles, then hit the ground with tremendous force. If Vienna hadn't been eradicated already, entire city blocks would have now.

"AAAAAaaahhhh!!!!" Isabell's blissful sigh caused the trees in the surrounding mountains to bend like in a hurricane. Actually, her sigh was a hurricane. Luckily, she had turned away from Mike's direction, lest her breath would have flipped over the oak, or the "TV tree". And then he would not have been able to witness her last piece of revenge. She turned to him, at least towards the anthill-sized mountain that was his prison.

"So, you like Egypt, eh? A country only for "better" people to spend their holidays, you said. Well, let me see if that is so. Let's see if a simple farm girl can't have fun in Egypt!" Grinning, she waved at Mike and started to walk.

Isabell went south, stepping over the higher mountains and on the lower ones. To her, it was like walking over a rocky, snow- covered terrain. Some of the Alpine mountains were not able to support her weight and crumbled. Others were pressed into the ground. Countless Austrian villages and smaller cities were crushed. Isabell didn't care. She didn't care about the deaths she caused, the mayhem at her feet, the grief of the people over the deceased. The thought didn't even enter her mind. She was only bend on revenge.



Chapter 7

She arrived in Croatia and, after a short walk which replaced Zagreb's city centre with a 1,5 mile long, 3000 feet wide chasm the shape of a human's foot, she saw the Adriatic Sea in the distance. "Right, south it is, down the coast to Greece. Then, turn to the southeast. I'll be in Egypt soon afterwards." She walked towards the sea, uncaring about the city of Split disappearing under her foot, and waded down to the Adriatic towards the Mediterranean Sea. The water barely came up halfway her ankles.

Isabell's movements caused the water of the Adriatic to flood large areas of Italy, Croatia, Albany and Greece. Her weight alone was enough to raise the water level significantly, but a 12 mile woman walking by caused tidal waves that swept entire coastal cities away.

After about a quarter of an hour and many flooded areas later (not to mention countless ships now lying at the bottom of the Mediterranean), Isabell arrived in Egypt. She entered dry land near Alexandria, and took a deep breath. She was sure she was on every news channel now! She mattered, not the economy of the US. Mike was certainly watching TV too. This was the reason why she wanted a TV set. So he could witness what she was about to do to his beloved holiday country. She went for Alexandria, the hot weather making sure she was dry when she arrived three minutes later.

In Alexandria, Isabell went on rampage. Her huge, unforgiving, unyielding feet trampled everything, from the lowliest peasant's shack to the ancient Greek and Roman buildings. Isabell crushed the historical city, founded by and named after conqueror Alexander the Great, to the last house. Soon Alexandria, once capital of a great empire and centre of learning, was nothing but a ruin.

Then she proceeded to Cairo, making sure every place she saw was destroyed. For the smaller villages, about 5000 inhabitants, her big toe was enough to bore them into the ground. Larger ones were trod upon. They crunched like they were made of thin meerschaum.

Isabell continued. The Nile Delta made squishy sounds under her feet, groundwater welled up between her toes. It tickled her soles, making Isabell giggle. Cairo was just a few dozen steps away, every stride of her covered a distance of six miles.

Arriving in Egypt's capital, she scanned the ground. Soon, she saw what she was looking for.

The Pyramids.

The ancient wonders of the world were little more than small bumps to her. She could even barely see them, being of the same color as the surrounding desert sand. Isabell walked towards them, crushing Cairo in the process. To Isabell, it seemed like walking on gravel.

Isabell curled her toes and placed them next to the pyramid of pharaoh Mykerinos. It was hardly the size of the nail of her big toe. Isabell laughed. Did the ancient Egyptians really worked decades for this? This small piece of rock? Flipping her big toe, she shattered the pyramid. It's stones flew like a grapeshot all over the desert.