Amandazilla: Swatting Flies (2k)

This series is a collaboration with @amandazillaa on Twitter. She’s a hot, athletic giantess and real life 5’11 goddess. As this is a series it's in 2k for Mini Bosses, with Big and Mega Bosses receiving the 4k files for these images. All four 2k images will go public in four weeks but this story will remain exclusive for subscribers.

The first shell thudded into Amanda’s Shoulder, the next into her thigh. As the blows struck her she flinched, almost expecting to see her arm rent from her body. But no… she felt the impacts, but only like you might feel a punch from a twelve year old. There was enough force to push her, to test her balance, but it didn’t even hurt. As the fireball quickly disappeared, she wasn’t even singed. Amanda grinned. These little insects didn’t stand a chance.

A helicopter buzzed in the air, just out of reach. It wasn’t easy moving through these narrow streets. The buildings were mostly around shoulder height to her and obscured her view of the ground. She knew the army must be around here somewhere, but it was so easy for them to hide. It was like trying to look for mice in a corn field. Then, as she came across an opening she saw them; a force of tanks and trucks were gathered in an open area in front of City Hall. She was on them like a tornado.

Stepping out from behind a skyscraper, more shells and rockets thudded into her. Now that she was braced for them they didn’t even rock her. She stood, directly over the force, watching them scatter around at her feet. They were so pathetic she couldn’t help but laugh. She wanted a closer look. Falling to her hands and knees Amanda looked down on them with amusement. The soldiers were brave enough, many standing their ground and firing up at her with automatic rifles, but the hail of gunfire was like a spray of windblown sand. Nothing more than a slight annoyance. Balling up her fist she smashed it down on top of a tank, utterly flattening it. The force of the blow smashed the ground open and sent nearby tanks, trucks, and soldiers tumbling through the air.

Rising up to her knees again Amanda plucked a handful of vehicles off the ground, and held them in her palm. Taking one of the tanks she lowered it between her legs, the turret rubbing against her sensitive clit. She was so wet that the whole thing almost slipped inside her, so she took another and repeated the process, grinding it harder against her in a slow, almost lazy rhythm. She wanted this fragile toy to last. Feeling her climax coming, Amanda increased the pace, now thrusting against her hand, even as the tank was forced against her swollen nub, until she felt the hull crumpling as she came, her voice echoing out across the city.