Hear a rumble from nearby

Sophie: "Huh? What's that?"

You can hear sirens blaring and screaming. But strangely, it doesn't seem to coincide with your previous path of carnage. You forcibly grow an odd thirty feet or so to take a look over the surrounding building.

What you see is awe-inspiring: a gigantic young muscular testosterone-fueled man is in the process of fucking the business central into submission. Military helicopters are flying around him, but get swatted out of air like fruit flies. He must be a mile tall.

Sophie: "Hoh-hooo oh, my!"

The sheer aggression in his movement, the deep, earthquake-inducing moans and his shared hobby of wrecking things are too much. You half-involuntarily end up jilling off, unable to avert your eyes. In the process you keep growing, inattentively walking straight through an entire block of buildings as you approach the man.

As you nearen the stranger in size, his moans begin to sound more human-like to you. Eventually you yourself are three quarters of a mile tall, enough to snuff out smaller houses with a single toe and put Burj Khalifa to shame.

The man notices you. You are unsure of whether he is more surprised by seeing another giant person, or by the wide grin on your face.

Sophie: "Hi there!"

Steven: "Uhh. Hi!"

You stare at one another awkwardly for a moment.

Sophie: "I see that you're 'sticking it up' to the 1%, hm?"

The man snorts a bit and a hearty laugh escapes him.

Steven: "Heh. Yeah. So eh, what's your deal? Woke up and could suddenly grow?"

Sophie: "A-ha."

The man nods a bit.

Steven: "So what's your name?"

Sophie: "Sophie. Also you're super hot by the way. Wanna thrash the city with fervorous lovemaking?"

Steven: "Boy do I ever!"

Steven gets up. You can now see the full bulk of his assets: a schlong like a skyscraper, already ever-so-delightfully dripping with cum. And you, a fit, healthy and curvy young woman already revved up, are precisely as alluring of a subject to Steven.

The two of you embrace and kiss, surrounded by the light harmless buzzing of fighter jets and news choppers. You both get down on your knees, casuing tenfold more destruction on the ground as while standing up. Steven is no dweeb nor a prude: his fingers dance on your ample breasts skillfully.

But you can't help but feel the mood isn't fully set. Both you and Steven still crave the incomparable bliss of total and utter mayhem. So you shove Steven back and jump on top of him. You ravage Manhattan like a fleshy mile-long rolling pin. An hour passes and there is hardly and upright wall in the city.