Dawn of the final day

Content note: giantess

Emma awoke the next morning to her genie taking a long drink of milk from her bloated boobs.

"Where's the others?" she asked.

Claire didn't pause her suckling. "All in the lamp. John's got a cock in every other hole."

"So it worked, then."

"Well, he's more submissive to you than he might like. Wish could've fixed that. He'll still enjoy plowing you into the bed but it'll be because you enjoy that, not because it's naturally what he wants to do now."

"But he gets it about how nice it is to submit?"

"He gets it, yeah," Claire said, finally popping her lips off of Emma's nipple. "Want me to take care of that, too?" the genie added, gesturing toward Emma's raging erection.

"What would be the point? It's always hard and ready to go."

"It would be fun to bounce on it for a while."

"I've got, what"--Emma glanced at her bedside clock--"six hours before poof, leave this world behind?"

"About that long," the genie confirmed.

"Well, might as well go out with a big huge bang, then."

"Worldwide orgy?" Claire said eagerly.

"Different kind of bang," Emma replied, chuckling.

Teleporting them to a stretch of countryside with nothing for miles around, Emma encompassed her body with her powers once more and started to grow again.

She didn't stop at something so mundane as twenty feet, or thirty, or fifty, or a hundred. She shot right past that until her foot was large enough to cover a substantial percentage of any large city.

"Finally going to use that wish about crushing?" Claire asked from where she sat in Emma's ear canal.

Emma stomped. The ground shook beneath her, the shockwaves rippling to nearby cities.

"Fee fi fo fum," she boomed. "I always wanted to say that if the giantess fetish stuff I read was ever something I got to do in real life. Not that I ever thought I would."

Stomping over to a nearby city, not her own hometown, she lifted her foot to cast it in shadow. "Don't worry," she said, her voice rattling structures beneath her. "This won't hurt a bit."

As indeed it did not; Emma's wishes meant that nobody was actually harmed as a result of her stomp. The buildings were completely demolished, cars were flattened, and her foot stink pervaded the air, but no actual person was harmed by what she did. Even as she proceeded to crush everything in the city, leaving nothing but broken infrastructure and roads ground into sand, the people themselves simply stood there, in terrified awe of the giantess wreaking devastation upon them.

"Claire," Emma said, not caring who heard her now, "fix the city and sex up the people."

"As you wish, Mistress!" A wave of genie magic washed over the destroyed metropolis.

"Now, what shall I do with you," Emma pondered once she found herself at the next nearest major urban area. Then she smiled and leaned over, squeezing her nipples. Instantly the city was drowned with thick, sweet milk, the substance carrying away all that had been built and even carving out a small pit but leaving the people swimming in it.

"Sex them up and fix it once they've had their fun," Emma ordered, and Claire obliged yet again.

Two more cities followed, one drowned in Emma's pussy juices and the other in her cum. The sexual fluids carried with them Emma's transformative demands, so all it took was a lingering touch of magic from the genie to make sure that everything would be as good as new.

Emma grew even bigger as she walked on. "Going to take out a city with one big stomp?" Claire guessed.

"More like one big smash," Emma replied, not hesitating at all to drop her massive ass right on her next target. The transformations there favoured titanic butts, of course.

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Author's note: The first option continues the scene directly, with an optional short bit with some more **** content that will not be to everyone's taste. The second option skips it.