"Now," says Lily, "I think it's time to go show the rest of this town who's boss."
With her favorite victim secured, your 250-foot-tall high school bully turns and lumbers off, back toward the smoking ruins of Storm Valley's once-bustling downtown, ripping fart after fart into your helpless face. All around her, the city's normal-sized residents scatter like bugs, trying and mostly failing to avoid her giant, careless feet and suffocating gas. You can't see much from your perch in the crack of her ass, but the occasional crunching sounds of buildings, cars and unlucky pedestrians being flattened underfoot doesn't leave much to the imagination.
Meanwhile, your other senses continue to suffer an overwhelming onslaught. Every step causes Lily’s superhuman booty to ripple and quake, threatening to crush your comparatively tiny form—and her farts, each louder and more devastating than the last, fill your nostrils with unbearable stink. You have no idea how long the two of you remain like this, the godlike giantess marching through her newly-claimed territory, farting relentlessly into you, her new fart absorber.
In the back of your mind, you can still hardly believe this is real. As Lily continues stomping her way into the city, leaving only carnage and the smell of sulfur in her wake, only one thing seems certain—you have no choice but to hang on for the ride. Whatever happens next, you're probably better off up here than down on the ground with everyone else.
About halfway into town, Lily stops to check her reflection in the side of a nearby building. Admiring her enormous, supernaturally curvy body, and the way that her growth spurt has filled out her already more than full figure, she cracks a smile. Then, when she notices all the people inside the building ogling her, her smile becomes a sinister grin.
“Oh,” she says, taking a step forward, “you guys like my ass? Lemme give you a closer look."
BBBBBRRPPPT
Turning her gigantic booty toward the office, the giant girl unleashes yet another colossal fart—destroying several floors of office space and sending the building's occupants into a panic. Then, as if to super-size her domination of the structure, she jumps up and slams her ass straight through its upper floors, her gargantuan, leather-clad cheeks shattering everything they touch. A few seconds later, the whole place comes tumbling down, pulverized into dust under her all-powerful rump.
"Take that, losers," says Lily, adjusting the position of her pants before standing up to continue her march of destruction.
As you find yourself carried deeper into the city, the two of you pass several more scenes straight out of disaster movies—the aftermath of Lily's first foray through town earlier this morning. Flattened cars, cracked streets, and countless buildings reduced to butt-shaped craters. You can hear several helicopters in the distance, though none dare approach.
Soon, your giant captor has made it back into the center of town, where the scattered remnants of the army battalion she wiped out earlier are still trying to pick up the pieces. Looking down at the dozens — maybe even hundreds — of soldiers scrambling to get out of her way, Lily laughs.
"Hey, boys," she says, grinning. "Did you miss me?"
Already hopelessly broken from their first brush with Toxic Lily, most of the soldiers take one look at her and start running. Of course, there's not much else they can do. None of their weapons had any effect on the giant gassy bully last time, and if they try to stand and fight again, they'll probably just end up getting eaten, squashed flat, or worse.
The problem with this response, which you know better than most, is that Lily operates on a logic mostly favored by certain species of apex predators. In other words, if you find yourself alone with her, you never want to show any signs of weakness—and you definitely don't want to try running away.
"I don't remember saying you could leave," the purple-haired giantess sneers, taking a few steps forward and flattening two armored vehicles packed with fleeing soldiers. "You're all mine now. You got that?"
The only answers she gets are several last-ditch potshots from the soldiers’ puny rifles and a direct hit to the shoulder from one of their few still-functioning tanks—which, predictably, leaves no impact whatsoever aside from singing her jacket. Looking from the smoking hole in her right lapel to the smoking barrel of the tank, Lily scowls.
"Alright, fuckers," she says, turning around and sticking her butt out toward the offending military hardware, "you wanna play rough? Let's play rough."
Deep down in Lily's ass, feeling her anus tensing up again, all you can do is flinch.
PPRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
While you've had a little time to adjust to the effects of Lily's giant-sized farts by now, this one is on a whole different level—enough to knock you out cold for several seconds. At this point, you're feeling increasingly sure that the only thing keeping you alive is the tolerance you've built up over years of constant proximity to your similarly-gassy friends Lilian and Jen.
Outside, the impact of Toxic Lily's latest fart is nothing short of biblical—washing over the surrounding area like a tidal wave and reducing several structures already weakened by her earlier rampage to rubble. Every surviving soldier is left gasping for breath, and their remaining tanks don't fare much better. Most are sent hurtling back several blocks by the sheer force of the blast.
When you regain consciousness, you can hear Lily laughing, evidently enjoying the effects of her newfound godlike power. "You like that?" She shouts, surveying the damage.
Of course, there's no one around to answer—but then, you hear something approaching behind her. Something big...