When Lily turns around, she grins. "You gotta be shitting me."

Standing a few blocks away, staring down the teenage giantess like a super-sized Wild West lawman, is some kind of massive bipedal robot—probably 240 feet tall to Lily's 250. If you had any ability to see it from your spot between her cheeks, you'd probably say it looks like a cross between an RX-78 Gundam and an M1 Abrams tank—vaguely humanoid, bristling with heavy-duty armor plating and several different types of very-heavy-caliber guns, including two colossal shoulder-mounted rocket launchers and a pair of bus-sized wrist-mounted miniguns. It's clearly state-of-the-art stuff, not something the military would field lightly. 

"Yo," says Lily, raising an eyebrow. "What the fuck are you supposed to be?"

The robot hesitates. Then, after a pause, you hear a booming, digitally distorted voice. "ATTENTION, HOSTILE. THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING." Based on the amount of uncertainty in the robot's tone, it sounds like it's being piloted by a regular-sized human. "STAND DOWN NOW OR PREPARE TO BE DESTROYED."

Hearing this, you can't help feeling sorry for whoever is driving this thing—no matter how much armor and weaponry they're packing. In your experience, the only thing worse than running away from Lily is trying to invoke the threat of disciplinary action against her.

"Or prepare to be what now?" says Lily, scoffing. "You think you can take me, tin man?"

Again, the mech hesitates. You get the impression that its operator is rethinking the idea of facing off against a giant monster like Lily. "THIS SYSTEM IS DESIGNED TO WITHSTAND 9.9 MAGNITUDE EARTHQUAKES, CATEGORY FIVE HURRICANES, AND MULTIPLE DIRECT HITS FROM A TACTICAL NUCLEAR WEAPON," says the pilot, seemingly as much to reassure himself as to intimidate his opponent. "YOU HAVE THREE SECONDS TO STAND DOWN, OR-"

"Boooring," says Lily, cracking her knuckles and stepping forward to rush her new opponent. 

Before the pilot has time to ready his array of weapons, your giant bully is already close enough to deliver a forceful hip-check. You've seen Lily do this move at normal size before to great effect, and it's no less devastating here—sending the whole mech toppling backward into half a dozen nearby buildings, including city hall. It's easy for you to imagine the military's top generals watching this somewhere and shaking their heads.

"Let's call that 'direct hit' number one," says Lily, stepping over to the mech and re-adjusting her ponytail. 

Another thing you know all too well from years in school with Lily is that she's not afraid to literally or figuratively kick someone while they're down—and it seems like this fight will be no different. As the mech's pilot raises one of his wrist guns to shoot back, the giantess simply leans down and grabs the entire mech with both hands before hoisting it over her head and throwing it several blocks away. Clearly, you think, Lily's growth spurt has done more than just make her farts worse; her strength seems to have gone through the roof, too—enough to toss around a ten-thousand-ton piece of incredibly sophisticated military hardware like some kind of ragdoll.

"That's two," Lily chuckles, watching her opponent crash-land in Storm Valley Stadium.

When the mech struggles to its feet, it looks like the giant girl's onslaught is starting to take a toll. The incredibly sophisticated war machine's systems look heavily damaged from its last fall, and some of its joints are visibly sparking. While it may have been built to survive any conceivable earthly disaster, its creators clearly failed to conceive of Lily. 

"THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE," stammers the pilot, sounding more desperate by the second. "STAND DOWN NOW OR PREPARE TO BE DESTROYED."

"Try me," says Lily, provocatively raising her eyebrows.

The pilot responds by letting loose with a dazzling barrage of gunfire from his mech's shoulder-mounted cannons. Unfortunately, as impressive as the machine looks in action, none of its ordnance leaves a mark on Lily's huge, seemingly invulnerable form—aside from reducing her jacket, tank top and pants to shreds. Looking down and noticing her newly revealed nakedness, the purple-haired giantess scoffs. 

"Geez. Buy a girl a drink first."

So far, this battle seems about as one-sided as a fixed wrestling match—and hearing it all unfold from Lily's ass, you're not sure who you should be rooting for. On the one hand, you've already aligned yourself with your giant bully—but on the other hand, this mech seems to be the last thing standing between her and total victory.

Seeing the giant teenager stepping forward for another humiliating finishing move, the mech's pilot starts backing away, trying desperately to line up another shot. "NO!" he says, "STAY BACK! I'M WARNING Y-"

Then, before he can finish his warning, Lily catches up—grabbing both of his suit's arms and tearing them off like tissue paper.

"WHAT?" The pilot's voice is even more uncertain than ever. "HOW DID YOU..."

"Simple," says Lily. "I'm bigger than you. And I'm better than you. All of you." 

Finally, she stands up for a final finisher—body-slamming the giant walking weapon into the ground butt-first. Somehow, through the sheer size and density of Lily's ass, you remain totally unharmed through all of this. 

"Also," she adds, as if the mech's pilot isn't already aware. "I think we're up to three strikes... but let's make it four just for kicks."

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Her next fart is so strong that the ground starts shaking again beneath her. It lasts at least seven seconds, inundating the surrounding area with even more overpowering stink, leveling a dozen more buildings and compromising whatever remains of the doomed mech's systems. When she sits up, there's a fresh butt-shaped crater in the machine's torso—leaving its internal cockpit dangerously exposed. 

"There you are," says Lily, leaning down and forcing the cockpit open. Looking inside, she sees it contains a single occupant—a completely terrified-looking young soldier in an orange flight suit and helmet.

"D-don't eat me!" squeaks the pilot, his voice a million times less formidable without the mech's loudspeaker system.

"Alright," Lily laughs, dropping the tiny soldier back into the ruined mech and repositioning her huge, jiggling butt right over his only exit. "Your funeral."

"NO!" Even buried under several thousand tons of ass, you can still hear the pilot's last cry for mercy. "WAIT!!!"

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You've seen Lily unleash her farts on a lot of unsuspecting victims, but hearing the aftermath of this specific beatdown through her crack is a whole new experience. When the gas finally clears, the pilot's mech is visibly smoking, and the tiny soldier is totally limp—if not dead, then definitely unconscious, body and mind hopelessly overpowered by the giant girl's stink.

"Huh," Lily remarks, lifting her ass off the defeated machine. Taking a few steps back to survey her work, she cracks another smile. "I feel like these fights usually last longer in the movies. What a ripoff!"

All around your giant captor, you can hear the noise of helicopters circling—mostly military, but several civilian, broadcasting footage of Lily's brutal victory over the military's last line of defense to viewers all over the globe.

"Anyway," she says, looking up at all the flying cameras and smiling...