Independence

General Ainsley West-Texas walked into the spacious hangar, spurs jingling with each step. “So this is the big day,” he drawled, transferring his cigar to the other side of his mouth. “Came earlier than anyone woulda guessed… but it’s our job to be ready, ain’t it?”

“Yes - yes, sir,” muttered the technician who had brought the orange alert to General West-Texas’ attention. She wasn’t accustomed to addressing anyone as “sir,” or dealing with the military chain of command at all - much less that of the secret military to which she’d recently been recruited. Living and working in Area 51 was weird in a lot of ways.

She wanted to creep away from the general - partly to escape the gravitational pull of his military authority, and partly to help her colleagues in Project Empower a hand. But she felt certain the tall, broad general would fling a bellowing reprimand in her direction if she so much as took a step away - so she made frantic gestures at the other technicians, trying to communicate that it was go time.

And if her gestures didn't succeed, the team got the message when General West-Texas climbed the brief staircase to the Patton Stage built into the wall of the hangar.

Every room of import in Ainsley West-Texas’ domain had a Patton Stage, a recreation of the stage where George C. Scott delivered the famous speech from the movie Patton. There wasn't much to it - just a simple stage backed by an enormous, hanging American flag - but General West-Texas never missed an opportunity to use it.

Anyone who worked under the general soon learned that they didn't actually need to listen when he delivered the performance. He got completely absorbed in the act, turning to stare at imagined soldiers as he barked out each new line. The technician who'd come in with the general hurried to join her co-workers, helping them ready Project Empower for launch. Over to the side of the room, the general went through the motions of his speech, his enthusiasm undiminished by the lack of an active audience - and in time, he reached the speech's conclusion.

“...All right, you sons of bitches,” bellowed General West-Texas, red in the face, “You know how I feel. I'll be proud to lead you wonderful guys in battle anytime, anywhere. That's all.” His performance complete, he sighed and pulled at his collar, letting his body relax. “All right, I hope y’all are properly inspired. So where’s Project Empower?”

“Over here, dude,” said Vinyl Scratch, raising one arm languidly. “Been here the whole time. Been five hundred feet tall, too. Kinda hard to miss.”

Vinyl Scratch was indeed five hundred feet tall, reclining on the launch platform in an American-flag bikini. The skintight garment was a technological marvel, designed to grow alongside the woman who wore it - a feature it had in common with the one Octavia wore. But Vinyl, thanks to a team working in parallel with Project Empower, also wore a pair of black-rimmed purple shades and a set of headphones with a music-note mark printed on the side. They hadn't been part of the original plan, but after the first round of treatments had enlarged Vinyl to twenty feet tall, she'd complained to the scientists that she felt “naked, but not in a sexy way,” without her glasses and her headphones.

And once the team had acceded to that request, she'd also had them build her a giant smartphone at tremendous expense. Bossing around the tiny nerds was loads of fun; once they'd built her the giant phone, it had finally clicked that they needed to keep her happy. She was an invincible weapon, vital to America’s national security; she could do pretty much whatever she wanted, and everyone around her would just have to deal with it.

Although… there was one guy who still raised a fuss everyone and then.

“Project Empower!” roared General Ainsley West-Texas, “Do not tell me you have been using the social medias, in defiance of my direct orders!”

“Smile,” said Vinyl, throwing up a peace sign and posing for a selfie that placed General West-Texas in the background. The front-facing camera’s flash filled the hangar with light, and Vinyl reviewed the picture. It was good - classic selfie posing, with plenty of cleavage in frame. The general was a cowboy-hatted speck in the background, behind banks of computers and white-coated technicians.

“Chilling in Area 51,” said Vinyl, tapping at her phone. “Hashtag SecretMilitary, hashtag BlackOpsWeaponDevelopment, hashtag FiveHundredFeetTall. Send tweet.”

“Do not send tweet!” bellowed the general, his face flushed red with anger. “I repeat, do not send tweet!”

“Aaaand sent,” said Vinyl Scratch, smiling casually.

“Goldarnit,” muttered the general. “All right, initiate social media suppression protocol D-R…” he put his hand to his forehead. “Shoot, what am I sayin? Project Empower’s goin’ public. No point tryin’ to keep a tweet under wraps.”

“Project Empower!” he shouted, “Those spotted dicks over in the Yoo-Kay have launched their own giant woman, and she has just made landfall in Delaware! You are to sprint to Washington DC, intercept her, and subdue her by any means necessary!” He turned to the nearest technician. “Do we have visual on her?”

A technician nodded, calling up an image of Octavia taken from ground level. “This was relayed to us by an agent in the field!” barked General West-Texas. “The weapon’s size is estimated at thirty-five hundred feet - which happens to also be the maximum size that you can attain after one more treatment! You will be treated with enlargement energy, launched, and then you will subdue the enemy’s weapon!”

“Right, yeah,” said Vinyl, pulling down her shades to look at the image of Octavia. The low angle of the shot made Octavia’s body especially impressive - she wasn’t just a svelte woman with smooth skin and huge tits, she was clearly a giantess, her stern face obscured by low clouds and her feminine curves painted with long shadows. Her curves sent a pang of envy through Vinyl’s gut; Vinyl Scratch had a damn good body, slim and toned with perky tits and a tight ass, but Octavia was so much more round and womanly and marvelously thick.

“So yeah, subdue her, right,” said Vinyl, rubbing a couple of fingers at her inner thigh. “So we’re talking, like, what - spanking? Violently passionate kisses? Tearing off that Union Jack bikini?”

“Whut?” said the general, his mouth gaping. “No, missy! Your training!”

“Oh, the close-quarters combat stuff?” said Vinyl, thinking back to the first few weeks of her time in the secret base. “Yeah, I don’t remember any of that.”

“Not even the basics?” demanded the general.

“Hmmm, nope,” said Vinyl. “Don’t worry, I’ll totally do by best.”

“Yeah, good,” sighed General West-Texas. “Real comforting. We a go for launch?”

A technician shot the general a thumbs-up, and he nodded. At his command, the technician threw a switch on his console, and Vinyl was bombarded with invisible enlargement energy from all sides. The tingle was familiar to Vinyl, but it was more focused now, hitting her in stronger waves than any previous treatment. She felt herself beginning to grow, her five-hundred-foot body expanding in every direction as the enlargement emitters powered down.

The platform under her feet began to rise, hydraulic lifts propelling her upward, straining against her increasing mass. She’d never ridden this elevator before, but she knew where it was taking her - up to the surface, out of the underground facility where she’d spent the past few months. Over her head, at the top of a long elevator shaft, she saw a circular aperture open up, letting in the stinging daylight of the Nevada Desert. Vinyl was lucky that she was wearing shades - and that those shades, along with her headphones and her smartphone, were keeping pace with the growth of her body.

One thing that wasn’t keeping up with her body was the elevator shaft around her. It was comfortably sized for a five-hundred-foot-tall woman, but she was growing fast, and the walls of the round chamber were drawing ever closer. She couldn’t tell for certain… but it really looked like she was going to outgrow the elevator shaft before she reached the surface.

Vinyl bent her knees, turning her head upward and setting her eyes on the top of the shaft. Then she jumped, leaping straight up, gaining just enough height to hook her fingers around the rim of the aperture. And none too soon; as she pulled herself up and into the sunlight, she felt both shoulders brush against the sides of the elevator shaft. Just a couple seconds later, and her growth would have made it impossible to escape.

Of course, getting her shoulders through wasn’t the only important milestone. Her breasts, still expanding within her flag-print top, began to fill the shaft, forcing her to wiggle her body to get them through. After that, it seemed like smooth sailing - until her hips suddenly became stuck. And much as she wiggled, her expanding ass simply wouldn’t work itself free. Her butt was simply too big - its thick, firm cheeks filled up the whole circumference of the shaft, and it was only getting larger…

But it didn’t hurt, Vinyl Scratch realized. The walls of the elevator shaft weren’t squishing her - rather, her growing body was effortlessly pushing against the walls, buckling the metal as her growth pushed it aside. She’d known her body was strong, but now she truly felt like the invincible weapon she was supposed to be.

Her widening ass thoroughly wrecked the elevator shaft, pushing its walls aside, and Vinyl lifted herself out of the hole, standing tall - eight hundred feet tall, in fact - in the bare desert. Now she just had to jog from Nevada to Washington DC - which would have been a pretty brutal chore back when she was five-foot-seven. But now, just under a thousand feet tall and still growing, it didn’t sound so bad.

Vinyl took off running, kicking up entire sandstorms with each step, making her way east across the blank, barren desert. The underground lab she’d emerged from was miles from any manmade structure on the surface, so it took some time before Vinyl encountered any signs of human civilization. She glanced down at a tiny desert town, barely more than a truck stop, so small that she passed it by in two strides. The impact of her footfalls shook the whole town, smashing windows and cracking foundations, but all that destruction was too small for Vinyl Scratch to see - or to care about. Her job was to protect America, and she’d have to tolerate a little collateral damage.

Of course, she wasn’t trying to smash up the landscape. The one actual tactical purpose her giant smartphone provided was a navigation app designed specifically for her, which gave her a route that minimized her contact with normal-sized humans. The goal wasn’t so much to keep her existence a secret - as that was basically impossible at this point - but to reduce the property damage her journey would cause. She’d still be leaving four-hundred-foot-long footprints all across the country, but most of them would be in fields and vacant lots as opposed to town squares and football stadiums.

Thanks in part to her headphones - and their wireless connection to the music library on her phone - the jog to DC just flew by. She began to run in rhythm with the music, letting her feet hit the ground in time with the pounding bass. That had always made her feel like a giant, even before she was one - and while the people at ground level could barely hear hear music, they certainly heard the seismic BOOM of her feet hitting the earth.

And when the National Mall came in view, Vinyl noticed two things in quick succession. The first was the absence of the Washington Monument; Vinyl wasn’t sure exactly where it was supposed to be, but she could tell it wasn’t there.

The second thing she noticed was a sound - the sound of a woman crying out in orgasm. Crying out so loud that her voice carried for miles… and her voice had a decidedly British inflection. Vinyl crouched, keeping herself low to the ground - although there wasn’t really anything she could conceivably hide behind. Even lying flat against the ground, the slimmest parts of her body were hundreds of feel tall - and the roundest parts of her body stuck out far more. Fortunately, not much stealth seemed to be necessary; the British giantess seemed to be mostly concerned with the climax wracking her body. Vinyl positioned herself behind her, readying herself to attack.

The giantess groaned as her orgasm came to an end, and slid the missing Washington Monument from her pussy. “So,” she said, her accent still crisp even in her lazy, post-orgasmic mumble, “do you give up?”

Vinyl Scratch, crouched beside the National Mall, sized up her opponent. The enemy giantess was, unfortunately, an absolute beauty. The ground-level photograph had made her look huge and imposing - which, of course, she was - but now Vinyl was the same size as her. To Vinyl, she just looked like a beautiful, curvaceous woman who was recovering from a mind-shattering orgasm. She didn’t look big - the world around her just looked small.

But she was still the enemy, a fact confirmed by her apparent attempt to intimidate the government by definiling a national monument. Beautiful or not, she wouldn’t hesitate to attack Vinyl Scratch… and there was no reason for Vinyl to keep hesitating. Her enemy was flat on her back, unaware of Vinyl’s presence, and still recovering from her orgasm. Vinyl wasn’t going to get a better chance than this. She set her immense smartphone on the ground, trusting that its wireless connection would continue to deliver music to her headphones. As for the headphones themselves, she kept them on - she was accustomed to listening to people while music was playing.

Vinyl leapt from her crouching position, bringing her elbow down on the other giantess in a maneuver that was far more WWE than CQC. Nonetheless, Vinyl was putting considerable force into it - even if it didn’t do serious damage, it would at least set Vinyl up to press the advantage granted by her surprise attack.

And yet when her elbow slammed down on the giantess’ chest, with so many tons of force behind it… not very much seemed to happen. She practically bounced off of Octavia, landing on the grass beside her as the other giantess yelped with surprise and scrambled to her feet. She glared at Vinyl in surprise and anger, struggling to form words.

“I… I was told the Americans didn’t have a giantess yet,” she spat accusingly at Vinyl, “And yet here you are, dressed in that gaudy and revealing garment… which unambiguously and tastelessly reveals your… national pride.”

“Tasteless?” said Vinyl, raising an eyebrow skeptically. “You’re wearing exactly the same thing, except less.” She pointed down at the spot where Octavia’s bikini bottom had once been, before she’d stripped it off. Her pussy, still leaking fluid onto her thighs, was out for all to see.

Octavia looked down at herself, frowning slightly at her immodest position. “Well…” she said, “At least my garment proudly displays the flag of the once and future British Empire. Yours is the rebel rag of an illegitimate nation, and I’ll take great pleasure in tearing it off your body.”

A disbelieving smile came over Vinyl’s face, and Octavia’s mind caught up with her mouth. “Dear me-” she stammered, “I didn’t mean…” She looked over Vinyl’s mostly-bare body, her face reddening. “You… you know what I meant!”

“I think maybe I do,” said Vinyl. “You think the USA and the UK should have a… what do you call it, the diplomatic thing…”

“A ‘special relationship?’” said Octavia, narrowing her eyes.

“Yeah, that.”

“No,” sneered Octavia, stepping back and squaring her shoulders. “I was expressing disrespect for your country’s flag, nothing more. We are enemies, er…” she paused. “If we are to duel, I suppose I should know your name…”

“Vinyl Scratch.”

“Octavia Melody. Charmed. But as I say, we are enemies. We are weapons, you and I, mere vessels for the ideals of our nations. Our countries have sent us to war against each other, and so we are bound to fight one another.”

“Yeah, I guess,” said Vinyl. “But, like… two chicks as good-looking as us, it’s kind of a shame, right? There’s, like… better stuff we could be doing together, you know? I mean, you obviously don’t mind showing off your, uh… goods.” Again, she pointed down, at Octavia’s bare crotch. “Like, fuck…” hissed Vinyl, “It’s not just me, right? Being this big is kind of a turn-on, isn’t it? Havin’ this giant body makes me wanna cum my brains out while everyone’s watching.”

“How vulgar,” said Octavia. “You’re supposed to be embodying the ideals of your nation, and yet you are… hedonistic and disloyal…” she paused. “Ah, of course,” she said, “you are the embodiment of the American state, wandering aimlessly across the moral landscape, untended by the wisdom of the noble empire, a slave to base desire and so-called ‘individualism.’”

“Yeah, totally,” said Vinyl. “You nailed it. So we’re gonna, like, fight, or…”

“Indeed!” said Octavia, raising both fists. “I don’t suppose you are familiar with Marquess of Queensbury rules, so I shall explain them in comprehensive detail, repeating myself as needed, until you-” Vinyl slapped her across the face. “Ow! You bitch!”

And the fight was on. Neither giantess had an especially muscular physique, but each punch landed like a bomb blast, sending shockwaves through the ground with every impact.

And yet… something was off. Vinyl and Octavia realized it at about the same time, and their eyes met, their expressions sharing the same confusion. They stepped back from each other in an unspoken ceasefire.

“So…” said Octavia, “Don’t take this for a boast, but… none of your punches actually seemed to hurt me.”

“Yeah, same here,” said Vinyl. “And when I hit you, it felt like punching a brick wall… except it didn’t hurt my hand or anything.”

“It seems we truly are invincible,” said Octavia. “Not simply against conventional weapons, but against each other as well. Yet we have a duty to battle each other until there is a clear victor. There must be some alternate method of combat that we - gah!”

Once again Vinyl took the initiative, leaping at Octavia, tackling her to the ground. They slid along the National Mall, Octavia’s shoulders digging furrows into the grass as they skidded towards the half-smashed Capitol Building. The senators, rattled by the seismic impact of the giantess’ bodies, braced themselves for another impact… but the gigantic beauties slid to a stop just before they hit the building.

Vinyl was pinning Octavia against the ground, her hands on the other giantess’ shoulders. Octavia struggled, not quite generating enough kick to throw Vinyl off of her. “What are you doing?” Octavia grunted.

“Grappling you,” said Vinyl, grinning as she leaned her body closer. “I figure we can wrestle for a while, and one of us will eventually tire out.”

Octavia felt herself starting to sweat as Vinyl’s face came closer. She was close enough that she could see Vinyl’s eyes through her dark glasses… and they were every bit as mischievous and hungry as her smile. Octavia had tried to deny it, but Vinyl’s seductive offers held some appeal - and having her whole body pressed against Vinyl was only making it more tempting. Her giant body had a huge sexual appetite, and fucking herself with the Washington Monument had only whetted it.

“I suppose… a bit of a grapple could be… fun…” muttered Octavia. With each breath, she felt Vinyl’s tits pressing into hers - and Vinyl was grinding her hips into Octavia, stroking her bikini bottom against Octavia’s bare, wet pussy lips.

“Ooh, yeah,” said Vinyl. “I love fun.” She gripped Octavia’s shoulders harder, digging in her fingers. “And since all’s fair in love and war, maybe I’ll just…” Slowly, she lowered her face, pursed her lips, and kissed Octavia.

Octavia briefly entertained the notion of struggling, fighting back, trying to reverse Vinyl’s pin - but after a mere second of feeling Vinyl’s soft lips against hers, she put the thought from her mind. When she felt Vinyl’s tongue touch her lips, she opened her mouth, inviting the other giantess deeper inside.

Octavia lay back, but it wasn’t England she was thinking of. She was thinking only of herself, of the pulsing heat in her womanhood, and of the passion and vigor with which Vinyl was plundering her mouth. This fire, this hunger, this beastly, greedy horniness the American brute was displaying… maybe the colonies had something to teach her after all.

Vinyl broke the kiss, smiling warmly at Octavia as she pulled her head back. “Woah, you’re not even moving,” she said. “I must be really good at this grappling thing. Hmm, but I bet this’ll make you squirm…” She pulled herself backward, sliding herself down Octavia’s body, tracing her lips and her nose along the curve of her neck, the little hollows of her shoulders, and down to her chest, where her bikini top still covered her huge, round tits. With a growl, she bit down on the little red string between the two cups, pulling the top away, freeing Octavia’s breasts.

Vinyl Scratch shuddered in lust and amazement as she watched Octavia’s tits jiggle their way out of her top. They looked even bigger now; her body unbound by the Union Jack, she was just a woman, huge and powerful and beautiful, with loyalty to nothing besides her own pleasure. A quick glance to the left or right, at the miniature city of Washington DC, reminded Vinyl that Octavia’s breasts weren’t merely big - they were colossal, big and enough to crush buildings to dust beneath their weight.

Vinyl cupped her mouth around Octavia’s left tit, circling the nipple with her tongue, smiling at she felt the other giantess’ legs kick and squirm beneath her. “You devious bitch,” Octavia moaned, “what are you trying to do to me…”

“It’s not obvious yet?” teased Vinyl, lifting her head from Octavia’s breast. “I guess I should keep going…” She worked her way down Octavia’s body, running her fingers along her bare tummy, kissing her navel, bringing her mouth just inches away from Octavia’s wet cunt.

(Well, actually, it was about twenty yards away, which doesn’t sound like an intimately close distance. But given the size of their bodies, it seemed like inches.)

Vinyl blew a warm breath onto Octavia’s pussy, making the other giantess whimper. “I think I found your weakness, Octavia,” she said, breathing in the scent of her womanhood. “How many times do you think I’ll have to make you cum before you’re totally helpless? Two? Three? Ten? I’ll do whatever it takes, gorgeous. For America.”

Before Octavia could offer a retort, Vinyl’s tongue was at the base of her pussy lips, slowly working its way upward. She gasped, drawing in heavy breaths - and then she squealed, digging her heels into the earth as Vinyl’s hot, slick tongue touched her clit. “Ohhh...” she groaned, “You can’t… you musn’t…”

“Oh?” said Vinyl. “Must I not? Well, if I misread your signals, then just let me know. Should I stop eating your pussy, Miss Melody?”

Octavia just lay there, gasping, rubbing her thighs against one another. She couldn’t bring herself to beg for Vinyl’s affection… but she also couldn’t say no. In desperate, frustrated silence, she lay there, waiting for Vinyl’s touch.

“Wow,” said Vinyl. “For a chick who just fucked herself with a tower, you’re, like, shy or something. But I’m not hearing a no.” She dove back in, parting Octavia’s folds, tasting her womanhood as she probed her. Vinyl steadied herself, placing both hands on Octavia’s thighs as she thrust her tongue deeper, searching out bundles of sensitive nerves that would make Octavia quiver and cry out.

“You… can’t defeat me like this,” groaned Octavia. “You really think you can weaken me by making me cum? Americans are truly gutter trash if this is how they approach life…”

Vinyl just laughed - and as if retaliating against the insult, she withdrew her tongue from the folds of Octavia’s pussy and attacked her clit, circling it and flicking at it with the tip of her tongue. It was a focused, dedicated assault, overcoming Octavia’s senses and sending jolts of pleasure all through her core. Her mind sinking beneath waves of sensation, Octavia began to worry that Vinyl really would overcome her this way. The climax she was building towards seemed so big, so powerful, that it would lay her flat, completely draining her… she would have no choice but to surrender, once that final wave crashed over her shores.

But if she couldn’t win against Vinyl, she could at least force a draw. “Vinyl,” she groaned, “You must let me return the favor… please, I wish to taste your pussy, you lovely creature…”

“I get it,” said Vinyl, lifting her head. “You can tell I’m not bluffing. My tongue can bring any woman to her knees, even a big, beautiful giantess like yourself. And now you think you can turn the tables on me? I’d like to see you try, you stuffy bint.” She paused. “Am I using that term correctly? Bint?”

“Well, I don’t like being insulted,” muttered Octavia, “But yes, contextually that is correct.” She lifted her upper body and shot her hand down to Vinyl’s crotch, digging her fingers beneath the elastic of her red-and-white-striped bikini bottom. She sent two probing fingers into the folds of Vinyl’s pussy, coating her fingers in the copious fluid of her arousal. “Ooh, you’re wet, aren’t you, slut?” she teased. “Mmm, I can’t wait to taste this… this must be litres of pussy juice you’re leaking, mustn’t it? A big girl like you, your pussy must be a bottomless fountain of delicious fluid. Won’t you let me pleasure you, Miss Scratch?”

“Shit,” breathed Vinyl, “You got really nimble fingers…”

“I am a musician, Miss Scratch,” said Octavia, sending her fingers deeper. “And while I am not quite as skilled a vocalist, I believe my mouth can do great things for you. Will you open yourself up to me? I have already conquered the phallic monument of your nation… but conquering this yonic monument will be a far greater deed. Your body, your womanhood is the pinnacle of American accomplishment,” she said, “Just as mine is the pride of the British Empire.”

“You’re a real flatterer,” said Vinyl. “All right, since you want it so bad, go ahead and eat my pussy. But… you gotta let me finish eating yours too. I still plan on winning this war.”

Vinyl lay back, and Octavia crawled on top of her, positioning her mouth over Vinyl’s pussy and her crotch over Vinyl’s face. Before Octavia’s thighs descended onto her, burying her face in the musky shadows of her crotch, Vinyl took one last look at the landscape around her. She’d never been to her country’s capitol before, and now this historic spot - a place rich with history and dotted with monuments - was like a little model city. All its powerful people, men and women of wealth and influence, were tiny specks; even the arsenals that the government commanded were useless against her giant, invincible body. The only thing that mattered - the only thing with as much power as Vinyl Scratch - was the beautiful body of Octavia Melody.

Vinyl Scratch let her mouth surround Octavia’s pussy, and she let her tongue resume the work she’d already started. A fresh wave of fluid hit her tongue, bathing it in gallons of musky, sweet juice - and just as she was beginning to appreciate the flavor, she felt Octavia tear away her bikini bottom and touch her own tongue to Vinyl’s clit. It was just a touch - no technique, no great speed - but feeling the warm, slick tongue of a beautiful woman on her love button made her body shiver with anticipation.

Vinyl wrapped her arms around Octavia’s hips, feeling the soft curves of her big round bottom. She felt Octavia’s nimble fingers stroking at the small of her back and cupping her ass - and, not for the first time, she felt a little self-conscious about her body. Vinyl knew she looked good - she was slender and athletic, with pleasing curves, but her body didn't compare to Octavia’s. Vinyl was bigger everywhere it counted: her ass was rounder, thicker, meatier. Her tits were bigger, heavier, but still perfectly firm. Even though they met as enemies, Vinyl felt so lucky to have met a woman who was not just her size but bigger.

And on top of that, her pussy was delectable. The taste washed over her senses, augmenting the sensations flowing from her pussy. Octavia had been modest about the skillfulness of her mouth, but she was good - her tongue was strong and quick and hungry. When they’d been fighting, their fists had barely made an impact, but Octavia’s tongue-lashing was already wracking her body with more pleasure than she could bear. Becoming a living weapon, an invincible giantess, had made her immune to seemingly any source of pain - but her capacity for pleasure had only grown.

And judging by the way Octavia squirmed above her, Vinyl was giving as good as she was getting. All thoughts of “winning” were behind her, but it still occurred to Vinyl that being on top would be fun. She braced one elbow against the ground and pushed off, rolling both their bodies over, once again pinning Octavia beneath her body. And Octavia’s body wasn’t the only thing beneath her; as they rolled over, Octavia’s ass turned a stately building to rubble and her shoulder blades crushed another, more modern one.

Let’s see, thought Vinyl, thinking back to the DC map she’d been looking at on her phone. That would have been… the national gallery? I wonder if anyone was in there.Well, it’s not my fault if they haven’t evacuated by now…

Squeezing Octavia’s luscious cheeks with both hands, Vinyl launched another attack on her pussy, swiping her tongue in rapid circles along her lips and swirling it around her clit. Vinyl was proud of her technique and the strength of her tongue, but her focus was degrading quickly as Octavia “returned fire” with her own attacks on Vinyl’s cunt. Neither of them necessarily believed that they’d “defeat” the other through sex… and yet, they each channeled all of their determination into making the other cum. It was a point of personal - and national - pride now, this race to make each other climax.

As they buried their faces in each others’ thighs, licking and grabbing at each other, they fought for the dominant position, rolling over each other, smashing their intertwined bodies into more and more structures - some old and distinguished, some sleek and modern, and some quite ordinary. Their bodies were like a steamroller, leaving a trail of destruction half a mile wide through America’s capitol.

Vinyl felt her limbs quivering, her whole body losing control as Octavia brought her closer to climax. She couldn’t lose, not like this - she’d never taken her job as America’s secret weapon as seriously as her superiors hoped she would, but now that it came down to eating pussy, she needed to win. Her mouth was moaning uncontrollably, but she did her best to keep her tongue under control, flicking it furiously against Octavia’s clit. Octavia, as far as Vinyl could tell, was just as far along as her; the Brit’s body shivered each time Vinyl’s tongue lashed at her love button. Just a little more, thought Vinyl, finding herself on the bottom, with Octavia’s pussy hovering above her face. Just a little more, and I’ll get to feel Octavia’s body as she comes, I’ll get to taste a fresh flood of pussy juice, and I’ll be the fucking winner…

The thought of making Octavia cum was exciting… too exciting, in fact. That extra spark of arousal was all her body needed to push itself over the edge and finally cum - and as she felt the feeling hit her, she groaned frantically, attacking Octavia’s clit with one final desperate assault before her climax overcame her. Within the first second of its buildup, Vinyl could tell this orgasm would be explosively powerful, hitting her with a force greater than any weapon built by mankind. She put all her desperation into one last circling motion, sweeping her tongue around the edges of Octavia’s clit - and at the very last moment, Vinyl got her.

The giantesses came together, their paired orgasms sending seismic waves through the city of DC. Their shuddering bodies, each one thirty-five hundred feet tall, were weapons of beautiful destruction, and their lovemaking was a heavenly, transcendent catastrophe. Nearby buildings, which had escaped the crushing weight of their bodies as they rolled over the city, now collapsed from the shockwaves their bodies produced. Further away, Vinyl and Octavia’s voices shattered windows as they each threw their heads back and cried out.

Clutching each other, steadying themselves against the other, the two giantesses rode out their orgasms until, panting, their bodies lay still. Octavia rolled off of Vinyl, lifted her head, and spoke weakly.

“In light of… this impasse,” she said, “Perhaps our nations may… negotiate. A new peace may be in order, given the evenly matched strength of their ultimate weapons.”

“Yeah,” said Vinyl, “I’ll talk to my bosses and try to convince them that peace sounds cool.” She propped herself up on her shoulders, gazing admiringly at Octavia’s flushed face and colossal round tits. “Hey, speaking of which… did I see you trying to intimidate the Senate? Why weren’t you talking to the President?”

“I have no interest in parleying with a mere figurehead,” said Octavia.

“Huh?” said Vinyl. “Naw, dude, the President isn’t like your royalty, he’s like… the commander-in-chief of the military, and he has a bunch of other powers…”

“Nonsense,” said Octavia. “The true authority lies with the King of the Senate.”

“King of the…” Vinyl titled her head. “Yeah, that’s not a thing, like, at all.”

Octavia scoffed. “Americans,” she said. “You don’t even know how your own country works.”