Mrs Otterson was in no hurry, she was out for a stroll. One of the richest people in the USA she had owned most of the people anyway, now she was just going to claim their subservience officially, as their god. They didn’t seem to know it yet, as the entire US Airforce engaged her and tried to stop her. It would be useless. She was miles tall after the explosion at her tech weapons plant had given her a dose of an experimental size changing ray, before the whole plant was destroyed. Her beautiful PA was close enough to get caught in the blast too, and was now sitting on her necklace. Miniscule to Sandra Otterson, but still hundreds of feet tall, Debra would be needed to administer her instructions. Sandra was covering a mile with every step. She was going to Washington to receive the president’s unconditional surrender. She didn’t feel the bombs and bullets from these tiny midges flying around her. Barely felt as they exploded against her titanic breasts – enhanced by the best boob man in the world, now able to crush cities – they were unable to outpace her. These city destroyers now heaved and swept thousands of feet from side to side and up and down with each hip-swinging step over forests and mountains. She was glad she had worn her red suit this morning. Her power suit.

I’ve been wanting to do this kind of clothed cleavage shot for ages, but it always seemed too boring, but discovering the right reference pic and the story forming in my head brought it to life (Model is Sandra Otterson of wifeysworld.com).