A Crossdresser's Romp - Fit the Third (Patreon)

A little shorter today, but I'm writing tomorrow...

Despite my size, I could feel the building disappear under my pump.  It was only the slightest resistance, the leather sole unforgiving and hard. I looked down an appreciated my work. My high heel was straddling an entire roadway, with the sides brushing up against buildings on either side of the street. It would be a tight squeeze for anything else, but the slightest shift of my foot would spell disaster for this burg’s built-up street. I considered twisting my foot to see what damage could be caused by such a tiny movement, but I resisted the urge.

Meanwhile, my other pump had speared a building on its heel, a comical sight. The shell, had somehow perfectly been spared, with the outer skin of the building wrapped around my heel, giving my gigantic pump a veneer of looking like building. No telling what happened to the inside of the building, but a mental image of my heel tip crashing through floors unconcerned with the occupants flashed through my mind, and my member strained for release again...not yet. More fun to have.

I took another step. For me a short distance, for the city below it was a monumental event.  My next step rocked the city.  The amount of force a high heel puts down rivals that of an elephant’s step at a normal size, but, when scaled up, that force is multiplied. Turning around I could see where the heels had been. A spider vein of cracks throughout the street I had walked down had destroyed the road, and the buildings looked like they had been through an epic earthquake. Wow, these heels were devastating.

Inside my pumps, the humidity had spiked considerably from my arousal, the nylons a slick damp, and made wearing my heels easier.  What I was unaware of was I had guests in my heels, but their survival wasn’t guaranteed, with the tropical environment inside my heels, not to mention my building size toes…