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I couldn’t stop looking down at my feet. Partly, from necessity, partly from enjoying the view of my high heels dwarfing the buildings around them. Every time I thought about how high my heels were, and how big they were, I would get weak…and my member would twitch and stiffen, desperate to be released. I couldn’t do that just yet. I had a plan…a much “bigger” plan for this city. I wanted to feel this city under my soles. Not quite ‘big’ enough yet. In the meantime, I reveled in leveling buildings and smashing cars under my titanic heels. The longer I wore my So Kate’s the more comfortable they felt. Comfortable was a relative term however. That 4.7” in heel was murder for my feet. Stiletto heels look amazing, but I had to really concentrate on where I put my foot down, because if I calculated wrong, I would destroy blocks under me. It would be fun to fall down on the city, but I wasn’t looking to twist an ankle.

I was becoming steadily more aroused as the minutes passed. Another growth spurt was coming, but I didn’t know when or how much it would be. Being 5000ft tall was amazing as it is, with my heels towering over smaller buildings, my stilettos looking like a monolithic shiny glass skyscraper on its own. My restrained member under my skirt would be a terrifying sight for these poor souls, who thought their city was being punished for some patriarchal sin. And it was, in a way. But they were overthinking it. I was big, and I wanted to get off. Blow off some steam. Simple. Being like this was an intersection of several of my fetishes; my foot fetish, my shoe fetish, and my love of clothing. For me to wearing this outfit in public, and on the largest scale imaginable (at least for the people of this place) was the ultimate thrill. I felt like I would explode.

And I did.

I felt the growth before I noticed it. From my member straining underneath my skirt, I felt the warm feeling of power coursing through my veins, making me steadily hornier by the second. It was nice feeling.

Then I looked down.

I could identify cars and trucks and people before, but the perspective had changed a bit. My heels on my 5000ft form had become truly massive. I got a bit weak when I noticed that my heel now dwarfed the largest building in town. The skyscraper, which name I had forgotten, was a truly a colossus of architecture. It was over a hundred floors, and had the antenna mast for every TV and radio station in the region on its spire. And now my So Kate’s dwarfed it. It came scarcely halfway up my heel. My 120mm (4.7”) heel was now the biggest “building” in the region. I must have at least doubled in size. My foot was now as big as the building was tall. I could pluck it from the ground with my toes, if I took a notion. The streets were a patchwork network of roads, looking like one of the those toy car mats, except the roads were now less than a finger’s width.

And I could have sworn I saw clouds forming around my knees. Every time I would step, my skirt would wave them away, but having clouds at my knees was quite the experience. At my ankles would be better, but not yet. Too much fun to be had.

I decided to slip off my heels for a bit, just to let my toes stretch. What happed next was curious to me, and terrifying for the people below. It immediately clouded up close the ground, and thunder and lightning added to the chaos of me taking my heels off. My feet just created a weather system. My feet. The humidity from my toes and my now exposed insoles pushed huge amounts of moisture into the air, and the rains came. But not ordinary rain. Foot sweat rain. Sticky. Vinegary. Heavy. I could smell the damp from my vantage, but it was spectacular. I nearly exploded from feeling the power of my size.

Then my skyscraper-sized pump. The heels never wanted to really stand up from when I bought them. But watching the sheer scale of that heel falling over onto dozens of smaller buildings was a sight to behold. That towering colossus destroying at least a couple dozen square blocks under its mass.

BOOOM!

I took a step around to see the damage it made. My damp nylons began to accumulate the buildings, cars, and people that were underfoot. I lifted my foot. The carnage was mindboggling.