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Huge Hex Maniac (Mini)
🕑 Added 2021-10-18 09:52:15 +0000 UTC[Due to so many of my major projects being in early stages of creation, I've decided to fill the gap by uploading a few mini-stories I recently wrote as requests for a reader. Please enjoy these little snacks! They may be just a few paragraphs long, but I think the details are rich and worthwhile~
The following short features a giga-sized Hex Maniac, and features destruction/crush and masturbation.]
The dark of night made the cities and roads so clear to tell apart, like gemstones designed to capture Hex Maniac’s attention. Indeed, her eyes swirled down at a metropolis spread before her, absolutely fascinated with the details that rapidly flashed in her mind: the tens of thousands of lives responding to ungodly earthquakes, only to leave their businesses or homes to see a massive, homely woman staring down at them. She wondered how much of herself they could possibly comprehend. Could they see that she was bent over shamelessly across the country? Were they aware that she was completely naked as she hovered above miles of civilization, her face and chest messily pressed into the earth? Truly, Hex’s head was too massive for citizens to observe anything else, only able to stare into a gargantuan wall of a face, their tiny perspective keen to the plushness of her cheeks toppling skyscrapers, the river of drool flooding past her lips, and those heavy bags of exhaustion beneath her insane stare.
Hex Maniac had used forbidden dark magic to transform into a god, but in her twisted perspective, she rather saw the world shrinking around her. It was why her attitude was obnoxiously carefree to the consequences she caused, as if the apocalypse of her presence was a game among playthings. As focused as she was on the metropolis in front of her, Hex was only marginally concerned for how else the world reacted to her. Purple curls that cascaded down her shoulders tangled into freeway systems and captured the numerous cars; her bloated breasts had wavered into the metropolis’s neighboring city, barreling into rooftops before their softness smothered everything. Hex took this position to keep her ass raised high, beyond the clouds and into the trajectories of passenger flights. It hovered high with an incomparable heaviness, supported by titanic legs that quivered in suspense.
Hex’s smile warped wider as a steamy exhale escaped her and into the districts. A blush had taken over her cheeks, as well as most of her exposed body; she was erotically embarrassed by everything, but in particular, she was critical of her naughty expressions being viewed so closely by thousands of onlookers. She giggled, rupturing eardrums and cracking glass because she thought of how ugly she was, so dirty for masturbating at this impossible scale. More drool seeped into the streets as she touched her crotch, parting her musty jungle of hair and delicately spreading her hole -- it went unnoticed by her how a single public hair drifted from her mound and onto a neighborhood, striking it like a plane crash.
“H-Hah… S-Sorry for u-using you all like this… eheheh… I-It feels very nice, so… ahh, heh… I-I’m not really sorry at all, a-am I? After all, y-you all must… really hate me now… so, i-it doesn’t matter wh-what I do at this point… hehe…”
Holding a breath to contain her pleasure, Hex gradually lowered her hips down to the earth. Her crotch neared the city below like a meteorite, huge enough to encompass it from border to border with its own terrain of hair and wetness. The eye at the center of it, where Hex’s cunt opened, exhaled a humidity that rained over the rioting more intensely as it grew closer. Desperate defenses were launched, but military-grade missiles miserably popped in the endless pubic region, incapable of striking or even slowing the sinking ceiling. Hopelessly, the city was brought to its flattened fate; generations of growth were instantly ground to dust, crumbling into a coolness that pleasantly tickled their cruel destroyer. Their destruction was entertaining enough to exhaust a sigh from Hex, a surprise punishment for the metropolis as blocks of buildings were utterly blown away by her relief.
Electric twitches raced Hex’s skin, resulting in tremors that haunted the fiber of the landscape surrounding her. She lay there, paused in her own satisfaction, gracelessly spread across a long fraction of the country. Though the moment had been exhilarating, there was still so much more to discover. Hex’s giggle was heard around the continent, the eagerness of her tone clarifying how this was all just the beginning.
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arris
An October without some Hex is not an October I want to imagine. Spooky sexy submerging things in her maniac fullness!
