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Chapter #6

Going For A Stroll

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Confidently strolling without a care for anything or anyone below her, Lisa held her head up with a smile and let the soft breeze tousle her hair and dance across her naked skin. Her arms swung at her sides lazily and her stride was long and full of carefree energy. Always a tactile person she idly played with the leaves and branches as she walked as well as the sensual feelings against her soft bare soles. There was music in the air of some distant outdoor concert accentuated by the sounds one might normally hear on a early summers evening. A very nice night for a stroll, Lisa thought, with a sly smirk.
Below on the ground was a different perspective.
Car alarms shouted at their owners and were silenced as Lisa's huge bare foot slammed down onto them without mercy. Splaying the toes for just a brief instant her immense weight settled onto the vehicle and her other long lean leg swung past, snapping a power line and ripping a tree branch from it's home. Despite the soft skin she didn't even suffer the tiniest scratch. The other foot landed with a “KWHUMP” in Mrs. Millers front yard, and across most of her driveway, and Lisa's weight shifted after once again splaying her toes just a touch. Then her right foot, peeled itself away from the destroyed car and lifted high into the air, taking part of the bent and broken front windshield with it. The safety glass stuck to the round ball of her foot for just a few seconds due to the natural moisture and oils in the skin, and the fact that Lisa used lotion regularly, before falling free to the ground and trapping part of a mailbox before coming to rest. The foot casually swung over Mrs. Millers roof and cracked the brick chimney off the crest before descending to it's next resting place.
Dan, still with the ruby clutched in his left hand, watched in shock from the tree line. His jaw hung slack and he panted to catch his breath as he watched the titanic nude form mercilessly make her way north. Despite the destruction around him, and the screams and panic, he focused on her long lithe frame. Legs that were toned and feminine yet strong, a long narrow torso with a flat smooth stomach, creamy skin and well developed posture combined with the grace of a dancer made her back, and her delicious ass something to notice. Her lazy arms ended in long hands and even longer fingers. Her neck looked slender and swan like as she usually held her head up proud and also kept her brown hair just a little longer than a page boy cut. Dan, stared at all of this before he was snapped back into reality when a large man with a beer-gut shoved past him and continued fleeing down the street away from Lisa. He nearly dropped the ruby and, after carefully slipping it into the Velcro pocket of his cargo shorts jogged down the street trying to keep up with the feminine colossus. He wanted to see more.
Alfredo Gomez had gone to the bathroom after finishing a large iced tea. While he flushed and washed his hands he heard the distant sound of Lisa's house collapsing. Since Alfredo lived one block over and nearly two blocks down and since his bathroom faucet was running, this sounded like nothing more than a garbage truck wrestling with a stubborn dumpster. Only after he left the bathroom did he hear the sounds of the car alarms and the screams. Also there was a soft yet steady boom. He crossed down the hall of his house towards the living room and heard the boom again. It seemed to be more of a double boom. One right after the other. The first noise like a very large object hitting the ground, almost akin to a very loud rubber mallet hitting a wooden floor in an echoey attic. The second noise which overlapped the first was a combination heavy slapping sound and another, softer, booming noise. What concerned Alfredo, along with the screams and the unease in the air, was that this mysterious booming was heading towards him. As he neared the living room he paused a moment when he heard a loud metallic crash and a car alarm was silenced. Almost simultaneously his power went out. Picking up a touch of speed he rounded the corner and into his living room doorway. His gaze glanced over his sofa and his television and through the sliding glass doors that looked out upon his well manicured backyard. He could just make out Mrs Miller's roof when something crossed above her house. Stepping forward he grabbed the back of his green sofa and tried to comprehend what he was seeing. At the instant his mind wrapped around what it was he witnessed something swung over the roof with ease and took out the Miller's brick chimney and sent it crashing into the fence below. His mind was able to grasp what it was he was seeing because of Lisa's very long, very dexterous toes. After years of their tactual nature and desire to feel things rather than simply step down, her toes not only splayed a bit when the weight settled, she could move them independently. It became second nature to her. As her foot swung into the chimney she, for the briefest of moments, slid the brick smokestack between her largest two toes. This image was the last one thing locked into Alfredo's brain and told him what it was, however inconceivable, he was staring at.
“Good God!” he spoke softly.
The unflinching bare foot plowed into his roof, through the attic, and drove it's way down into Alfredo's living room. His green sofa, television, walls, kitchen and surrounding rooms were flattened into unrecognizable debris. As was Alfredo. Outside the western wall of the house an equally massive foot swung over his side yard and trash cans before coming to rest on the street across a parked minivan. The leg inside the house shifted forward and tore a gash in the roof as it went. The bare foot lifted up and ripped through what was left of the ceiling and attic and plowed out of front of the house taking furniture, wood, brick and everything else in the way along with it.
Lisa never broke stride.

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