*This week for Big Boss and Mega Boss tiers there are the usual alt angles, but also alt versions and WIPs that show the early idea where the city was much bigger in comparison to Claire, and where I have played around with the thickness to the atmospheric haze. There’s also a shaved version for those of you not into the fur.
The inevitability was suffocating. Looking upwards, beyond the tops of the skyscrapers of London’s glittering financial hub, a sliver of deep blue sky was framed by walls of pale flesh rising thousands of feet above the ground. The City of London was trapped in a canyon, with the midday sun sending a shaft of light downwards, illuminating the chaos in the streets below. There was a cacophony of noise as the blare of horns mixed with terrified screams. Buildings groaned, and then collapsed, sending clouds of dust into the air. Then, the air seemed to darken as the slim crack of light began to narrow. The thighs were closing in.
Claire gazed down her body. The sun beat down on her skin, the warmth counteracting the breeze that swirled around her. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked around. The Greater London area was spread out around her, and facing south she looked out over the whole of the home counties. She wriggled her toes. Her butt was spread out over Shoreditch and Old Street with her feet being somewhere over Peckham probably. She fancied she could see the channel from here. Her thick bush practically shone in the sunlight, like a golden forest suspended thousands of feet above the city, where Dick Whittington had said the streets were paved with gold. She tried to imagine what all those posh city boys in the office buildings were thinking as they looked upwards at her cooch. Even the thought of it tickled her, made her feel warm down there. She had been a skinny little dork who nobody cared about, but not anymore. Now she was going to flatten this whole city, or maybe hold it to ransom, all she wanted was absolute power, was that too much to ask? But first… Claire grinned as she slowly, oh so slowly, closed her legs, feeling the pop of every structure crumbling, every little explosion flash against her skin, until her thighs met and squeezed together.