Thinking about traffic accidents made Penny think of L.A., since L.A. is full of traffic.  She was anxious to go home now and show her Daddy what had happened to her (having completely forgotten why she left home in the first place).  But, same problem as before: which way was home?  She looked both ways along the highway, but couldn’t see any buildings or anything else which would help.  If she had been aware of geography, she might have recognized the San Bernardino mountains, but as we established earlier, she had paid more attention in class to her nails than to the maps.

“Hey,” she thought, looking down at the few cars that were passing by, “maybe they can tell me which way to go.”  Penny got down on her hands and knees and leaned way down so that her face blocked the progress of an oncoming car.  Her big breasts, we should note, also rested in the dirt next to the highway, somewhat compressed, crushing quite a few low bushes.  Anyway, the oncoming car screeched to a halt.

“Can you tell me which way is L.A.,” she asked?  As she talked, her breath was enough to make the little car bounce up and down on the pavement.  As if in answer, the car suddenly backed away from Penny’s nose, did a 3-point turn, and headed off in the direction from which it had come.  “Oh,” thought Penny, “that way.”  So she got up and started walking in that direction alongside the highway.  Away from the mountains.

After about 20 minutes, having long since overtaken the car which had given her directions, Penny realized she was going the wrong way.  She knew, because there below her was a town, and on the outskirts of that town, was a tall sign, about up to her knees, which read “Denny’s – Always Open”.  She was smart enough to realize that she’d been here before.

Frustrated, she was about to turn around when she remembered what had happened the last time she was here.  She was with Phil, they got into a fight because his friends were dis-respecting her, and she had had to run away.  That’s what led to this whole mess (which actually she kind of liked, but that was beside the point).  She wondered whether any of Phil’s friends were still here.  If so, then she would show them a thing or two!

For the second time that day, Penny got down on her hands and knees, this time to peer in through the Dennys’ windows.  Her heavy tits again rested on the ground, but this time they engaged in shoving and squashing the cars sitting in the parking lot.

Penny couldn’t really see anything through the windows though, so she figured she’d have to look in through the roof.  Starting with the end closest to her, she pried a piece of roof off the restaurant and peeked in.  There were some people in there, but they were all scurrying about and she couldn’t tell who they were.  So she carefully peeled off more pieces of roof until there was no place left for anyone to hide.  It wasn’t her intent to damage the building any more than she had to, but unfortunately her boobs were already doing that job as they bounced around, flattening walls and furniture without her being aware of it.

But even though the whole restaurant was open to the sky now, Penny still couldn’t see who was in there.  The people were just too small.  So she reached in and picked one man up with two fingers by the back of his shirt.  She held him up in front of her face, but he wouldn’t stop kicking and waving his arms around.  Then his shirt tore, and he fell to the floor.  She picked up a few more people this way and looked that them, but none of them ever stayed still long enough for her to get a good look at them.  The next guy Penny reached for kept running away from her hand, eventually hiding underneath the bar.  So she had to push the bar out of the way with her finger, shattering its wood-and-steel construction in the process.  Then she was able to grab the guy by the waist.  This one, when she held him up, didn’t squirm so much.

Penny looked at him for a minute, and she thought he looked familiar, maybe.  “Are you Phil’s friend?” she thundered.

“Let me go!” she thought she heard him scream.  This made her happy.  It was good to have one of Phil’s idiot friends in her grasp, so to speak.

“I’m going to smush you now for dis-respecting me yesterday.”

The man screamed again as she gently squeezed her thumb and forefinger together, severing his body in half.

“Eeeewww,” she said, seeing the blood and gore his body left on her fingers.  She cleaned them off on the grass outside the building.  Then, deciding she’d had enough of this game for now, she stood up and smashed her foot down on what was left of the restaurant.  “I hate Denny’s!” she bellowed.

Satisfied, Penny turned around and headed back along the highway toward the mountains.  Her long naked legs carried her quite a bit faster than the light highway traffic was moving, even though she was only walking at a comfortable pace.  She shook her long straight black hair out of her face, letting it rest lightly on her back. 

As she walked, Penny’s simple mind began to wonder why she was so big.  She didn’t remember wishing for this for Christmas, and anyway she didn’t think her daddy could have made this happen even with all the money in the world.  She sort of liked being this big, though.  At least she didn’t have to put up with anybody being mean to her anymore.   She could just smush them if she didn’t like them.  She could also smush their cars, and she could smush their houses.  She thought that it might be against the law to smush people like that, but then the figured she could smush the police too, if they tried to stop her, couldn’t she?  What could they do to her, anyway?  Put her in jail?  She giggled as she imagined herself being pulled down toward the front door of a jail, on a long string tied to her wrists.  She could just pull her wrists apart and break the string!

About then, Penny noticed that she was passing a brown pickup truck.  Remembering that Phil had driven a brown pickup, she bent down and lifted it up.  Holding the truck in front of her, she peeked in through the windshield.  There was a man inside, frantically trying to open his door.  Penny thought that was funny – he couldn’t open it because her fingers were holding it closed.  And anyway, he would just fall out and die if he got it open.  She didn’t think this was Phil, though, since he didn’t have a beard. 

On the other hand, she decided that pickup truck drivers were mean, and she didn’t have to put up with mean people anymore.  So she slowly squeezed the truck in her hand until it became a mangled hunk of steel and broken glass.  The man must have still been inside, but Penny grinned as she realized that he probably wasn’t trying to escape any more.  Opening her hand, she let the twisted steel drop onto the shelf of her enormous tits, where it rolled off and crashed to the ground many feet below.

Penny continued walking, now keeping an eye out for more pickup trucks.  Whenever she saw one, she made a special effort to stamp on it and flatten it, just in case Phil was inside.

After a while, Penny remembered that it wasn’t only pickup truck drivers who were mean to her.  It was semi drivers, too.  After all, that fat guy whose name she didn’t even know had tried to touch her in ways she didn’t like.  She did like being touched in those places, but only by guys she was attracted to.  This guy didn’t qualify.  So, since semi drivers were mean, she would get back at them too.  She began looking for big semi trucks now as well.

And it wasn’t long before she came across one.  It was painted all orange and it was headed toward her.  Penny squatted down in front of it, with one foot on either side of the highway.  Her bare bottom, she rested on an overpass (which was almost too low for her).  Then she scooped out a chunk of the roadbed in front of her and waited for the truck to screech to a halt, its tires smoking and its air horn blasting constantly.

The air horn annoyed Penny, so the first thing she did was pinch the silver trumpets from the roof of the cab.  That stopped the irritating noise.  Then she put one hand on the cab and the other hand on the trailer, and pulled the two pieces apart.  She didn’t care that she had mangled some very hard steel in doing so.  Then, still holding the cab on the road with her left hand, she stuck her right forefinger through the driver’s door window, shattering it, and pulled the door outward onto the road.  Finally she reached in with two fingers and pulled out the driver.

Now Penny was holding the truck driver with two fingers under his arms, in front of her face.  The guy was kicking and screaming, as Penny was learning guys tended to do when they were being suspended 40 feet in the air by a pair of giant fingers attached to a giant girl.  “I don’t like truck drivers!” Penny thundered.  “You were mean to me.”

Penny thought the terrified guy was screaming something like “No, it wasn’t me!” but she couldn’t be sure.  It didn’t matter, anyway, since she had already made up her mind.  She was about to throw him over her shoulder, but then she had an idea.  She thought about how much bigger she was than this man, and how much stronger she was, how he was like an ant as far as she was concerned, except that he had the body of a person – a male person, to be exact.  She had often wondered when she met a guy, what he looked like naked.  Usually she had to wait until the guy figured out some cockamamie excuse to get her into bed before she got to see his dick, but now she didn’t have to anymore.  She could look at anyone’s dick if she wanted to.  Who could stop her?  She could do anything she wanted to now.

So Penny laid the man down on the dirt and held him there by pinning his shoulders to the ground.  With her other hand she stuck her manicured fingernail behind his belt and pulled.  The man screamed again, but she wasn’t listening to him at all.  Penny’s gigantic fingers easily tore his pants down the middle, and she tugged the rest of the flimsy denim off of him, leaving it a few hundred feet away in the bushes.  Then with her free hand, she pinned his legs to the ground as well.

And there it was.  There was the truck driver’s cock, standing straight up in the air.  It was so tiny!  Penny thought about how useless it would be inside her cavernous cunt, or between her mountainous tits.  What could she do with it?  Well, she did wonder what it would taste like….

Penny leaned all the way down (her breasts resting on the pavement again, nipples digging great grooves in the road) and touched her vast tongue to his tiny member.  She was a little surprised to find it quite stiff.  It was like a hard little stick.  She started licking it, very gently, mostly on the underside.  With each lick she barely touched the guy’s balls.  She actually found this a little erotic, so she licked some more, and even gave her lips a little action.  But after a few minutes of this, she began to notice that the man’s prick was softening.  Suspicious, she pulled her mouth away and licked her lips.  Sure enough, the man had cum; she could just about detect the salty taste. 

Ok, the guy was done.  But she didn’t have to be.  She flicked the half-naked truck driver a quarter mile into the desert and picked up the orange trailer.  Sitting there on the low bridge, Penny’s knees were already spread apart and her cunt was quite exposed.  She crushed the trailer into a cylindrical hunk of metal and began using it to explore the outside of her labia.  She rubbed it up and down and around, and gradually let it penetrate ever so slightly between the lips.  That was a great feeling, something she hadn’t felt at least since she was with Phil – and that had been no fun at all.  In fact, that had been pretty terrible.

Determined not to let bad memories get in the way of her enjoyment, Penny resolved to wipe all thoughts of Phil from her mind.  She leaned backwards over the bridge and tried to extend her legs out in front of her, but the additional weight was just too much for the bridge to handle.  It collapsed into a pile of rubble, right under Penny’s butt.   Losing her balance, Penny was pissed.  She knew the moment had passed, and she’d have to find some other time to bring herself off.  She got up and kicked the remains of the tractor trailer truck far into the distance.  Then she started walking again, looking for more trucks – and more truck drivers.