--- tags: - macro - giga - watersports - death - destruction - female - solo - sergal --- > [!warning] Extreme Content > This story contains > * A giga-sized female > * Watersports and a urine flood > * Mass death and destruction > [!info] Story Info > Given the number of times I’ve heard folks on MagPi’s streams saying they’re going to return a lake when they need to use the restroom, it seemed like a good topic to write about. Enjoy, you filthy animals. <3 --- Giants drink a lot of water. That water has to go *somewhere* and, occasionally, it goes right back where it came from. A miles-tall sergal helped herself to the city’s fresh water supply earlier in the day and, after her body had made use of it… “Hey.” Her voice caused windows throughout the city to rumble. She was talking to all of them and none of them; she wanted to be heard, not answered. “Want your lake back?” Her furred paw traced her front, from her flat chest to the slight curves of her stomach. She casually showed herself off to anyone brave enough to look. The sergal was completely unsubtle as she slipped two fingers between her legs and spread open her slit. A few hints of moisture started to build. A few onlookers were disgusted at the thought of her being aroused. More should have been disgusted by the fact their city was about to be a urinal. The giantess’ hand moved from her crotch to her hip. She spread her legs and crouched just slightly to take aim. The first drops of urine split into a fine mist and fell like rain. A sphincter clenched and, temporarily, blocked the flow to provide a final moment of calm before the storm. “Ready?” She knew the answer was no; those mites couldn’t possibly be ready. Asking first just made her feel even more devious. Once she relaxed and let her body do its thing, there was no stopping the deluge. She was just taking a piss, as casually as anyone below might have done. It just happened to be that *her* piss was on a scale that would jet-wash major portions of the city away. Nearly-clear fluid rushed through the streets. It was a flash flood, like a tsunami in fast forward, and spared nothing caught in its path. The slight yellow tint and the chemical sting of urea were constant reminders that this wasn’t just *any* flood, however. It was one delivered with the utmost contempt for those on the receiving end. This was the waste of a giantess who didn’t even need to touch the city herself to destroy it. Though she first aimed at the financial center—identifiable by having the tallest buildings in the city, none of which reached past the top of her toes—her piss wasn’t a precision weapon. The spray slammed across every part of the city between her, the heart of downtown, and for dozens of blocks beyond. Urine ravaged the city in a wall of liquid, easily a hundred feet tall at the point of impact, scouring away structures and citizens alike. There was no hope of escape for anyone doomed by her actions. If you were on the ground level and saw her piss rushing towards you, you’d have mere seconds to make peace with whatever you believed in before the turbulent liquid overcame you. If you were in a building that still stood, the bottom several stories of the structure were submerged in piss and, short of scuba gear, you wouldn’t be swimming out of there. You’d just have to hope the building stayed standing. She knew that she was causing absolute hell for those beneath her. It was a twisted, sadistic delight for the sergal. She didn’t know the exact details, sure, but she knew the death toll for this would’ve been in the hundreds of thousands. But if the residents wanted their lake back, she certainly provided it and them some. The once-proud city was reduced to a rancid, inland sea.