(Content Warnings: Hyper Body, Shatterings, Permanent TF by both consent and hypnosis, Destruction)
More years passed, more museums were built... but over time the temperatures began to drop. The world cooled, as more and more people became ice statues, more and more new museums emerged. Slowly, but mostly willingly, the world began to freeze, until one day, it simply got too much - and everything froze.
From the depths of the Amazon to the sprawl of cities, ice coated everything. Leaves became delicate ice, trunks became solid and cold, the forest floors were crystal, the rivers stopped flowing, boats of ice trapped. Fishermen and women at the shores became sculptures, villages solidified, towns cooled below zero, and cities became ice.
At the beaches of Rio de Janeiro, the cold snap caught bathers in an instant. Bikinis and swimsuits were now ice on frozen subathers and swimmers, instantly frozen.
One big-breasted female sat with a muscular man flirting, and as they froze, his pose wobbled. He had been flexing his arms, trying to show off, and now, his muscles were locked tight and taught, as he toppled.
His solid pecs slammed off her ice mounds, former plump pillows cracking and smashing into cubes. His grinning face flew off, across iced sand, cracks and snaps as it broke the ice and itself, nose and ears crumbling. His sixpack crumbled, his muscular arms flew off, and the beauty below him was reduced to a pile of snapped ice cubes, a disinterested face now rolling away, and smooth legs lying below the crushed remnants of the two.
A volleyball game had frozen, one girl leaping up as it all ended in ice. Falling down, smooth legs crumbled away on impact, the tight shorts on her firm butt snapping a little as her pelvis broke off from her frozen tight abs. The pelvis spun off, the torso bounced and caused a breast to crumble below her top, an arm coming loose, as she span and took off her head, the grin skittering away on the icy sands, leaving a one-breasted one armed torso.
The ball smashed into a group of sunbathers, bounce-bounce-shattering them apart. Hands and feet flew, ice sprayed, the half dozen voluptuous frozen beauties being rendered into diamond dust by the impact. One big-bootied lady was spared most of the damage, but a hand gave her large ass a new crack or three.
Sandcastles being made by kids were frozen forever, along with their builders, as their disinterested sitter sat bored, and now forever frozen. Ice cream salesmen were ice, swimmers forever floating in frozen waves. A surfer had crested one wave, her frozen body in her tight wetsuit flying away to smash into bits on the solid waters below, a foot and hand surviving as her head became powder, one eyeball rolling off on the sea.
In the city proper, cars that had frozen skidded and slid as they held momentum, ploughing into other vehicles, into buildings, into people. Most things stayed standing, but sometimes they did not, and a few structures gave way.
Inside cars, sometimes airbags worked, exploding and pulverising the ice drivers. One female driver was smashed so violently her hand flew from an open window and knocked a pedestrian over, causing him to topple into another, and then another, and another, the domino effect causing dozens of frozen forms to fall and crack, arms, legs, bodies all snapping apart.
Trains of ice slid along tracks, derailing and smashing apart all they struck and all within them. Conductors and passengers became dusty ice, the impacts leaving few recognisable parts.
In the skies, planes plummeted, and at the airport one just landing slid into the terminal. Hundreds upon hundreds of waiting passengers were slammed apart, luggage and ice bodyparts scattered all over. A flight attendant with a medium pair of breasts was flung face first into a woman with a huge rack, her face slamming into the frozen boobs and being smashed. Her body snapped, her pelvis slid from her skirt, leaving her pantyhose and panty-clad legs seperate yet otherwise whole.
The woman herself snapped in half, two neat halves toppling apart, crumbling as they went. Her boyfriend beside her, muscular and athletic, remained whole until the plane stopped, only for the roof of the terminal to fall and smash him apart too, his upper body pulverised, his legs shaking loose and now, his large bulge in his jeans rocking back and forth beside the flight attendant's still whole lower body.
And so it was the world over. In New York, it became frozen-in-Time square, the crowds iced. A frozen taxi ploughed through some, before slamming into a shopfront. In Chicago, icy winds flowed though the streets, waving and wobbling statues of frozen citizens tumbling. A woman on the phone toppled, her iPhone in ice skittering away into the legs of another lady, snapping a heel and making her fall backwards. Only her breasts and knees survived recognisable as she toppled.
In Las Vegas, everything went on blue. At a strip club a worker span on a pole, before sliding down it and cracking her head off. At the slot machines, people never hit the jackpot, but one man's pull of the arm saw his own frozen arm yanked off as the machine snapped back into place, but froze up before delivering a result.
In Los Angeles, the beaches froze, skaters sliding through crowds. At the skatepark a man hung in the air before slamming into his watching girlfriend, butt first. His hard ass smashed her head, taking it off as he flew into the concrete, he and head smashing apart. Her headless body wobbled and fell front first, big icy boobs bouncing off the ground with a crack and snap as her arms shattered.
In London, rowers froze in place on a boating lake. In Paris, the Eiffel Tower froze, one leaning tourist going over the edge of a railing and smashing to bits on the ground below, not a part of her left recognisable. In Berlin, commuters on the U-Bahn were solidified below ground forever, or so it would seem.
Planes crashed down worldwide, boats were locked in ice, people froze in place. On the dark side of the world sleepers in bed were solidified - and some awake in bed became coupled forever with lovers that were with them, or frozen doing things by themselves. And not always just watching TV.
Weathergirls froze pointing at predictions of sun. Office workers froze at desks. Highways and roads became pileups of ice, shattered drivers and cars everywhere. Schools were frozen, zoos and theme parks became ice - at one rollercoaster the train and occupants flew from the frozen tracks, and pinwheeled into the crowds. Smash-shattering away, the cars span and slid, crowded parkgoers becoming ice cubes, and somehow the woman at the front remained whole bar her raised arms having come off.
The entire world was now ice - and large parts had broken naturally. Only one person remained unfrozen, and this was her goal.
Plumpie Bombshell sat in her first museum, the city where it began. The last unfrozen person, immune now to it all.
"Well, looks like I've ran out of stuff to freeze... maybe I should try building an entire world as a museum now?" She grinned.
Activating the devices for muscle growth and expanding her body, she swelled, in height and mass. GG breasts became matched by similarly garganutan muscles, she towered in height, smashing through the roof. As she grew and grew she crushed statues with her mass, her swelling legs alone pulverising dozens, and finally, she stood taller than skyscrapers, her feet having flattened entire city blocks just by growing.
She giggled... and the loud sounds echoed, causing the city to wobble and crumble around her. She jumped, a quake from the action, letting her now huger than ever jelly-mound butt slamming down. Swathes of buildings, cars, and people were crushed, and the wobbling impacts caused more distant cities to start toppling.
Rolling around, she flattened the city, then leapt to huge feet, every footfall a tremor, as she marched towards more cities. She soon reached Chicago, and flicked a finger off a tower, making it collapse in an icy shower. She swept her hand down the valley of buildings and streets, smashing and gathering up cars and people, tossing the remains onto others, shattering more. But she stamped and stomped too, rendering blocks into dust with just a footfall.
She rolled into Detroit, and with a yell, caused it to begin to crumble, her giggles at the sight making the rest start to break up.
She moved on Washington DC, stomping the Pentagon, crushing Congress, shattering the White House and toppling monuments with single steps. She marched up towards New York, footsteps alone crumbling most of New Jersey, before she reached and trampled the Statue of Liberty.
"I'll replace that with a Statue of Plumperty!" She grinned, as Manhattan's icy towers shook and crumbled under her approach.
She marched across the ocean, growing even more as she went, but the solid sea held her huge form. She crossed, crushing cruise ships and tankers with footsteps. She reached Ireland, and bellyflopped onto the almost tiny looking island, causing the whole place to shatter apart, taking much of Britain out too. The vibrations toppled buildings as far as Berlin, and the lying-down Plumpie flipped onto her back, making a snow angel in the north sea.
And so she stood, admiring her work, and finished Europe. Luxembourg was crushed under one giant foot, a hand slammed down to flatten Amsterdam's remains, and with a jump, she caused a quake that levelled what was left of Western Europe, and landed all the way in Moscow, the landing crumbling much of Russia and Eastern Europe too.
To China she strode, crushing everything. Over to Japan, sweeping a giant hand that crushed mountains along the island nation. Into India she went, flattening and crushing all before her. Africa's frozen plains were pulverised, and she decided to pick up parts to just bombard South America in ice from Africa, before hopping off the Cape of Good Hope to slam into the Amazon.
Frozen trees were felled with footsteps and crushed below city-sized feet, massive wiggling toes drumming off the ground for more tremors. She marched on Hawaii, then did a rolling-dive to flatten it all
Shaken by tremors, only Australia still stood unharmed, but not for long. Plumpie descended, grabbed most of Syndey, and tossed it at Brisbane. The populated coasts were thrown at each other, until all was smashed and shattered.
Plumpie looked over everything, mountains levelled, oceans ice, cities gone, and everything relatively smooth. The Earth was round, but also now flat entirely.
And staring out, towering over, Plumpie had dreams.
She'd build city after city, piece by piece. Build new people, with perfect bodies. They'd all be built to perfection, and if they weren't perfect - she'd smash them again and start over!
Yes, she'd reduce her size to work closer, rebuild the world, in her vision, and her image in some places, in ice. Billions of statues, new cities to display them in... and then, smash it all over again!
This was her world now, her planet sized gallery and plaything. Hers for all time, hers to toy with and smash and build and smash.... Forever.
This was no Planet Earth in an ice age. This was Planet Plumpie, in the Bombshell age!