One day Godzilla was destroying Yokohama again. As he walked through the streets the boss of the big cosmetics company Lipustiku decided that because they had detroyed the world by harvesting palm oil and killing things to put in their lip balm, they would at least make the public think they were trying to make up (get it?) for their bad ways. Godzillas feet and toenails looked horrendous, caked in thousands of years of mud. He needed a pedicure. The boss Mr. Tanaka rang around some state workers (who knew how to handle heavy equiptment and would be happy for the extra pay) and explained his plan. So first they got brooms and scrubbed each foot clean which took several hours and a lot of scaffolding to scale his footsies and scrappe all the grot off them. Chainsaws were used to remove his overgrown toenails and industrial sanding machines employed to smooth them into shape. Then they sent olympic javelin throwers in to use their javelins to scrape the filth from under and aroud his toenails. All this had to be done in shifts as the stench was so bad and many nealry fainted from the smell.. Then the workers tooks brooms and dipped them in pots of paint and painted them neon orange (so that in case of a night rampage, peope would be able to see where he was.) Godzilla was baffled but liked the positive attention. He admired his tootsies. And then... it started on his feet... then his legs... then his thighs... hives errupted all over his scaly skin. He was allergic to the company's soaps! They had obviously used harmful unnatural ingredients! He let out a loud "KREOOOOOOOOONK!" Of pain and started scratching, killing all the workers as his claws ripped them apart by accident. And then it reached his crotch... the scratching of the hives stirred something deep in him. By this point the army had appeared from their sniper posts and a tank rolled into place ready to strike. This would not happen as all the scratching had made Godzilla horny. His boner shot out so fast that it hit the tank and catapulted it across town. Mr. Tanaka looked shocked. He called his friend at Nikkon® to ask for help and suggestions. He recommended ointment. And something to sort out the boner. So he sent camera oil over and reccomended the opening to the subway tunnel (as an improvized flesh lite). So they filled the fire trucks with camera lube and sprayed his boner which soothed the rash. He started wading to the tunnel and thrust is gargantuan cock into it, upsetting several train carriages but satisfying his need. He knew to wait this time after he cummed and the train shot along the tracks to the next station as his delayed cum jet propelled it through the subway. Then satisfied, godzilla went back to the sea (causing another tsunami) and went to sleep again. His boner thankfully caused less damged when it finally went down three months later. Lipustiku got sued for dangerous ingredients.
The End