The Explosion
by Shannon Sargent
Samantha gets bigger every time she absorbs energy
Update: 09/10/1997 to giantess

Chapter 1

Samantha stormed out of the high school gymnasium into the cool evening
air, her eyes misting over with the onset of a major crying session. She could
not believe that she had just been cut from the Lincoln High School cheerleading
squad, especially after she had been on the squad her freshman, sophomore, and
junior years. But that, she bitterly noted, was when Mrs. Wilson had been the
coach in charge of picking and training the squad. Walking aimlessly across the
campus she thought about the chain of events, all beyond her control, that had
brought this about. Mrs. Wilson had retired at the end of last year and then
Mr. Williams had been hired from some big city high school to run the team.
Coach Williams had a distinct style quite different from Mrs. Wilson's. Whereas
Mrs. Wilson had chosen the team based on athletic skills and inner spirit, Coach
Williams had shown a definite bias toward picking the team based on how the
girls looked. From the comments he made during tryouts, and the girls he picked
for the team, Samantha had easily seen his preference for tall blonde girls with
large chests and long legs. Jeez, she thought, some of the girls he picked had
never been on a cheerleading squad before and couldn't even do a simple
backflip! It galled her that Donna Jo Spencer had made the team, the only
possible reason he could have picked her was her 5' 10" height and 38 inch D cup
breasts. The leotard Donna wore with the plunging V cut down to her navel had
Coach Williams' eyes dancing like one of those sing-along balls in a karaoke
machine. "Hell, it's not exactly like I don't have a nice body!" she blurted
out, although no one was around to hear her or check her body out.

Exiting the school and walking along the now deserted main street of the
town, she stopped to look at her reflection in a darkened store window. Taking a
critical look at herself, she saw how three years on the cheerleading squad,
bicycling 5 miles each way, every day, to school, gymnastics training, and
working towards her black belt in karate had resulted in a well toned eighteen
year old body, free of a single ounce of fat, and quite shapely in all the
right places. She was not, by any stretch of the imagination, a diver's dream.
For her size, she had full firm breasts that, on her, appeared quite large.
They were C cups, but on her thin athletic body they stood out like D cups would
on a taller woman's body; the only problem was that they weren't D cups and her
body was a lot shorter than most other people's. Even now, as an 18 year old
senior in high school, she was only 5 feet tall. And that, she knew, beyond a
shadow of a doubt, was the reason Coach Williams had dropped her from the squad.
"It just isn't fair!" she sobbed, and with that admission, the tears began
flowing freely and uncontrollably.

Samantha had not been keeping track of where she was wandering. Her mind
was working overtime thinking about having been cut from the squad and feeling
sorry for herself. At first she blamed it all on herself for being short and
kept torturing herself thinking of things she could have done differently during
the tryouts. As she walked on and began working things out in her mind, she
realized that the problem wasn't with her, but with Coach Williams. Her self
confidence, which had suffered a major blow when told of being cut, began to
rally back. As she turned onto the main highway she thought back to when she
had been on the squad with Mrs. Wilson. She had always been good enough for
her. Their team had won more than its fair share of tournaments and awards and
none of the judges had thought she was too short when they gave her the Miss
Spirit award. No, she decided, the problem is with Coach Williams, he couldn't
recognize a good cheerleader even if she did a backflip and landed, doing the
splits, right in front of his face. The thought of a cheerleader doing the
splits in Coach Williams' surprised face made her smile for the first time in an
hour. In fact, the more she walked and worked things out the better she began
to feel. She was beginning to make the transition from the run-away victim to
the stand-up-and-do-something-about-it activist. As she walked she began to
consider her position and the options she had.

The small two-lane highway she walked along was the main thoroughfare
through Lincoln, Ohio, a small mid-western town hardly distinguishable from any
other. Samantha Jacobsen, or Sam as her closest friends called her, had lived
in Lincoln all her life. At this time of the evening there was scarcely any
traffic going in either direction to distract her from the plans that she was
beginning to form. She knew she had to do something. She thought that she
might be able to lodge a protest with the school board or the city council.
Once they saw who he picked for the squad and watched them go through a routine,
it would be obvious, even to them, that Coach Williams hadn't picked the squad
fairly. As she began to fantasize deliciously about how the school board might
even decide to punish Coach Williams, her thoughts were suddenly yanked back to
reality by the approaching sound of someone honking a car horn from behind her.
As she turned around she saw a darkened car shape looming behind two headlights
that were swinging back and forth from the shoulders to each of the lanes. She
figured that the driver had been celebrating a little too much that evening and
shouldn't have gotten behind the wheel of the car. As the convertible sports
car blew by her, she heard cat calls, wolf whistles, and a portion of a
proposition that inwardly caused her to shudder. Instinctively, she raised
her hand up, extending the one middle finger significantly farther out than the
other four. The effect of the hand gesture on the car was nearly immediate.
The brake lights flashed on and the car went into a rapid skid ending up
pointing roughly back up the road towards her. The back wheels started burning
rubber and throwing stones and the car began to slide forward. As a chill
traveled down her spine, settling with a sickening feeling in her stomach, she
felt very powerless; flipping them off had not been a very smart idea. She
also suddenly became aware that she was alone and dressed only in the workout
tights she had been wearing to the cheerleader try-outs.

Panic-stricken, she began looking around for someone or something that
could help her. Amazingly, another pair of headlights was coming up the
highway from the opposite direction of the sports car. Her head swiveled
repeatedly as she first looked in the direction of the sports car and then back
in the direction of her would-be, she hoped, rescuer. She could not tell who
would arrive first.

The sports car driver was in pretty bad shape, his execution of the skid
had been pretty sloppy and after flooring the accelerator he had shot onto the
shoulder of the road, only to slam on the brakes again to stop and reorient the
car back onto the road. As Samantha watched, she thought that the extra
maneuvering the sports car driver was performing might give her that little
extra bit of time she needed for the other lights to reach her first. She was
standing at a wide sweeping bend in the road about a mile outside of town.
Although she could see both drivers, they wouldn't be able to see each other
until they were nearly on top of one another. As the lights of her hopeful
rescuer got closer, she could see that they weren't car headlights, they were
higher up and wider spaced like those on a big semi truck. She even began to
think that she could hear the diesel roar of the truck's engine. As her hands
started to go up to wave the driver down, she could see, from the shape of the
truck, that it was a tanker truck like those used to haul milk or water.

Joe Robertson was having "one of those days" and was, at this moment,
driving his tanker truck on Highway 41, just past Lincoln, on his way to
Toledo. He had been up for nearly 20 straight hours and was pushing things,
just a little bit, to get his load of liquefied natural gas to the DOW chemical
plant in Toledo. If he could get it there this evening, he would collect a
pretty substantial bonus for early delivery. He was scheming about how he would
spend that bonus, without telling his wife, when he noticed a pair of erratic
headlights, directly in his lane and approaching him at high speed. Joe had
encountered events like this before, usually they happened because some idiot
couldn't take being behind some slower car and decided to pass on a blind turn.
Something was different here though, this car wasn't passing anyone, it was just
in his lane. Drunk driver, Joe thought, it all fit, wrong lane, erratic
driving - how the driver would react, when and if he saw him, would be very
unpredictable. He decided that he would head for the open left lane and pass
the drunk driver's car on his right. The distance between the car and truck was
rapidly diminishing. Shit!, Joe cursed, as the drunk driver now swerved back
into the left lane. The head-on crash was imminent as Joe yanked the truck back
towards the right hand lane. As the truck began to swerve back, Joe's
headlights lit up a girl dressed in leotards waving frantically at him. The
rapid side to side motion of the truck was too much for its suspension to absorb
and the truck started to tip over. The sports car passed along the left side of
the truck, narrowly avoiding the tires that were now rising into the air. Joe
later remembered that the last thoughts he had, as the truck tipped over and
began sliding along the highway, were that a girl dressed like that had to be
cold and that there was about to be one hell of an explosion.

For Samantha, the whole chain of events occurred like they were in slow
motion. She was gripped with fear as she saw the sports car heading up the
wrong side of the highway towards her and she realized that it would get to her
first. This turned to a wave of relief as the sports car driver passed her by
yelling some incomprehensible curse. No doubt he had seen her waving at the
truck and then seen the truck's headlights and decided on leaving her alone.
Then she watched in fascination as the truck and car did their high speed dance
down the highway. Fascination turned to horror as the truck slowly pitched over
onto its side and began sliding directly towards her, trailing a shower of
sparks. Transfixed, she watched as the tank of the truck broke open and liquid
began spilling out. There was a blinding flash, simultaneously accompanied by
searing heat, and then everything went black.

Samantha felt like she was surfacing from some deep underwater cave. In
time, she became aware that she was lying on her back, it was dark, and she was
a little cold. She was trying to place where she was, all she knew was that it
wasn't her bedroom. With a start, she recalled the horrible accident with the
truck and the explosion. She did a mental check on her limbs and body but did
not feel any pain; instead she felt some sort of residual tingling throughout
her whole body. It felt like that tingling you get when you hit your funny bone,
only instead of feeling it in her arm, she was feeling it in her whole body.
She suddenly had the horrible thought that maybe she was paralyzed from the
neck down and couldn't feel anything! A quick touch of her hands to her face
dispelled that fear. She started feeling the rest of her body to make sure that
it was all there and stopped when she got to her breasts. She was surprised to
find that where she should be feeling her spandex tights, she was feeling her
bare nipples and skin. Fearing that somehow she had been violated, she bolted
upright and looked down at the rest of her body. The moonlight provided enough
illumination for her to discover that she was totally naked, there was not a
stitch of clothing on her or anywhere else in sight around her. She began
thinking that her clothes must have burned off in the explosion. As she thought
a little more about it, though she reasoned that her clothes couldn't get burned
off without her skin getting burned too. She reached up to see if any of her
hair had burned off and was relieved to feel that her long brunette strands of
hair were still there. She pulled some strands over to her nose and was greeted
with the pleasant strawberry aroma of the shampoo she had used that afternoon
before the try-outs. As far as she could tell she was entirely unharmed and
everything was normal except for the fact that her clothes were missing. She
wondered if the jerks from the sports car had come back after the explosion and
pulled them off. Dismissing that as not very likely, the only explanation she
could come up with was that her clothes must have been blown off by the
explosion and had to be lying somewhere near by. If she didn't find her
clothes soon she wasn't sure what she would do. The whole situation would be
very embarrassing. Her mom had always cautioned her about the dangers of
accidents and dirty underwear, but she had never said anything about accidents
and being found naked. It seemed that even dirty underwear was preferable to
that!

Samantha stood up and started searching for her clothing. The ground
seemed funny to her but she couldn't place what was different. As she expanded
her search, what she found really blew her away. There below here, just a few
more steps away, was a small ribbon of concrete, about two and one half feet
wide, lit up by evenly spaced miniature street lamps. On that ribbon, on its
side, lay a miniature tanker truck looking just like one of those Tonka trucks
she and her brothers had played with when they were younger. As she looked
further around she could see, off in the distance, about a couple hundred yards
away and below her, the lights and buildings of Lincoln. As a matter of fact,
everything she could see was below her, the highway, the truck, the street
lamps, the town, the buildings, even the trees - Samantha could not believe how
big she now was. It was like some sort of scene out of the Twilight Zone or
Alice in Wonderland, only she hadn't taken any drinks out of bottles labeled
"drink me". Out of curiosity, she stepped over to the tanker truck, squatted
down, and began examining it. It looked normal except it was so small and the
tank had split open. Although the explosion should have blown it up into a
million pieces, she could see no signs of any explosions or fires. Getting down
on her hands and knees, she peered into the cab. Inside she could see the tiny
body of the driver; he wasn't moving, but he looked like he was unharmed. She
thought that he must have been knocked unconscious in the crash. Comparing
what she could see of him to the crook of her thumb, she estimated that he was
about three inches tall. She quickly started doing some mental calculations;
if he was average, say 6 feet tall, and now he's 3 inches tall, that would make
him twenty-four times smaller than he used to be. If she had been five feet
tall before, she would be twenty-four times bigger, making her nearly 120 feet
tall! She was glad that the driver was still unconscious, if he woke up and
saw a naked 120 foot tall giantess peeking in at him she thought it might cause
him a heart attack.

Then another thought occurred to her, if she was that tall, she ought to
be pretty strong as well. To see if that was true, she reached over and picked
the entire truck up with her right hand. As she weighed it in her hand, she
thought it must have weighed about ten or fifteen pounds, maybe a little bit
more than her workout dumbbells. The idea of using semi trucks in place of her
aerobic workout weights made her laugh. The remarkable ability to lift an
entire truck with one hand was somehow both exhilarating and sexy for her. If
she could pick up a truck with one hand, what other feats of strength could she
now perform? She imagined the awestruck looks on the townspeople's faces as she
lifted and moved whole buildings around like they were a child's wooden playing
blocks. She thought about going to Coach Williams' house, pulling off the roof,
and asking him if she was tall enough and if her tits were big enough for him
now. She imagined the look he would have on his face, as first he stared in
open jawed amazement at the 120 foot tall giantess towering over him and his
house, and then in shock as he realized just who this giantess was. The thought
of being so powerful and towering over Coach Williams was really getting
Samantha excited and, as she unconsciously began playing with her nipples, a
warm tingling was beginning to spread from her pussy. While continuing to
fantasize about getting even with Coach Williams, she lowered her hand and had
just begun stroking herself when she was snapped back to reality by the sound of
approaching sirens. She looked over towards town and saw a police car and
ambulance with flashing lights heading towards the crash scene. She wasn't
ready to be seen just yet and figured she had to go someplace and think about
how to deal with her new size before she started scaring everyone like some sort
of Godzilla monster. She decided to head off cross-country away from the
highway, but first, she delicately placed the semi truck perfectly upright back
in the right-hand lane, careful not to disturb the driver. Except for the
ruptured tank, it looked as if the driver had fallen asleep and stopped his
truck in the middle of the highway. That'll give them something to wonder
about, she giggled, as she headed off directly away from the highway towards the
dark countryside.

Samantha located a deserted farmhouse with a ramshackle barn and unplowed
fields, that she remembered as the old deserted Larson farm. She guessed that
she was five or ten miles, as the giantess walks, from the main highway. With
her new size, moving cross-country had been fairly easy and she had easily
avoided the risk of running into someone while traveling on paved roads, before
she had a chance to think things through. She sat down cross-legged in the
middle of the field. Although she was naked and alone, she had no fear that
anything coming out of the shadows would be able to harm her. She began to
logically consider her position deciding to begin with the basics, water, food,
shelter, and clothing. She did not think that water would be any type of
problem. There were plenty of lakes around and she shouldn't have any problem
grabbing some drinking water any time she needed some. Food was going to be a
problem and she decided to put that one off while she considered shelter and
clothing. Seasonally speaking, it was near the end of summer. That meant that
it really didn't get that cold during night and the days were temperate as well.
It wasn't going to be a hardship to go without clothes for a while, until winter
started coming. As for shelter, she looked over at the barn. If she removed
the two end walls she thought it would cover most of her body from her breasts
to her knees. It didn't look like it would be very comfortable, but it would
work for the time being. A rumbling noise from her stomach reminded her that
she had postponed the food issue. As she thought long and hard about it, she
realized that the only way she was going to get enough food was if she got help
from the townspeople. Those people were also probably her only hope for getting
some clothes made and getting some proper shelter made. If she was going to
survive, she needed the people of Lincoln.

As Samantha thought more about how the town could help her, she decided
that the best way would be to form work parties. She remembered a movie called
Village of the Giants where a bunch of teenagers had eaten some magic food and
grown real big and taken over a small town. She couldn't remember it exactly,
but she thought that the little people had formed work parties to take care of
the giants' needs. Those little people had at first rebelled and the trickiest
part of this whole situation would be getting the townspeople to willingly agree
to supporting her. She knew that with her newly acquired size and strength that
she could force the people of the town to feed her, just by threatening to step
on some buildings or people, but that was strongly against her nature and
upbringing. After thinking about the problem of gaining the town's support she
decided that the best approach might be to propose some type of "you scratch my
back, I'll scratch your back" relationship. As the world's tallest person, she
certainly would become some type of tourist attraction, this in turn would
generate additional income for the town which could be used to offset the cost
for caring and feeding the world's tallest person. Add a few other exhibits,
museums, and specialty product lines and it could work out very well for
everyone. She was so excited about having come up with a solution to her dilemma
that she temporarily forgot about her hunger and decided that she could wait no
longer, she would walk to town, make her grand debut, and share her proposal
with the town that evening.

She reasoned that the best way to get things out into the open was to call
a town meeting at the high school stadium, it was probably the only place in
town that could hold everyone and her. She walked around the outskirts of town
announcing, in her most official sounding voice, that there would be a 10:00
town meeting in the stadium with mandatory attendance. She didn't know what
time it was but she thought it was still before ten o'clock. After completing
her circuit around the town, she headed off to some fields behind the stadium
where she could watch the people arrive for the meeting and they would not be
able to see her. She didn't have any way to tell the time and waited several
anxious minutes watching to see if anyone would show up. Exhaling with relief,
she saw the headlights of car after car heading for the school parking lot and
then groups of people filing into the stadium. After what she guessed was about
fifteen more minutes she saw that there were no more cars arriving or traveling
on the streets. As was the case in situations like this before, an old poem ran
through her head, "The time has come the Walrus said, to speak of many things."
The time had come and she couldn't see any point in postponing it any further.
Bolstering up her courage, the naked giantess began walking towards the stadium.
She decided she would crouch down low as she approached the stadium and give the
people a view of just her head first. She thought this might be less shocking
than towering naked over them in her "full glory". As she reached the stadium
and carefully peeked over the top she could see all the people of town, some
were seated, others were milling around, there looked to be general confusion.
Clearing her throat slightly she addressed the assembled throng.

"Please don't be alarmed, I'm Samantha Jacobsen and I'm the one who called
the town meeting." Giving what she thought to be her most disarming smile she
chuckled, " I guess by now most of you have already figured out why!".

Her words had an instantaneous effect on the crowd of people, almost in
unison they all began backing away towards the far end of the stadium away from
the giantess. Some people began screaming, and others began to panic and run
for their cars in the parking lot.

"No please, don't run away!" she begged. " I need your help! I am not
here to harm you." "Please Mayor Anderson, hear me out, I have a proposition
for the town that could help all of us."

Mayor Anderson had not been expecting anything like this when he heard
that an unofficial town meeting was being held. Now he could hardly believe his
eyes, here was little Samantha Jacobsen, for that's how everyone in the town
thought of her, who had somehow grown so big that now she could look over
stadium walls. He decided that this had to be some elaborate hoax or practical
joke being played on the town. He was going to call these tricksters bluff!

"All right Samantha, we'll hear you out, but first I want to see the rest
of you. I'm not in any mood for any practical jokes. Come over here onto the
field and we'll talk."

As Samantha attempted to make excuses as to why she didn't want to show
the rest of her body, without letting everyone know she was naked, the mayor
became even more convinced that it was all a colossal hoax.

"OK Samantha, this is it, either you come on out and show yourself
completely or there's no discussion!"

"All right mayor, I'll do it, but I think your in for one hell of a big
surprise and I'm not sure you're going to like it! Now, please everyone, don't
be afraid, after all, I'm not!", she added lamely.

With that, Samantha stood up and stepped over the stadium wall onto the
center of the football playing field. She couldn't cover everything as she
stepped over the wall but quickly placed one arm over her chest and the other
over her pussy as she stood on the fifty yard line. As she looked down at the
townspeople she could see reactions in the crowd ranging from complete fear to
outright lusting. The mayor could not believe his eyes, this was obviously no
hoax. There standing over him, wearing nothing more than her birthday suit, was
the tallest woman Mayor Anderson had ever seen. She was taller than a ten story
building and her breasts were large enough to satisfy a small platoon. As his
eyes moved down towards the poorly concealed mound between her legs he began to
feel the straining of his dick against his pants. From his vantage point he
could see nearly everything, she was both gorgeous and sexy. The urge to begin
stroking his dick was overwhelming. Other less restrained people in the crowd
had noticed the same features as the mayor and began shouting cat calls and
making wolf whistles. For Samantha, it was like a repeat of the incident with
the sports car except, rather than feeling powerless and helpless as before, she
began to get angry, very angry. Whereas before, as a tiny 5 foot girl, she
would have responded by covering up and running away, as a 120 foot giantess she
placed her hands squarely on her hips and leaned dramatically over the crowd.

"Knock it off with the whistles and cat calls!" she roared and the crowd
immediately fell silent.

Samantha was amazed at the response of the crowd, but then, putting
herself in their shoes, she thought that if a 120 foot giantess told her to quit
doing something, she sure as hell would stop. She felt a little bit guilty that
she had so quickly used the advantage her height and strength gave her to order
the crowd around. On the other hand, she found her new power very exhilarating
and somehow quite sexy to wield. She could feel the growing tingling and
moistness in her pussy and her nipples began to harden. She hoped that the
crowd wouldn't be able to notice. Giving in to the guiltier of the two
feelings, Samantha decided that she owed the crowd an apology.

"I'm sorry I yelled, it's just that I've had a very long day, I got cut
from the cheerleading squad, thought I was going to get raped, nearly got blown
up in a car accident, and turned into a 120 foot tall giantess. I'm hungry, my
nerves are shot, and I guess I just lost it a little, I'm sorry. Look, I grew
up in this town, I know most of you, I baby-sat many of your children! I'm not
here to harm you, if fact, I desperately need your help, so please, I'd really
like for you to listen to my proposal, I think it would be a wonderful
opportunity for the entire town."

Seeing that Samantha was still human and needed their help had a soothing
effect on the crowd. She even sat down on the field to appear less big to them
and hopefully less menacing. She was feeling a little embarrassed about having
all those people staring up at her pussy and sitting down also provided a
natural way to cover up some of her nudity. Her breasts were still exposed but
she wasn't as concerned about them. As the crowd began moving back closer to
her again she began detailing her plans to the mayor and the townspeople.

Amazingly, the people of the town seemed to be buying into the idea.
Those who ran shops and hotels which would cater to the tourists were especially
keen on the idea. Work parties and assignments were set up and everything
seemed to be falling in place. Finally, Samantha had only one remaining issue.
As long as she was naked, she wanted the work parties and everyone in the town
to be naked as well. She wanted to feel more comfortable around everyone and if
everyone was also naked that would go a long ways towards making here feel less
conspicuous. The mayor thought it over for a while; it did seem fair, and,
seeing how he too stood to make a lot of money, he decided to agree with her
request. Besides, he thought, how do you say "no" to a one hundred and twenty
foot giantess, if she wanted to, she could pillage and destroy the whole town in
a manner of minutes. It would take an entire army to stop her. As he stared up
at the massively large breasts suspended four or five stories above him, he was
grateful that she was a sexy looking giantess, if she hadn't been, her plan to
become a tourist attraction probably would never work. Even so, he thought, it
probably would be best to keep her naked, just to keep the number of tourists
up. He'd have to have a talk with the leader of the clothing work party to make
sure that they would have some setbacks and ultimately fail in their task to
clothe the giantess.

It was also decided, until a more permanent residence could be erected,
that Samantha would continue to stay at the deserted Larson farm. There wasn't
any way to get her any sizable amount of food that evening, but the first work
detail would bring her breakfast bright and early in the morning. It had been a
long day for Samantha and sleepiness had overtaken her hunger; she decided it
was time to get some rest. She said her good-byes to her parents, the mayor,
and the rest of the townspeople, stood up, quickly stepped over the stadium
wall, and walked off towards the Larson farm. When she reached the barn she
stretched down and easily pulled the doors open on both ends snapping the thick
beams, which had held the doors closed, like toothpicks. Once again she
marveled at her immense strength and felt the tingling begin. She knew she
would have to satisfy that urge fairly soon but right now she was just too
tired. She carefully slid her body in and lay down on the old dried hay which
still covered the barn floor. Completely at peace, knowing she could handle
anything or anyone that might come along during the night, the giantess
immediately drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2

The loud blaring of a truck air horn jolted Samantha awake. During the night,
in order to stay a little warmer, she had slid her body back into the barn to
keep her head covered. Now as the blaring truck horn shocked her awake and she
banged her head against the ceiling of the barn, she wasn't so sure she
shouldn't have just stayed the way she was. Strangely enough, the barn seemed
bigger than it had the night before. She wasn't sure, but it seemed that she
might have shrunk a little during the night. Maybe she was heading back to her
original height! Another staccato burst of the truck horn reminded her that she
had visitors and she began to scoot herself out. There really wasn't any
delicate way to exit the barn, so she wiggled her way back out wondering all the
time what kind of a show she was putting on and how many people were watching.
The experience made her vow that she would find some better living quarters, and
soon! Standing up and stretching out the kinks and sore muscles she had
acquired after spending the night sleeping on the ground, she looked around and
saw a group of about twenty or so people standing in the field next to 4 large
flatbed trailer trucks parked in the driveway which led up to the deserted
farmhouse. As she waved a greeting, she had to suppress the urge to giggle.
The entire work party was composed of men and every one of them was naked. Some
of the men were pretty buff, for their size, and Samantha was taking her time
and admiring the view. Some of the men were embarrassed by her attention and
tried to nonchalantly cover their privates up. She could tell from their
erections that others in the group seemed to be reveling in the attention and
appeared to be enjoying the view they had as well. The early morning sun felt
so good on her body, she could feel that funny tingling wherever the rays struck
her, and instantly she felt warmth throughout her whole body. She felt
rejuvenated. While sneaking a peak back down at the men to see their reaction,
she gave one last stretch, as seductively as she knew how, and was thoroughly
satisfied to see that her body had the full attention of even the shyest of the
men. Such attention and obvious sexual desire for her, from men she was
unacquainted with, was a new experience for Samantha and one that she herself
found very exciting. She was totally in control, she could do what she wanted,
when she wanted, and there wasn't anyone who could stop her or force her to do
anything against her will. She could give them as much or as little a show as
she wanted and she was the one to say when enough was enough. Having never seen
so many dicks before in her life, she started getting horny and chided herself
for thinking nasty thoughts when she hadn't even had breakfast yet. She decided
to cool things off a little and concentrated on getting some food inside her.

"What's for breakfast, guys?

"Pancakes, orange juice, and milk. We were up all night cooking them!
Hope you like 'em!" replied Bill Armstrong, the leader of the breakfast work
party. The mayor had figured that her appetite would be so large and it would
require so much time to cook it, that there would be separate work parties for
breakfast lunch and dinner.

Three of the trucks were loaded to the hilt with enormous mounds of
pancakes. The other truck was loaded with 55 gallon drums, half appeared to be
filled with milk and the others with orange juice.

"Looks delicious! And I am really hungry. Mind if I dig in?

She didn't wait for, nor expect, an answer to her question. She sat down
in front of one of the trucks, reached over, scooped about an eighth of the
pancakes off and eagerly popped them into her mouth. As she quickly chewed,
swallowed and washed them down with one of the 55 gallon drums, it was all that
the men could do but gape in wonder at the enormous appetite of their giantess.
Soon one of the flatbed trucks had been completely cleared and half of the drums
had been emptied.

Looking over at the cluster of men who had grouped together off towards
the edge of the field, Samantha realized that she had been somewhat remiss in
her manners. "Wouldn't you care to join me for breakfast? I hate eating alone."

"Uh, no thanks, we all feel a little bit safer over here. The way you've
been digging in, we got a little afraid that you might grab one of us by
accident!"

"Oh, don't worry about that, I'm not that careless. Like I said last
night, don't be worried, after all, I'm not!"

"You don't have to be, you're the biggest woman in the world, what could
possibly scare you now?"

"Well I guess you're right about that, I hadn't thought of it like that.
Right now, though, the biggest woman in the world would be honored to share your
company for breakfast. How about it guys?"

Samantha had asked them so sweetly and she was so sexy, the men couldn't
refuse. They climbed up onto the empty flatbed truck and Samantha gave them
some pancakes from one of the other trucks. She wasn't all that sure how much
to give them but told them to ask her for more if they needed it. Since they
didn't have any cups, she placed one of the nearly full drums onto the truck as
well. "Sorry guys, guess you're going to have to scoop out your drinks with
your hands. Maybe tomorrow you can bring tables and silverware and have a real
breakfast with me."

As they ate on, Samantha and the men talked mostly about her and how she
had come to be so big. She wasn't used to being the center of attention but now
she supposed she didn't have any choice. Wherever she went, people were
definitely going to notice her, and not just because she was naked. The naked
thing really wasn't bothering her so much anymore and she was secretly thrilled
to have thought of that great idea to have the work parties and town go naked as
well. She had noticed last night, that there had not been a shortage of
volunteers but she hadn't realized until now that the majority of them had been
men. She figured that they enjoyed looking at her titanic body as much as she
was currently enjoying looking at their miniature perfect little bodies. Some
of the men had really cute asses and seeing their dicks in a constant state of
erection was exciting as well. As she finished her breakfast and conversation
subsided, she found herself looking more and more at their dicks and comparing
one man's to an other's. It definitely was not true that seeing one was like
seeing them all. Even from her vantage point, where their dicks were only about
two or three eighths of an inch long, she could see distinct differences.
Samantha was beginning to feel that tingling again and she knew she could order
these men to satisfy her if she wanted to, she would give them no say in the
matter. She began to wonder what it would be like to have an entire man, or
two, in her pussy, imprisoned until her lusty hunger had been fully satisfied.
Would two be enough? She imagined pushing man after man effortlessly into her
cunt until the whole throbbing mass made her come, over and over again. The
fantasy was making her pussy hot, and, as she shifted her weight, she could feel
it's wetness.

The men were becoming nervous as they noticed the giantess' increased
glassy-eyed stares in their direction. Some of the closer ones could smell the
musky aroma of her pussy and see the building wetness and they were more than a
bit concerned. With breakfast having been completely devoured, the men rapidly
got up and hurriedly got into the trucks. Their rapid departure caught Samantha
by surprise and she was afraid she might hurt them if she tried to stop them
now. Next time, though, would be a different story, she wouldn't let them get
away so easy then. If she had to, she'd lay the trucks on their sides, that
way, if they wanted to leave, they would have a very long walk! She would give
them no choice but to obey her.

The breakfast trucks had barely left when Samantha heard the deeper
rumblings of some other trucks approaching. As she watched, three fire trucks
turned into the farm. Riding on the truck she could see naked firemen and she
tried to remember which work detail this could be. She really didn't mind that
she couldn't remember, with the state of arousal she was in, some naked,
muscular firemen were just what the doctor, or, she thought more wickedly, the
pussy, ordered. She promised herself that these ones wouldn't get away as she
stood up to her full height and slinkily walked over to greet them. Planting
her legs widely apart and placing her hands on her hips, she bent over at the
waist, as low as she could go and, choosing her most sultry voice, breathlessly
whispered, "So boys, where's the fire?"

"There's n-n-no f-f-ire, ma'am, we're uh here to g-give you your uh m-
morning sh-sh-shower.", replied the captain completely overwhelmed by the
largest pair of tits he had ever seen.

"That would be wonderful", she purred. "You sure you boys can handle it?

"Oh, I think were up for it, uh, I mean to it, uh what I'm trying to say
is that we can handle it."

"Well let's see then, and, please, you boys be gentle, OK?", she laughed.
As she stood up straight again and performed her sexiest catlike stretch, she
could see that most of the men were indeed "up" for it or well on their way.

The firemen brought out three hoses from each truck and arranged
themselves around the giantess. There had been an enormous amount of haggling
and numerous deals cut over who would get to spray which parts of her. The
captain had used his executive prerogatives to have the honor of handling one of
the hoses which would hose down her front.

"Are you ready Ma'am?"

"Please, call me Samantha. I'm ready, fire at will, or anything else you
see that you like!"

The captain gave the order and the nine hoses began spraying the tall
giantess. The water was very cold and Samantha screamed when the cold water
struck her. "Hey what are you guys doing! Don't you have any warm water?"
Instantly, all of the hoses were shut off.

"I'm sorry, we don't have any way to heat the water in our fire trucks."

"Well maybe tomorrow you can fill them up with water that's already been
heated, I don't take very well to cold showers."

"Do you want us to continue or leave?"

"No, finish the job, I really could use a shower, I just didn't expect one
so cold."

The firemen turned the hoses back on and began spraying her again. The
first burst of cold water had cooled her off even more during the time she had
complained to the captain and now the new streams of water felt warmer. She
noticed that the firemen seemed to have favorite areas that they liked to spray,
several of them were concentrating solely on her tits and pussy. She noticed
that the guy who was spraying her pussy from behind was having a real good
time. As she looked around at the firemen, she could see that they were all
enjoying their jobs. Every one of them had a full blown erection. Up till now,
the cold water had taken away the desires she felt when the breakfast crew left
and the firemen had first arrived. Now those desires were coming back even
stronger than before. She began moving and swaying seductively under the
streams of water, alternatively squeezing and stroking her breasts. She sat on
the backs of her heels and spread her knees as far apart as she could,
presenting an unparalleled view of her gorgeous pussy to the captain.

"I think there's an area that needs some special attention, would you boys
mind helping me clean there?", she asked in her most innocent voice.

Several more of the firemen brought their hoses over and began spraying
her pussy. Samantha began stroking and rubbing it with her fingers. The
firemen yelled something to one another which she couldn't hear. Soon the water
spraying her pussy began pulsating as the firemen alternatively turned their
hoses quickly on and off. It began to feel just like the time she had
masturbated with the shower massager in her Aunt Shirley's bathroom. It struck
Samantha humorously that the way the firemen were holding the hoses and spraying
her down, it was like the hoses were extensions of their penises and they were
somehow peeing on her.

That thought and the sounds of all the water spraying on her suddenly made
her very aware that she had not been to the bathroom since the cheerleader try-
outs. Feeling an incredible pressure to go, right then and there, she held up
her hand signifying to stop the spraying and as the hoses fell silent, she
addressed the assembled men.

"Sorry to interrupt the shower but I haven't peed since yesterday
afternoon and I have to go real bad. You'll boys are going to have to excuse me
for a minute while I 'take care of business!'"

Samantha hurriedly walked over behind the barn to the edge of the farm
where a stand of trees began and where a little tool shack was standing. By
the time she reached the shack she was so ready to pee she couldn't have held it
back if she tried. For kicks, she decided to aim for the tool shack. At first
she let a little squirt out to check her aim then she began peeing in earnest
and a deluge began pouring down on the shack. It struck the shack and for a
brief instant the shack stood against the powerful inundation as spray
splattered back in all directions. The torrent was too much for the shack to
withstand, the near wall gave way and was driven into the far wall knocking it
out as well. The roof collapsed downward, got caught in the mighty stream and
slammed into the trees. Her stream then began striking the ground, churning up
great clods of earth into a muddy pool. Giddy with the power she had never even
imagined she had, Samantha began directing her stream against the base of the
trees and anything else she could see. Almost immediately, the roots of the
trees became exposed and, with nothing to hold them against the onslaught, the
trees began toppling. When she was finished, she looked around and saw that the
firemen had followed her and watched the whole show. The firemen merely stared
in awe at the destruction caused by so simple an act on the part of the
giantess.

Finally, one of the firemen broke the silence, "Hey Cap, if we had a bad
brushfire, she would sure come in handy, but I don't think it would be such a
good idea to ask for her help with any structural fires!", one of the firemen
joked.

"Yeah, it wouldn't be very good to destroy the building in the process of
putting the fire out", added another.

The demonstration of power had Samantha feeling very horny and she knew
that now was the time to satisfy her desire. "OK, you two jokers come with me!
What are your names?"

"I'm Mike and this is Tom. Where are we going?"

"Well, Mike and Tom, tell me, how would you like to be the first men to
feel my big titties?"

"We'd love too! I don't know about Mike but I wanted to feel them the
moment I saw them!"

Reaching down, she gently picked the two firemen up, one in each hand.
They were so light, she could hardly feel their weight. The two firemen
nervously looked back and forth between the rapidly receding ground and the
rapidly enlarging breasts. They had looked large from the ground, but up close,
they were enormous. Samantha held each of the firemen up to one of her nipples.
They were so large, the firemen didn't even know where to begin.

"So tell me boys, are they big enough for you?"

"Yes!" they replied in unison. "They're the most bodacious pair of tah-
tahs I've ever seen", added Mike.

The firemen were now kissing and stroking her nipples. Their touch was so
light and so sexy, it sent chills up Samantha's spine. Her nipples responded by
swelling and becoming erect They became so stiff and erect that Tom and Mike
were able to climb up on them and straddle them like riding a horse. Then they
began squeezing her nipples with their legs. The attention her nipples was
receiving was making Samantha ache with horniness. It was time to let her pussy
receive some of this attention.

As she plucked the two firemen off her nipples, Mike and Tom let out a
loud protest. "Don't worry", she said, "you can have more later if you're still
up to it!"

Laying down on her back, she spread her legs and placed the two firemen on
her pussy. Opening her pussy lips for them, she gently, yet firmly, pushed the
men towards her waiting clitoris. "OK boys, go for it and take no prisoners!"
Then she let her lips close around them. At first she could feel them squirming
and struggling but it seemed that no matter how hard they struggled they could
not escape. Soon the struggling was replaced by delicate well placed rhythmic
caressing of her clitoris. Samantha's body began to respond to their touch,
rising and falling with each stroke.

As Mike and Tom continued stroking and playing with her clitoris, she
reached over to the remaining seven firemen and placed her hand on the ground
for them to climb up on. Once again, it amazed her how strong she was. She was
now lifting seven naked men with one hand and they were so light she could
barely tell that she was holding anything. She held her hand up near her face
so she could get a better look at her naked firemen. One of the firemen was
covering himself up and she easily pushed his hands away with her index finger
to get a better look. She had seen his muscles bunching as he fought her finger
she had barely even noticed any resistance. Gently with her finger she began
lightly stroking his dick. He seemed to be enjoying it so she began stroking
the other firemen as well. Then holding them up next to her lips she stuck out
the tip of her tongue and began flicking it over their dicks. As they crowded
around the tip of her tongue so that she could lick more than one at a time,
Samantha was enjoying the fact that with her new size she could give so many men
so much obvious pleasure at the same time. One of the firemen, an especially
buff one, seemed to be enjoying it more than the others and, as she began to
concentrate on licking his dick a little more than the others, she noticed that
his body was beginning to convulse. Guessing what was going on, she began
flicking her tongue across his dick even more rapidly. Then, as she watched,
the fireman started coming on her tongue. His orgasm combined with the job
Mike and Tom were doing on her clit was getting to her, she had to come soon or
she felt like she was going to explode!

Moving her hand next to her left breast she ordered two of the firemen to
jump off. Moving over to her right breast, she ordered two more to jump off.
She took the remaining three and opening her pussy lips again, gently, yet
firmly, pushed them in with Mike and Tom. She then let go of her lips letting
them close over the five firemen. "You boys do a good job and I might let you
go, but be careful, if you do too good a job I might just want to keep you there
permanently!", she laughed.

Samantha closed her eyes and concentrated on the stimuli she was
receiving. She could feel the men squirming and struggling in her pussy, her
helpless prisoners sentenced to provide her with an endless supply of orgasms.
Her clit was being stroked masterfully by one of the firemen and her hips were
grinding with the stroking. As she looked at the men on her breasts, she could
see that they were rubbing their dicks against her nipples. The speed was
intensifying and soon she was rewarded with the sight of the men coming on her
nipples. She couldn't hold back any further. She imagined the men in her pussy
rubbing her clit with their dicks and coming on it and the first waves of orgasm
began washing over her. Rather than the slackening off which had happened to
her before in her rather limited number of times making love with inexperienced
teenagers, the feelings continued to intensify and the men stroking her began
quickening the pace. A second wave of orgasm, unlike any she had ever felt
before, crashed over her making the first seem like a mere ripple in a tidepool.
She was now moaning very loudly and her hips and entire body were bucking
uncontrollably. Looking down at her tits, she could see the firemen hanging on
to her nipples as they bounced as well. The firemen in her pussy were getting
off on how their little actions were causing such big results and began to
stroke her in earnest. Samantha was going insane with pleasure. She wanted to
reach down and stop them but she also didn't want it to stop. She could feel a
third orgasm coming on and she plucked the four firemen off her breast and
placed them on the ground safely away from her just in time. As the third
orgasm struck, she lost all control. It was so awesome, it felt like some kind
of out of body experience. It seemed to last ages and just when she thought it
might not ever end it finally began to wane. When it had passed over, she
reached down and reluctantly began pulling the firemen out. She had to, if she
had a fourth orgasm she thought she would pass out.

"Whew, that was awesome! I've never felt anything like that before in my
life! You guys had me coming so hard I thought your friends were going to go
flying off my tits! That last time was so hot I knew I was going to pass out if
you made me come again! How many of you came?"

She was pleased to see every one of the firemen raise their hand. They
looked as wiped out as she did. She also thought it was sexy that five of them
were coated with her pussy's love juices. It made her feel like they belonged
to her, they had been marked with her scent. Reaching down between her legs she
could feel that her pussy was entirely soaked. She dipped her fingers in the
juices and then reached over and finger painted her juices onto the four fireman
who had missed out on being in her pussy.

"Well, now it looks like you are the ones who need a shower!" The firemen
began nervously backing away and Samantha laughed, "No, I didn't mean that kind
of shower, you sillies!"

The beta endorphins were coursing happily through her body and Samantha
was relaxing and enjoying watching the firemen shower and clean up. As they
packed up their hoses and loaded up their trucks Samantha thought that she had
never been happier than she felt at that moment. As the men came over to her to
say good bye she felt an overwhelming urge to give them a hug. She told them
she wanted to give them a "proper giantess" good-bye and asked them to climb up
on her hand. She lifted them up between her huge breasts and then squeezed
them together giving them an enormous warm hug in her cleavage. She then held
them up to her lips and tenderly kissed each one. As she lowered them back to
the ground she whispered, "Bye-bye, you boys be sure to come again!"

The firemen drove off and for the first time since that morning, Samantha
was left by herself. Naturally, she began thinking about what had almost
happened during breakfast and what had happened following her shower. Had
becoming a giantess turned her into some kind of nymphomaniac, she wondered?
Certainly she had been horny before, but never like this. Before, it had always
seemed like the boys were in control. They were stronger and there was always
that underlying fear that they would lose their temper or control and use that
strength to make you do something you didn't want to do. That fear had never
gone away and always lurked in the shadows, seemingly waiting to pop out at some
unexpected moment. However, becoming a giantess had burned those shadows out
with a million candle power spotlight, driving away the fear and many of her
reservations regarding sex. She had had a reversal of fortune and now was in
the position that the boys had been in before. She was in control, she was
going to have fun doing what she wanted to, she wasn't going to worry about what
anyone else thought, and no one was going to tell her what to do. She was tired
of the farm and was beginning to feel like she had been exiled. Getting up, she
decided to head for town and see what kind of fun she could have there.

Chapter 3

As Samantha walked towards town, unbeknownst to her, an army of people
were mobilizing, making rapid preparations for her arrival. The story of a 120
foot tall giant woman had gone out over the AP and UPI press wires the night
before instantly triggering the convergence of reporters and television crews
from news agencies ranging from CNN to the National Inquirer upon Lincoln, Ohio.
The whole story would have been dismissed as a hoax had there not also been home
video footage, shot by a now wealthier citizen of Lincoln, of the giantess as
well. Every helicopter, van, and truck for miles had been rented and the news
people would have already been out to the Larson farm had not the mayor, wanting
to avoid a chaotic circus atmosphere and, more importantly, realizing the
immense PR opportunity present, stepped in and ordered the news crews to wait at
the town for their interviews. He decided that there would be a press
conference at 11:00 held at the football stadium followed by individual one on
one interviews with those agencies Samantha agreed to talk with. In order to
maintain fairness it was expressly forbidden for anyone to attempt to obtain an
interview on their own or attempt to use their helicopters to obtain any footage
prior to the press conference. Anyone violating the rules would be barred from
the press conference and any further interviews. The mayor then got into a
waiting police car and headed out towards the Larson farm to advise Samantha
about the reporters and prepare her for her interview. Halfway there, they came
across the naked giantess strolling casually along the highway. The policeman
halted the car about a quarter of a mile in front of her and the mayor got out
and began waving his arms to get her attention. For a second he thought he was
going to be squashed under one of her gigantic feet but Samantha came to a stop
with the tips of her toes only 10 feet away from him.

Samantha had recognized the mayor waving her down and had decided to play
a giantess trick on him. Acting as if she hadn't seen him, she made it look
like she might step on him but at the last moment stopped just short of him.
She had never really cared for the mayor that much, it had always seemed that
everything he did for the town usually had some type of direct benefit to him as
well. She enjoyed making him sweat a little bit. Knowing the effect it had had
upon the firemen, she squatted down while spreading her legs apart to talk with
the mayor. If he was anything like the firemen, he was going to have a hard
time concentrating.

"Was there something you wanted, Mayor Anderson?", she playfully asked.

"Uh, back in town, there's uh uh a group of reporters who would like to
talk with you."

Now this was something a little more serious. Closing her legs, she sat
down on the highway. "How many reporters are there?"

"Counting all of the cameramen and other roadies, there are about two to
three hundred of them."

"That many! What do they want?"

"They all want interviews with you!"

"What do you think they want to ask me?"

"They want to ask you how you grew so big, how you feel about being so
big, and probably what you plan to do now that you are so big. I've set up a
press conference in about half an hour at the football stadium. First you can
tell them what happened to you. Then you should tell them that you feel like
the good lord has blessed you with this gift and you plan to use this gift to
benefit mankind in any way that you can. Then tell them that you plan to remain
in Lincoln where the town will be building an entire visitor showcase around
you. Then you can open up the forum for a brief question and answer session
followed up by individual interviews."

"All right, I'll go along with that, but on one condition. I want the
interviewers to be naked. In fact, I don't want anyone in that stadium wearing
clothes. Anyone who won't agree is barred from the stadium and from any
interviews!"

"OK, I'll pass that on. They're so hungry for this story, they'll do
anything. Speaking of which, is there anything else?"

"Yes, how much are charging for these interviews and where's the money
going?"

"Oh yeah, I was going to tell you about that, I guess it slipped my mind.
The going rate is $10,000 for a one on one interview or $1,000,000 for a first
day exclusive. The money is going to a town account to be used for caring for
and feeding you."

"I want 25% off the top to go to my parents. No negotiation. Secondly,
my father will appoint an independent CPA to track and audit the funds. If I
hear of any financial funny business going on, well, let's put it this way,
you're not so small that I won't be able to find you and you won't like it when
I do." Putting on her most pleasant smile, "Do we have an agreement?"

The mayor dejectedly nodded. He had been planning to take 10% for his fee
for being her "agent", now he was going to have to be even more inventive.
Looking up, he shuddered as he considered what she might do to him if he was
caught doctoring the books. No, it wasn't worth the risk, he'd do things by the
letter on this one. "Yes, agreed. Now I better head for the stadium, it's
almost time for the press conference. Wait a little bit before heading over
there, I still have to tell them about your condition that they must do the
interviews naked."

Samantha sat down by the side of the highway to let some time pass.
Periodically cars would go by with the same predictable reactions. At first the
cars would slow down as the drivers and passengers craned their necks to get a
look at her. Then as they came to the realization that they were looking at a
real life giantess, they would all accelerate and head off as quickly as they
could. For her part, Samantha basically ignored them. She was thinking about
the interview. The longer she waited the more nervous she became. What
questions would they ask her? Would she have the right responses? She sensed
that these first interviews would be critical towards her plan's success. If
she goofed it up there probably wouldn't be anyone interested in making a trip
to Lincoln just to see her.

As the fears and doubts bounced back and forth in her mind, growing with
each bounce, a car pulled up and stopped next to her. The doors of the car
opened and out stepped her two brothers and her mother and father. Like her,
they too were naked. She was a little surprised, she had never seen her dad
naked before and had not seen her twin brothers naked since they were four years
old.

"Mom! Dad! Dave and Doug! What are you guys doing here?"

"We came to give you family support during your interview. All for one
and one for all, and all that other stuff!", yelled her father.

Samantha was very moved and she her eyes were beginning to well up with
tears. "Oh! Thank you so much, you can't imagine what this means to me. Climb
on, it's family hug time!", she called out as she reached out her hand for them
to climb up on. Tenderly she hugged them all to her against her left shoulder,
she didn't think it would be proper to give them a cleavage hug like she had
given the firemen. "Well, now that were all together, lets get on with this
interview. I know I'll feel better with you guys around to help me, I was
really dreading doing these interviews alone. When it's all over, I got a big
surprise for you too!"

As she started heading towards town carrying her parents and brothers in
her hand, her father started yelling up at her and pointing back up the road,
"Hey Sam! You forgot the car!"

"Oh, no problem! I can carry a heck of a lot more than this.", she said
as she reached down and scooped the car up with her other hand. " Off we go!"

Samantha was walking easily but her family couldn't believe how fast she
was covering ground. Her father started thinking about how fast his little girl
could travel. At twenty four times the size of a normal person, her easy gate
was 60 to 75 miles per hour. If she walked fast she could easily hit 100 miles
per hour and if she chose to run she could probably top out above 300 miles per
hour! It was incomprehensible to him that a human could move so quickly. If
she moved her arm quickly she ought to be able to break the sound barrier with
her hand. For that matter, she ought to be able to throw a good sized boulder
at somewhere around two to three times the speed of sound. God only knew how
far that boulder would travel. In the service, he had been taught that the
battleship New Jersey's guns could launch the equivalent of a Volkswagen a
distance of twenty miles and he began to wonder whether or not his daughter
could beat that. He had always been proud of her and now that she had grown to
become the biggest woman in the world he was even more proud of her. In a
contest between the New Jersey and his daughter, his fatherly pride told him to
bet on his daughter.

At the speed Samantha was traveling, they reached the stadium very
quickly. With only a moments hesitation, Samantha stepped over the walls and
onto the playing field. The reporters were all seated on the home team side
centered around the fifty yard line. Camera crews were set up on the top of the
stadium press box and on the sidelines of the grass as well. Suddenly
remembering the car in her other hand, Samantha reached over the wall and placed
the car in the stadium parking lot. She then moved over to the center of the
football field and stood facing the crowd. Only in the uncomfortable silence
that ensued did she become aware that the crowd of reporters and everyone she
could see in the stadium was naked as she had requested.

Mayor Anderson stepped up to a microphone that had been placed on the
sidelines on the fifty yard line and addressed the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlemen,
I would like to introduce you to Samantha Jacobsen, the world's tallest person,
and a native daughter of Lincoln, Ohio. Samantha will explain to you how this
miracle came about and what her immediate plans are for the future. There will
be a question and answer session where you may, one at a time, use the
microphone and PA system to ask Samantha your questions. Now, with no further
delay, here's Samantha. We don't have a microphone for her but I don't think
you'll have any problem hearing her.

"Well, I'm not sure where to begin. This is my family, my mother Anne, my
father Bruce, and my twin brothers Doug and Dave. My name is Samantha Jacobsen
and yesterday, after being cut from the cheerleader squad by Coach Williams, I
went for a long walk. While I was walking, a tanker truck and a sports car got
into an accident and, from what I can tell, there was a big explosion and I was
knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I was naked and had grown to the size I am
right now. My best guess is that I'm about 120 feet tall. I haven't had much
time to think about any future plans, other than I'd like to stay here in
Lincoln with my family. The town plans to build a visitor center and some
attractions to generate income to provide me with food, clothing and shelter.
I'm very appreciative of the gift I've been given and hope to use this gift in
whatever way I can to help out mankind. I guess that's about all, are there any
questions?"

The first reporter walked up to the microphone, "Samantha, I'm Jerry
Springfield from the Los Angeles Times. Would you mind laying down on the
football field so that we can see just how tall you are?"

"No problem, I'm kind of curious about it myself!" She placed her feet
at one of the end zones and then lay down along the hash marks. Placing her
hand on the top of her head and holding it against the field she got up and read
the yard position of her hand. "My hand is just past the 43 yard line. I guess
that makes me 129 plus a little, call it 130, feet tall!"

"Samantha, Rose Martin, Washington Post. What does it feel like to be so
big?"

"It's almost indescribable. At first it was kind of scary because it was
so different. Now its really cool. I have such freedom, I feel like I can do
anything! The best part is, for the first time in my life, there's no fear. Even
though I'm naked, I feel very comfortable."

"If that's true, could you explain to us why we had to go naked?"

"Well, I still get a little nervous talking in front of large crowds, and
my mom told me this little trick about imagining people naked and well I guess
you know the rest!"

"Samantha, Terrence Williams, CNN. How strong are you?"

"I don't really know. I was able to pick up a semi truck pretty easily
and my parents car, but other than that, I guess all I can say is that I feel
pretty strong."

"How much do you eat?"

"So far, I've only had one meal since I grew, breakfast. I ate three
truckloads of pancakes and a truckload of drums of milk and orange juice. It
was pretty filling but I felt like I could have eaten more."

"Samantha, Anne Martin, KNBC news. How long do you plan to not wear
clothes?"

"Well, I never told this to anybody, but I always had a secret urge to
visit or join a nudist colony. I don't mind going naked and I guess I'll
continue to do so until the weather gets colder and someone makes me some
clothes. Even after then though, I'll probably still prefer to go naked during
the spring, summer and mid-fall. I'd like to see Lincoln became the first
clothing optional or maybe even the first nudist city in the country."

"Why?"

"Well I've always felt that if people went naked, there would be less
cultural differences, people would be more friendly, and there would be a lot
less crime. Obviously, a naked person couldn't conceal a weapon like a knife or
a gun!"

"Samantha, Barbara Walters, 20-20 ABC news. Would you mind telling us how
you think you might be able to help mankind?"

Samantha was a bit surprised to see a star of such magnitude as Barbara
Walters in the buff and had to suppress a giggle. "Well I'm not really sure. I
guess seeing how the biggest person in the world is now a woman, I'd like to see
some new laws enacted that eliminate the discrimination that women have had to
put up with for so many years. I'd also like to see tougher rape laws enacted.
All of this is just too new to me and I haven't really given it a lot of thought
yet."

Several more reporters had questions, they always did, but the mayor
decided to terminate the press conference. He could feel that events were
rapidly moving beyond his control. Where had all that stuff making new laws
come from? He hadn't told her to say anything like that. For the first time,
it dawned on him, that he was not the one in control. It was like having a
tigress by the tail, you only thought you were controlling things until the
tigress decided she had had enough. Still, he had to stop the interview because
it was jeopardizing the number of one-on-one interviews they would do. The more
questions she answered, the less interviews there would be. Mayor Anderson
announced that the press conference was over and that there would be no more
interviews until after lunch. Samantha thanked the reporters for coming,
stepped over the stadium wall, picked up her family's car and headed back to the
Larson farm. The news helicopters began following her swarming behind her like
a small group of gnats. She really wasn't in the mood for further public
exposure and rapidly turned around to face the helicopters. "I'd really
appreciate it if my family and I could have some privacy now, thank-you."

"Let em have it Sam!", yelled Doug.

"Yeah, show 'em what you got, let them know who's boss!", shouted Dave.

None of the helicopter pilots seemed interested in disobeying a request
from a 130 foot giantess and they all turned around and began heading for the
small town's airport. "Whew, that's a relief. I think I could have blown on
them and turned them away, but someone might have gotten hurt. I'm just glad
they turned around on their own!"

"Those wimps, we'll show 'em next time Sam! I'll bet there's plenty of
things you could have done to teach those guys a lesson!", added Doug.

Samantha blushed slightly thinking about her escapades with the firemen
but did not respond. At the moment, she felt very good. She was walking
briskly and covering ground at a tremendous rate. The warm sun was shining on
her and she felt invigorated. If every day was going to be like this, things
were going to be great!

The Jacobsen family talked about how the interview had gone while they
headed to the Larson farm. When they got there, lunch was waiting. Strangely,
all that was there was the lunch, in this case, bushel baskets of rolls,
platters full of roast beef, and more drums of milk. The lunch work party was
no where in sight. Either the breakfast work party had warned them off or they
had heard her request to the helicopters for privacy. Either way, Samantha was
relieved to have a moment of solitude with just the members of her immediate
family.

As they ate, Samantha told her family about how much money the interviews
were going to make and how 25% would go to them. If everything went well, her
family would soon be financially very well off. Doug asked her if she meant it
when she said the town would go nudist. Thinking it over, she realized that
she did mean it and she was going to tell the mayor the next time she saw him.
There might be some resistance from the rest of the town but if her family could
do it then so could the rest. If they wouldn't, then she'd find a town that
would. After all, she was the big attraction, not the town! Why she might even
put together some kind of traveling show that went from city to city giving
performances and demonstrations. It had been silly for her to think of herself
as being tied to Lincoln. With the wealth they would soon be amassing, they
could afford to live anywhere. Her size made her a free spirit, she could not
be constrained, nor would she. As the saying went, the world was her oyster.

Chapter 4

Lunch went by too quickly. Samantha was enjoying spending the time with
her family and was reluctant to return to the frenzied pace of interviews,
reporters, and television cameras. One consolation was that if things got too
annoying she could get up and quickly walk away from it all. There wasn't
another person in the world who could keep up with her now if she didn't want
them to. It was amazing how quickly things had changed. One minute your a
nobody ex-cheerleader from some small mid-western town and the next your the top
story, headlining every newspaper in the country, or maybe even the world.
Everyone wants to know everything about you, instantly. Was this going to be
her Warholian 15 minutes of fame? She didn't think so, she had a feeling that
the changes she had undergone and the changes she would bring about would be
considerably more far reaching. She was going to make her mark on the world,
and it was going to be a very large one indeed!

"Sam, I think you're still growing!", said her brother Doug.

"Really? How can you tell?"

"Well before when we started lunch, I measured myself standing up next to
your heel and I was a little above the top of your ankle bone, now I'm just even
with it."

"When I woke up this morning, I thought I had shrunk some from last night,
but I wasn't really sure. Maybe my height changes depending on how I feel, like
if I'm happier like I am right now, I'm bigger than when I'm sleepy or unhappy."

"Well, if that's true then you better not go see any comedy shows or you
might end up over 300 hundred feet tall!"

"And you better not make me laugh!" Then. becoming more serious, she
asked, " I wonder how tall I am now and if I'm ever going to stop growing?"

"I don't know, honey,", replied her dad, " but whatever happens, I want
you to know that were all here for you."

"Thanks dad, you too mom, Dave and Doug. I love you all!"

It was time to return to the stadium for more interviews. She felt more
comfortable about talking to the reporters; the initial fear she had felt had
transformed to annoyance. Now it was more like something she had to do rather
than something she feared doing. Telling her parents and brothers that she
would be OK and didn't need their family support that afternoon, she suggested
that they meet back at the farm for dinner. She wanted to discuss with them the
possibility of leaving Lincoln and wanted to work out some of the details in her
mind first before bringing it up to the rest of the family. They agreed to meet
for dinner and she got up and headed off for the stadium. Once she hit the main
highway, she was surprised to come across a roadblock consisting of two army
tanks, some army trucks, and many soldiers. She was a bit disconcerted to
notice that the tanks had their turrets trained on her. There was no way such a
simple obstacle could stop her, after all, she didn't even have to travel by
road, nonetheless, she walked up to the roadblock and stopped about 30 yards
away from it with her feet apart and her hands on her hips. Looking down past
her tits, she could see a soldier who seemed to be in charge and called down to
him, "What's the meaning of this!"

The soldier held a megaphone and, craning his neck back, he pointed it up
towards the giantesses face which was framed so nicely between her enormous
boobs. Staring up at her gorgeous naked body, he became lost in the grandeur
and enormity of it. He could see every fold and hair of her pussy, and it was
so large, it could swallow a whole man or maybe more! How long he stood there
with the megaphone to his lips staring up at the stunningly gorgeous giantess he
did not know, but his revelry was shattered by the booming voice of the
giantess.

"I said, what is going on here, answer me!"

"Um, Samantha Jacobsen?"

Samantha could not believe the stupidity of these guys. First they put up
this lamoid roadblock that couldn't stop a flea and then they ask her who she
is? Did they think that there was a whole bunch of naked giantesses running
around the Ohio countryside? She felt an immediate dislike for this man.
"Excuse me, is this the train to Altoona?"

The soldier had not grown up reading MAD magazine and did not recognize
the all too familiar beginning to their classic MAD'S Snappy Answers to Stupid
Questions. Once again he asked, only this time a little more forcefully, "Look
lady, I don't know nothing about any trains, I got a job to do and step one is
identification. Now, are you Samantha Jacobsen?"

"Yes, I'm Samantha Jacobsen. What do you want little man?"

"I'm general Armstrong and I have been given orders to take you to Fort
Anderson. You will immediately follow us to the fort and wait there pending
further orders."

"And just whose orders are those?"

"My orders come directly from the Pentagon."

"And what if I don't want to go?"

"Miss Jacobsen, I am fully authorized to use whatever force necessary, up
to and including lethal force, to ensure your compliance."

Samantha was really losing her patience now. She hadn't been a giantess
for very long but already she did not like being ordered around by some little
insignificant pip-squeak. "Look here, little man, do you really believe your
puny little tanks are enough to stop me? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not
your typical teenage girl! What if I just happened to take a step forward and
squashed one of those tanks with my foot? Do you think you could stop me?"

"That would be destruction of federal property and it would be a federal
offense. There would be a hearing and you most likely would go to jail."

"Look, you moron, do you really think they have a jail big enough to hold
me? I have some interviews to do in town and I'm going to give you two minutes
to pack it up and leave." Samantha could have merely walked around them but
this guy had ticked her off and now she wanted to make a point and have them
leave, preferably with their tails between their legs.

"Miss Jacobsen, we have our orders and we cannot leave without you, now
please, you will end this unpleasantness and follow us immediately to Fort
Anderson."

Samantha could not believe that these guys were standing up to her. Since
this was her first encounter with the military, how she reacted would probably
dictate how things would go from then on. If she gave in now, that would be it.
At best she'd probably end up in some big airplane hanger, permanently drugged
into a state of constant stupor, and endlessly studied by teams of medical
doctors. She would not let that happen. She was going to make a stand and
teach these stupid little soldiers a lesson. That lesson would get back to the
Pentagon and they would learn that they couldn't push her around. "You can't
make me go with you to Fort Anderson if I don't want to! To prove that, I'm
going to give you a little demonstration of just how strong I am. You men there
in that tank, you have ten seconds to get out before I flatten it!"

"Hold your posts!", shouted the general, however his order was drowned out
by the counting of the giantess. The men in the tanks were uncertain which tank
she was talking about but they weren't about to take any chances, either. Both
tanks were empty by the time she reached eight and at ten Samantha took a single
step over to one of the tanks and squashed it, rather unceremoniously, flat with
her foot. There was no explosion or any fire just a flattened hunk of metal
with liquids oozing out. Strangely, Samantha felt no pleasure in her
demonstration.

The general, however, was incensed. "That's destruction of federal
property! I warned you that doing so was a federal offense. Miss Jacobsen, I
am placing you under military arrest!"

Samantha then turned to the general and squatted down over him. "I've had
just about enough of you, little man. My upbringing won't let me harm anyone,
but it doesn't stop me from embarrassing them and teaching them a lesson!" With
a wicked grin on her face she asked him, "Tell me general, is it also a federal
offense to give you a shower?" Samantha then let a small burst of pee go and
was rewarded with the sight of the general being knocked onto his butt and
completely drenched in pee. She laughed uproariously at the sight, causing
several more squirts, as did several of the general's men.

The general was now livid. Being a general, he was not used to his orders
not being followed or being publicly humiliated. "You'll be sorry you did that,
you giant bitch!", he yelled up at Samantha. Then he took out his walkie-talkie
which was fortunately waterproof and hastily spoke into it, "Beanstalk,
Beanstalk, this is Jumping Jack, repeat, Jumping Jack. All units engage,
engage, engage! Attack plan Alpha, repeat, attack plan Alpha! Target and fire
at will! All right gentlemen, lets toast this bitch!" Then he ran for cover in
anticipation of the fireworks to come.

Upon hearing the general's orders several units began peeling back the
camouflage that had been concealing them. Samantha's levity at having peed on
the general immediately ceased as now she saw that there was far more than the
two tanks. How could she have been so stupid? She should have known that they
would have brought more than just the two tanks. She was thinking of
surrendering just as the first of the tanks started firing. Simultaneously,
fighter planes buzzed by her so loudly she crouched down and covered her ears.
Explosions began erupting all around her and she could feel the rounds exploding
against her body. Curiously, though, she felt no pain, only that funny tingling
sensation again throughout her entire body. The rate of rounds hitting her,
planes buzzing her on their bombing runs, and explosions reached a feverish
pitch and she was having trouble breathing with all the smoke. Abruptly, the
explosions halted and the jets ceased buzzing her. Samantha's ears were ringing
and her body was tingling with electricity. Strangely, she felt no pain, in
fact, she felt exhilarated as if she was bursting with nervous energy. The
smoke began clearing and she stood up. At her full height, she was easily above
the smoke clouds. She looked around for the tanks and the general but at first
she couldn't see them. Taking a big breath she blew away the smoke that was
still hanging around her legs. As the smoke cleared enough so that she could
see the road, she gasped with surprise. Whereas before the road had been about
two and a half feet wide, it was now less than a foot! She had more than
doubled her size! The reason she hadn't seen the tanks anymore was because she
had been looking too far away. As she looked closer to where she was standing,
she could now see them. They looked like little toys and were so tiny now she
didn't think they could possibly hurt her. But how had she grown so much
bigger?

With sudden insight she realized that somehow she had absorbed the energy
from the tank shells and the bombs and in doing so she had grown. It had all
started with the tanker truck explosion. Instead of being killed by the
explosion, she had absorbed it and that had caused her to grow to one hundred
and thirty feet. The more energy she absorbed, the bigger she grew. Doug had
been right about her still growing, just being out in the sunshine caused her to
grow slowly and during the night she slowly shrank. She began laughing because
the army, in their infinite wisdom, in trying to stop her had made her even more
unstoppable.

She looked around for the general and found him hiding behind the tank in
the road she hadn't squashed. She squatted down to talk to him again and he
began cowering behind the tank. "Don't worry, I'm not going to pee on you
again. I'm so big now even a little squirt might drown you! I just wanted to
thank you for making me even bigger. You tell your friends back in the Pentagon
not to worry about sending out more troops to get me, I'm going to be visiting
them real soon on my own!" Laughing, she strode on towards town. A great
weight had been lifted. She had always been concerned that someone would use
weapons to force her to do something she did not want to and now she knew that
even the army couldn't stop her. If anyone used force against her, all it would
do is just make her bigger.

With a level of confidence that Samantha had never known or felt before,
she headed towards town. She knew now with conviction that she was going to
make changes, big changes, and the world would have no choice but to listen to
her and accept them. This was only the beginning.