The Rise of Jenna
                                
    Story by Kiler
    June 17, 1999
                                
    Thanks alot to pjohn, thiele, and deekaywon for helping me find
these stories.

                             
Prologue

     The earliest experiments with "scientific giantism"
had failed.  The effect was discovered
by accident, as with most great scientific breakthroughs.  Few
remember what the original
purpose of the experimentation was, though rumors abound.  Some say
they had been trying to
develop a "super food" serum, some kind of save the world
thing.	Others say they were trying to
develop a stickier Teflon, and mixed the wrong chemicals.  The rest
are too ridiculous to believe. 

     Whatever they were trying to do, however, literally blew up in
their faces.  Whenever the
resulting serum came into contact with organic material, an
endothermic reaction ensued that
drew all thermal (and nearly all light) energy from a 100 foot
radius.  The energy was then
converted in the organic material, and caused a massive molecular
duplication.  The material, be it
a fruit, vegetable, or even an animal would seem to grow
proportionally.  

     Growth percentage, of course, depended on the amount of serum
delivered, but always
ended in disaster.  Vegetable matter would wilt and spoil at an
incredible rate, leaving behind a
disease-ridden sludge that had to be disposed of using hazardous
waste procedures.  Animals
would become uncontrollable, and wreak havoc until they could be
brought down.  Then
government officials were left with the grisly task of deciding how
to dispose of the immense dead
animal carcasses.

No one had ever considered using the serum on a human, and the
government locked up what
remained of the serum in what should have been a safe place until...


Chapter One, The Beginning of the End

     "C'mon you guys, hurry up!  We have to stick to the
schedule or this whole operation is
going to fail.  Now move it!"

     Sy was the leader of the gang that helped bring about the end of
civilization as we know it. 
He had a long history of run-ins with the law.	Born an orphan,
parents killed in a car crash while
trying to bring him into this world, he'd been bounced from one
foster home to another.  In and
out of Juvenile Hall until he was eighteen, he grew up streetwise and
as tough as they come.	His
compatriots in crime on this case all had similar stories, save one. 
Sy's girlfriend, Jenna. 

     Jenna grew up in a white collar, suburban world, but quickly got
bored with the utter
monotony of that life.	Head of Her high school cheerleading squad,
homecoming queen, she'd
had it all.  Two weeks after graduating high school, She got in the
Dodge Neon Her parents had
bought Her as a graduation present, and sped off toward the great
unknown, without a word to
anyone.  She had ended up in Utah, of all places.  Out of money and
forced to work the streets for
food and shelter, She was on Her way to becoming another teenage
statistic.  Then she'd hooked
up with Sy.  He was everything She was looking for, exciting,
adventurous, spontaneous,
dangerous.  He found She had talents he could appreciate as well. 
She was accepted into the
gang, being good with a lock, and small enough to fit through tight
places.

     The caper tonight was different than previous ones they had
pulled.  They had been
contracted by a man none of them ever met in person, but who knew a
lot about them.  They had
been partly bribed, partly blackmailed into doing this job, and the
script had been well-laid out for
them.  Their instructions were specific: Stick to the time schedule. 
This building they had broken
into was some kind of secret maximum security government building,
Lord knew what all the
rooms held.  One room, deep in the building, was their goal.

     "We made it.	O.K. Jenna, do your thing," whispered
Sy, nervously.

     Jenna brought out the high-tech electronic lock picking gadget
provided by their
employer.  "Here goes nothing," She muttered under Her
breath.  In a flash, the door opened. 
Jenna stepped inside, and then all hell broke loose.  Alarms began to
sound, and the door slammed
shut.  Sy yelled, and beat on the door while the others beat feet for
street level.

     "You traitors!" Sy screamed after his quickly
departing gang.  "Don't you worry baby, I'll
get you out of there," he called through the door.  "Stand
back."

     As Jenna backed away from the door, fearing what Sy was
planning, She bumped a button
on the vat which filled the room behind her.  The button was marked
"Dump."  Immediately, a
valve opened, and the vat began to empty into the room.  Fumes from
the spewing liquid quickly
put Jenna into a deep sleep, and She fell backward into the growing
pool.  The reaction began.
     Sy never knew what hit him.  One moment he was fixing the
emergency C4 he kept in his
bag to the door, the next he was little shards of ice shattered all
over the frozen floor.	The
reaction had rendered the temperature of this floor and several above
to -272 degrees Celsius, just
above absolute zero.  Seconds later, the building shattered around
Jenna, the sole survivor of the
building, protected by the reaction.  Her growth began, slowly at
first, but quickly accelerating.

     She had been wearing a bodysuit, made of a Lycra/cotton blend. 
It did not grow with her,
rather it stretched and stretched, attempting to accommodate Her ever
expanding form, until it
had reached its limit, shredding in several spots.  Her wireless bra
and panties, however, were
100% cotton, and grew at Her same rate.

     Jenna began Her growth in the lowest sub basement of the
building, 25 stories down.  She
quickly filled that space, and grew until She reached street level. 
Receiving fresh air for the first
time, She awoke to a scene which made no sense.  Everything seemed to
be shrinking, yet She
didn't seem to be as high above it as She should.  She also felt a
cold, strong downward breeze
spinning around Her body.  Looking down, She saw the rubble filled
pit She occupied, and
climbed out.  

     People on the street had been startled by the crackling, then
loud shattering noises coming
from the vicinity of the government building.  It sounded like the
world's biggest window had just
been broken to teeny pieces.  Those in earshot, but not in sight of
the building came running. 
That is, until Jenna appeared from the remains.  That stopped them
cold.  At three hundred feet
and still growing, She was a marvelous, enormous beauty.  Large
breasts, wide hips, generous
lips, not pretty enough to be a model, but definitely desirable. 
Except, that is, for being now 100
times the size of any other human.  When She began to climb out of
the cavity in which She
stood, most sensible people fled for their lives.

     Standing on the street now, Jenna tried to rise to Her full
height of 700 feet plus. 
Unfortunately, the pavement could not withstand Her weight and began
to buckle toward the
crater behind her.  Losing Her balance and waving Her arms, She
tilted to the side and fell
lengthwise onto the street.  It was not a busy street at this hour,
but the slower pedestrians, many
parked cars, and a city bus were crushed beneath Her bulk.  Startled,
but not hurt, Jenna laughed
at the destruction She caused.	Electricity had been knocked out for
blocks, windows had blown
out, and every car alarm in the city went off at once.	Jenna also
found She was stuck, Her left
arm having gone through the street.  Cities weren't made for 1000
foot tall people to roam their
streets.

     Still growing, Jenna's arm broke away the street which had Her
pinned, and She pulled
herself free.  Moving carefully now, and trying to avoid stepping
with too much force (difficult if
you're 1100 feet tall!), She stood and peered around, admiring the
view.

     "A GIRL COULD GET USED TO THIS," She said, not
realizing how Her voice would
ring throughout the building created valleys of the city.  "I'M
SEEING ALL KINDS OF
POSSIBILITIES.  THIS IS GOING TO BE A LOT OF FUN."


Chapter Two, Jenna's Stroll Through Town

     Jenna meandered down the main street, bending down to playfully
slap at buildings as She
passed.  Passing 1200 feet, She was taller than every building near
her, and She realized that
maybe Salt Lake City wasn't the coolest place to be a giantess. 
She'd get all the fun out of this
city first, then head for the coast.  Yeah, California would be great
fun, She thought.  She began
picking up people still on the street to examine them more closely,
then had a wicked thought.

     She's discovered as a young girl that She could curl Her tongue.
 She'd enjoyed eating
popsicles, and curling Her tongue around their cool cylindrical
surfaces.  Later, She found the
talent extremely helpful when performing fellatio.  Now, a different
possibility presented itself. 
She plucked up a man on the sidewalk nearby, who was frozen in fear
(or perhaps lust, it was
hard to tell from Her lofted position).  Holding him before Her face,
She slowly opened Her
mouth and placed him lengthwise on Her tongue.	She heard a small
squeaking sound, probably
he was trying to scream.  Quickly, She wrapped him up in Her tongue,
and rolled him back and
forth.	It was wonderful.  The taste of him, the feeling of power. 
She squeezed, and he split like a
rotten banana.	Tipping Her head back, his broken body slid down Her
throat.  Delicious, She
thought, and She would have more.

     When the police finally caught up to her, as She figured they
would, She pretended not to
notice them.  Foolishly, a road block was set up before her, and She
giggled to herself.

     Officer Smith couldn't believe what he was seeing.  People
couldn't possibly grow to that
size.  Secretly, though, it was the fulfillment of a dream he'd had
since the age of twelve.  He'd
watched all the movies and TV shows about giant women or shrunken men
he could, until he'd
found the nation of GTS worshipers and goddesses on the Internet.  It
had been an obsession for
him, but none of it had prepared him for the real experience, nor had
he ever believed this could
happen.  Until now.

     Jenna slowly sidled up to the road block, expecting gunfire at
any moment.  She could
almost hear the police seargent with the megaphone saying something
to hear, probably "Halt," or
"We've got you surrounded," something silly and
meaningless, like a beetle giving an elephant
orders, but She couldn't quite make out the words.  The sound of Her
own heart beating in
excitement drowned out all else.  As She reached the road block, She
suddenly stopped.  Her
arms went up, and felt around, as if feeling a wall before her.

     Looking down at the terrified, but bemused police, She said,
"OH MY, YOUR ROAD
BLOCK CERTAINLY IS EFFECTIVE.  I CAN'T PASS THROUGH.  I GUESS I'LL
HAVE
TO GO AROUND."  With that, She turned and stepped off the street
and right onto a row of
apartment buildings.  The crumbling concrete, wood, and steel felt
good to crush beneath Her
feet.  She was certain that the people inside were dying horribly,
screaming at the top of their little
lungs.	But then they shouldn't have been in Her way.  This is what
it meant to be a true goddess,
and She would have more.

     "Open fire!" ordered the seargent, and the pitiful
compliment emptied their armament into
the swiftly departing target.  But to Jenna, the bullets were no more
than pieces of blown sand,
not able to even penetrate Her incredibly thick skin.  A flash of
reflected light caught Her eye and
brought Her attention to the city airport.  That looked like great
fun, or at least a reasonable
distraction.  Her growth seemed to have leveled off, now at about
1700 feet, but She hardly
noticed, so great was Her excitement.

     A few steps was all it took, and She was there.  It hadn't been
very long since Her
rampage began, and the airport hadn't had time to enact emergency
procedures.  Come to think of
it, what would be the procedure to follow, in case of giantess
attack?  

     Several planes cluttered all departing runways.  Jenna walked
right through the terminal as
if it were paper, Her eyes locked on all the pretty airplanes.	She
bumped the tower as She passed,
and the air traffic controllers leapt out the windows as it fell,
plunging to their deaths anyway. 
Security guards on the tarmac opened fire on Her, again to no effect.
 One caught Her eye,
however, and She raised Her foot to stomp him into oblivion. 
Another, dirtier thought came to
Her, however.  Gently, She picked him up so as not to crush his
relatively tiny body.  Then,
pulling the front of Her panties out, She dropped him inside.  He
tumbled toward the treasure
every guy in Her high school had coveted, not realizing the honor he
was about to receive.  With
a few, perhaps unlady like (but not ungoddesslike, as She makes Her
own rules of etiquette)
adjustments, She continued on Her way.

     Snugly against the biggest, wettest cunt anyone had ever beheld,
the guard struggled for
his life.  Jenna's vaginal lips responded to his struggling, and
opened like a flower.  Further
struggles only pushed him deeper inside.  A breathy sigh escaped from
Jenna's other lips, and She
reached down idly to grab the nearest airplane.  Suddenly, Her little
passenger hit Her most
sensitive spot, and the shock and pleasure of it caused Her to crush
the airplane with both hands. 
Having been newly fueled, the plane exploded into a fireball huge
enough to engulf Jenna.


Chapter Three, You're a Big Girl Now

     The scene: a small park in the suburbs on the east side of the
city.

     Children laughed happily.	Parents watched them from a distance,
discussing the "obvious"
radio play, ala Orson Welles which had been playing on the radio. 
Giant women indeed.  And the
subject matter - hardly appropriate.  The FCC would receive several
calls that evening.  It was
strangely coincidental that the small earthquake (unusual for Utah)
which had corresponded with
the timing of the radio play.  Suddenly, an explosion was heard from
the far side of the city.  The
people in the park stood and stared in alarm as a huge fireball was
seen to rise from the vicinity of
the airport.  A plane crash?  Hopefully not.  The city's airport had
an exemplary safety record, yet
everyone knew how quickly that could disappear under the magnifying
glass of national scrutiny. 
Strange that no sirens could be heard.	Then the ground rumbled anew,
this quake more powerful
than the last.	The children cried out in fear, but before the
parents could rush to them for
comfort, their jaws dropped at the sight of a giant, no bigger than
that, larger than enormous head
and shoulders of a human woman rising above the city skyline.  This
couldn't be real.  People
couldn't possibly be this big.	Disbelief rooted the onlookers to
their respective spots, unable to
tear themselves away from the unfolding scene...

     There was no time to react, the effect was instantaneous.	One
moment Jenna was
surrounded by fire, the next, ice.  Her body had absorbed all the
energy of the explosion, and this
time She was awake and aware of the feeling of power.  She grew.  And
grew.  And grew.  It was
hard for Her to say how tall She grew, humans lose all frame of
reference at a few hundred feet. 
Her best estimate was that She was now several miles tall, and She
was right.  She was naked
now, Her underclothing had not survived the initial heat of the fire.
 But that was just fine, She no
longer needed clothes.	Let them look on Her if they dare, it would
be their final peep show.  

     The airport was no more, the ball of one foot occupied its
former space.  As She grew, the
other airplanes were crushed and exploded, adding fuel to Her growth.
 Now She knew the
secret.  Now, She realized, there could be no limit to how big She
could become, and She would
say when enough was enough.

     Looking around, She saw the whole of the city, lain out like a
map without words.  She
wanted to know what it would feel like to crush all of it at once. 
And so, turning Her back on the
city, She bent and leaned backward onto Her hands.  Supporting
Herself this way, She positioned
Herself over the city, until the shadow of Her massive, magnificently
tanned and toned ass
blanketed the city.  Then, slowly, She sat, anticipating the impact. 
She wondered what the
inhabitants of the city thought, as they looked up and saw their doom.

     The airport security guard, forgotten by Jenna, had gotten
himself turned around in her
pussy, and poked his head out.	He was horrified to find himself
falling toward the city, and
realized what was about to happen.  Quickly extracting	himself, he
fell, though not as far as
expected.  Without time to ponder why, he ran from the impending
danger, along the length of the
goddess's spread legs.	Out of danger now (or so he thought), he
turned and looked just in time
to see Jenna's ass meet downtown.  The ground shook, buildings
crumbled.  It was as if
Armageddon had come.  Her voice rang out across the miles as She
moaned in pleasure,
drowning out the horrified screams of hundreds of thousands.  Her
legs bent at the knees,
scraping huge gouges out of the earth.	Up She raised, and began to
pleasure Herself, quickly
coming to climax again, and again it seemed.  The guard could not
keep his feet, the ground
shook and heaved violently.  And then it was over.  She collapsed
onto Her back, crushing what
little of the city's outskirts She had missed, and fell into a deep
sleep.	

     It would be days before the dust settled from this most
unnatural of disasters.  Military
reconnaissance planes flying high overhead could only see the body of
the goddess above the
cloud of debris, the wreckage of the city lay beneath Her and the
cloud.

     Blind from the cloud which covered the city, the guard stumbled
this way and that, until
he came across a wall which had not fallen during the mayhem caused
by the giantess's sexual
foray with the ruined city.  Looking up, he could see that the wall
was built of the smallest bricks
he had ever seen.  In fact, the building itself was like 1/30 scale,
with tiny windows and doors. 
Peering into one of the windows, he saw that this building had not
escaped all harm, from the
fallen interior walls and ceilings.  Looking in one particular room,
though, the guard could make
out a mass of small creatures, huddled in a corner.  He tapped on the
window lightly, and one of
the creatures turned toward him.  It was human.  But that was
impossible!  That would mean...it
would mean that he had grown too!  He'd have to be 180 feet tall, at
least.

     "Noooooo!" he cried, and punched the wall before him
in frustration.  This was more than
the battered building could stand, and it crumbled as the guard
stumbled tearily away.

     Meanwhile, Jenna awoke from Her brief nap invigorated.  Sitting
up, She admired Her
demolition job.  She wondered momentarily what the government was
planning against Her.  She
wasn't sure, but She hoped it involved explosions.  That would make
for a nice surprise. 
Standing now, She stretched and opened Her mouth wide to yawn.	With
a choke, She bent
forward and coughed.  Something had gone down Her throat!  Suddenly,
She realized what must
have happened.	She remembered hearing jets fly over during Her
tirade.  One must have been
flying over as She stood and yawned, not able to turn away quickly
enough.  Some military force! 
She could defeat them without even trying.  She would defeat them
all, and rule this world as She
saw fit.  They would all bow to Her, entertain Her, work for Her, and
even die for Her.  The new
world order had begun.


Chapter Four, What Is That Thing?

     Jenna knew what Her next target would be.	When She was 12, Her
parents had dragged
Her and Her younger brother to Las Vegas for a	family vacation.' 
Jenna spent the entire two
weeks babysitting Her brother, while Her parents had the time of
their lives.  She had often
dreamed of bombing the city while running up Her parents' room
service bill, but now She had an
even better idea.

     She turned south, and followed I-15.  Each step brought Her five
miles closer to Her goal,
and shockwaves emanated from Her feet like ripples on a pond, tearing
up land and road two
miles away.  If Jenna noticed this, She gave no sign.  Already She
thought She could see Her
goal.  Across the desert, Las Vegas shone like a new silver dollar. 
She did not quicken Her pace,
however.  A goddess doesn't rush, especially if She doesn't want to
spoil Her prize before She
arrives.

     Meanwhile, in the aftermath of Salt Lake City's destruction, the
National Guard, Army,
and Marines are called in to search for survivors.  The soldiers
descend upon the remains of the
city like a colony of ants on a picnic, determined yet organized. 
The amount of dust and debris in
the air warranted that the troops wear gas masks.  Coupled with the
regalia of each soldier's
fatigues and armament, they looked like an alien army occupation.  

     They searched the rubble and ruin, looking for any sign of
survivors.  They found none. 
And yet, most reported having heard a thumping, as if a small herd of
beasts had passed nearby. 
Then, an explosion.  Shouting and gunfire followed.  The thumping
returned, louder this time. 
From out of the fog and smoke, a growl...was it human?	No, no human
voice was that loud, that
forceful, that guttural.

     Lieutenant Gibson lead his men down the remains of the main
street.  An erie light poured
in from above.	Shouted orders came across the seargent's radio,
"Proceed two blocks south and
meet with D company, Marines.  We've encountered a hostile, it
appears to be..."	Static replaced
the transmission.  Attempts to re-establish the transmission for
mission confirmation failed. 
Before the lieutenant could decide how to proceed, however, a dusky
shadow fell over him and
his troops.   What the hell?' he thought.   Some kind of huge
animal!'  It lunged forward, and he
shouldered his weapon, giving the command to open fire.  The platoon
obliged, willingly.  Rifle
fire seemed to have no effect, however, so some of the men armed
grenades and lobbed them at
their target.  Mistake.

     Meanwhile, Jenna had reached the edge of Las Vegas.  It appeared
that Her movements
were being broadcast, as the highways leading from the city were
crawling with tiny vehicles bent
on escape.  She had expected this, however, and planned to have fun
with it.  Kneeling (onto
almost three square miles of residential area), She leaned over a
particularly popular highway. 
Supporting Herself on her hands and toes, She rocked forward,
brushing Her nipples over the
strip.	For the people trapped in the traffic jam, it was
catastrophic.  Her breasts filled the sky, and
some cars were crushed as others were flung end over end into the
sky, only to return to earth
with a screeching crash.  Engines raced, as the panicked drivers
tried frantically to free themselves
from gridlock.	Many cars were crippled in the melee, then quickly
buried under a mountain of
flesh.	Some of the larger four-wheel drive vehicles did get free,
yet could not outrace the pair of
giant breasts bearing down on them.

     Finally, Jenna had leaned too far to support Herself, and fell
to the ground, depressing the
vehicles She had missed hundreds of feet below the surface.  Looking
up, Jenna's eyes could just
focus on the suburban town She lay before.  The shock from Her fall
had caused nearly all its
buildings to tumble apart.  Playfully, She poked at the survivors,
giggling as they seemed to fall in
slow motion, and raise a little puff of dust.  Rising to Her feet,
now, She surveyed the whole of
the city, and decided on a plan of attack.  Should Las Vegas die
quick or slow?	


Chapter Five, Sin City

     Moving painfully slowly so as not to topple the little buildings
too soon, Jenna got down
on all fours.  She crawled around the city like a cat sizing up its
prey, Her breasts rubbing
pleasantly against Her arms as they swung from side to side.  As She
circled, She made sure to
crush all the roadways out of the city, ensuring a captive audience. 
Even though She was taking
great care, the comparatively tiny inhabitants of Las Vegas held on
to anything sturdy for dear
life.  Everything not nailed down toppled, chandeliers fell from
ceilings, streets cracked in many
places, and hundreds of elderly people fell victim to their heart
problems (not that anyone
noticed).  They were the lucky ones.

     When She had completed two full circles of the city, Jenna
turned toward the downtown
and, raising Her glorious two mile wide posterior into the air,
leaned forward onto Her forearms
to be closer to Her new subjects.  And they were Her subjects: She
was their Goddess queen, and
they would give their very lives for Her amusement.  Queen Jenna
began to play with Her new
toy, walking Her fingers up and down the streets of the city. 
Unfortunately, Jenna's fingers were
now over 700 feet wide, far wider than even the widest streets of
Vegas, and whole city blocks
fell with each step.  

     The mayor of Las Vegas was on the phone with the United States
president within
moments of Jenna's arrival.  He pleaded with the president to do
something to stop this incredible
giantess who destroyed without mercy.  While the president assured
the mayor that everything
that could be done was (a typical politician's response, and the
mayor knew this), Jenna's index
finger found the city's headquarters, and crushed it and the mayor
into the shape of Her very large
fingerprint.

     This game was fun for Jenna, and it was turning Her on.  She
moved to a more
comfortable position, curling Her body around the city and drawing
Her knees behind Her, as if
cuddling with a lover.	Her right hand moved down Her neck to Her
chest to massage Her
massive bosom, squeezing and pulling at Her nipples, making them rock
hard.  A small moan
escaped Her lips, which blew across the city like a gale force wind. 
Jenna had a new game in
mind, and She was certain the Las Vegans would hate this one too.

     Ever so carefully, Jenna dug Her nails into the ground below the
New York, New York
casino/hotel.  She picked it because it looked like a teeny tiny city
unto itself.  Water, gas, and
electrical mains were severed as Jenna's finger nail cut under the
building.  People inside screamed
in the dark, and as the hotel tilted, they fell about like rag dolls.
 Doing Her best to keep the
building upright, Jenna lifted it and brought it over Her breasts. 
Rolling over onto Her back, She
placed the hotel between Her breasts, and peered at it with
fascination.  With every beat of Her
heart, the building jumped a little.  This excited Her, which caused
Her heart to beat faster, and
the hotel to jump higher.  Jenna's right hand moved between Her legs,
and massaged Her aching
pussy slowly, sweetly.	Penetrating Herself, She almost arched Her
back with the absolute
pleasure of it.  She resisted, however, and brought Her hand to Her
lips, tasting the juices of lust. 
Her heart beat so fast now that the hotel looked on the verge of
collapse.  Before it could, She
grabbed a breast in each hand, and crushed the little building in Her
immense cleavage.

     Laughing, She rolled into the city like a miles high
steamroller.  Thousands perished
beneath Her gigantic legs, hips, belly, breasts.  And Her divine ass.
 Stopping Her roll on Her side,
Jenna peered behind Her.  The main strip of casinos lay directly in
line with Her ass, and slowly,
as She watched, She rolled Her ass over those buildings.  People in
the street had a front row seat
to the best show in town, as Her butt crushed building after building
as if they were made of
eggshells, before perishing under that same relentless force.  Coming
to rest, Jenna looked
between Her legs, only to find the very hotel She'd vacationed at all
those years before intact and
directly in front of Her half-mile high crotch.  Stretching forward,
the goddess shifted Her ass so
that Her crotch pressed against the ground.  She now dug Her hands
into the soft ground, and
slowly pulled Herself forward.	It was ecstasy, and what irony.  Her
pussy lips crawled toward the
hapless hotel like a tank.  Closer, closer, then impact.  But the
hotel was not crushed.	Instead,
Jenna's lips engulfed the tiny structure.  She dragged Herself
forward just a little more, until She
felt the building come into contact with Her clit.  Sitting up now,
in the splits position (She had
always been very limber), She began to rock slowly to unheard music. 
The building was rubbing
Her just the right way, and closing Her eyes, She reached for Her
nipples, rubbing and pinching
them to heighten Her pleasure.  

     She came like a volcano, bouncing up and down on that hated
building until nothing but
dust remained.	The waves of Her orgasm lasted for minutes, and took
Her to a place no man or
woman had ever brought Her to.	Satisfied, Queen Jenna curled up into
a fetal position and fell
into a deep, dream filled sleep.


Chapter Six, Sleeping Beauty

     The president quietly hung up the phone, after being so suddenly
disconnected from Las
Vegas' mayor.  He understood what this meant, but was at a loss as to
how to proceed.  His
advisors sat before him, waiting patiently for him to speak, but he
didn't know what to say.  What
leader ever had to face such an unbelievable adversary?  History had
no advice for him, no
precedent existed.

     "Mr. President...," his chief advisor began, but was
cutoff by the look on the president's
face.  "Gentlemen, this woman must be stopped.  The American
people demand it.  She
jeopardizes the whole country; who can predict what a ten mile high
giantess might do next?  She
treats our cities as her own personal playground - their citizens no
more significant to her than a
colony of ants.  She must be stopped at any cost."  The
president turned to the head of the joint
chiefs.  "General, what options do you have for me?"

     "Mr. President, the nuclear arsenal of the United States is
at your disposal," the general
replied sternly.  "At present, this is the only option I have to
offer."

     "General, I too have considered this option.	But you and I
both know the well deserved
fear of nuclear weaponry this nation's people hold.  We must be very
cautious, should this be the
path we choose.  Utilizing tactical nukes on our own soil and failing
to succeed would be
unforgivable.  We must also consider when and where to strike, and,
should we succeed, how
does one dispose of the remains?"

     "Mr. President, I believe that we must not hesitate.	We
can make those decisions after the
fact, but it remains that this is the only way to stop Her available,
and every minute we fail to act
jeopardizes more lives. Whoever she is, this woman is human.  She
must sleep, and this will make
her vulnerable.  When the opportunity presents itself, we must be
ready."

     The president sighed.  Silently he wondered whether this
wouldn't be the most critical
decision ever made in the history of the world.  "Very well
general.  Begin preparations to bring
our nuclear arsenal to bear."  With the military precision and
grace of his years of experience, the
general saluted his chief, and turned to his task.

     "Now gentlemen, who can tell me the present situation in
Salt Lake City..."

                             *****

     When last we left Lieutenant Gibson and his men, they were in a
furious battle with an
unknown gigantic foe.  Grenades lobbed at the huge target hit their
mark, and the creature
released a very human-sounding bellow of pain.	For a moment, it
reeled from the impact, and
then simply...grew.  The gunfire ceased as the men gawked at the
sight.	Urine trickled down the
legs of the least experienced, the more seasoned veterans found their
legs, and turned to retreat. 
It continued to grow, and its feet covered in shredded leather shoes
began to encroach on the
platoon's position.  It leaned down toward the men as it grew ever
larger, and those who could
not run saw it had human features.  A giant man, and He
looked...angry? hungry?  Neither was
good.

     "MY NAME'S PITT, AND YOUR LIVES DON'T MEAN SHIT," the
monster spoke. 
His growing soles overtook the men quickly, and they were crushed and
smeared across the
broken pavement.  Those who had run found the same fate.  The giant
Pitt ceased His growth,
and stood now to His full new one mile height.	He still wore the
remains of His security guard's
uniform, which He had been wearing when the giantess had first found
Him.  Now He aimed to
find Her.  Tracking Her would be easy, and He turned to the south to
follow her trail of
destruction.

                             *****

     The goddess slept.  Survivors of Her rampage were few and far
between, and more
perished whenever She shifted Her titanic body.  Day turned into
night, and cries of the trapped
grew weaker.  Most survivors who were able made their way out and
away from the city on foot,
hoping for help or rescue, trying to forget the horror of the day
behind them.  Some, shall we say,
more twisted individuals, approached the sleeping giantess, drawn by
her smell and an obsession
which could not be denied.  For them, the danger they faced was no
more than what they had
already survived.  Besides, when such a long time dream comes true,
it's hard to pass it up.

     Reaching their goddess was no problem, She was immense, She was
everywhere. 
Climbing Her, however, presented a different problem.  One would
think that a human being that
large would have huge pores, gigantic pocks and pits in their skin
one could climb with ease. 
Because of the process which had brought Her to this immense stature,
though, this was not the
case.  Her skin was still supple and smooth to the touch, as well as
soft and warm, though very
thick.	Many of the men tried to simply grab handfuls of skin and
pull themselves up one hand at a
time, but with no ready footholds and so far to go, it was not long
until they tired and plunged to
their deaths, screaming in frustration.  

     The more clever of the bunch had found a simple solution. 
Instead of heading directly for
Her body, they went to Her hands.  Her right hand lay palm up, and it
was a simple task to boost
each other up onto Her nails, then climb up Her fingers using Her
prints as hand and footholds. 
Soon these men were headed for the promised land, and the fulfillment
of years of secret dreams.

     The goddess Jenna cooed in Her sleep as the men ran over Her
breasts, many giving great
attention to Her erect nipples.  Other continued down Her belly
toward the great pasture of Her
pubic region.  As they climbed over Her great genitalia, Her hand
caressed Her stomach, and
unbeknownst to them, slid toward Her crotch.  Still sleeping, Jenna
caressed Her pussy, shoving
many of the explorers off to their doom, grinding others to paste,
and pushing the rest deep inside
Her vagina, where they swam the sea of Her lust.  After some minutes,
She shuddered in a small
orgasm (if anything about Her could be considered small), and with a
contented sigh, rolled onto
Her side, crushing Her grounded admirers, and causing Her breast men
to fall over a mile onto
Her arm.  They landed intact, only to be smashed by Her enormous tits
as She continued Her roll
onto Her stomach.  Still She slept.


Chapter Seven, Conclusion

     Pitt followed the path of destruction along what had been I-15,
the connecting route
between Salt Lake City and Las Vegas.  He was oblivious to the signs
of the loss of human life,
remaining focused on His goal.	Being a mile tall, the trip was not
long, but was difficult.  He had
to continually traverse the great canyons in the earth created by the
passage of His goddess queen. 
He left large footprints of His own in the goddess's footprints, but
they were minuscule in
comparison.  By Her scale, He was only 6" inches tall.

     The only sign that He had reached His goal, was a great cloud of
dust that raised to His
midsection, and the landscape that was His sleeping queen.  His
approach did not disturb Her, and
He rounded Her body to gaze at Her sleeping countenance.  Loving
adulation filled His soul, and
He showed it the only way He could think how.  He caressed Her mighty
arms, Her back, and
points beyond.	Reaching Her ass, He climbed Her, and slipped between
Her massive legs.  Pitt
was halted by the sight which was now before Him.  Her cunt was as
long as He was tall.  He
removed the remains of His guard's uniform.  Slowly He fondled Her
vaginal lips, and, bending
down, inserted Himself into Her vagina headfirst.

     In Her dreams, the goddess Jenna lay on a vast deserted beach. 
A mysterious man
suddenly appeared, and they locked in embrace.	Silently they fell to
the ground in each other's
arms and began to make love...

     Moaning, Jenna rolled in Her sleep.  Her great hands roamed Her
expansive body, from
belly to breasts to the space between Her legs.  Her ministrations
pushed Pitt further inside Her,
and He reveled at the feel of Her surrounding Him.  Slowly He began
to move, rubbing Himself
back and forth against Her soft vaginal walls.	One of Jenna's thick
fingers entered Her canal to
press His body harder against Her, crushing the air from His lungs. 
In His excitement, He could
hold back no longer.  He orgasmed in great spasms which drove Jenna
over the brink as well. 
Her vagina became as a great steel tube of muscle, in which Pitt
could not draw a breath.  Not
that He wanted to, He wanted to die this way, close to His goddess
queen as no man ever could
be.  He got His wish, as Her vagina closed about Him without mercy,
and crushed His body to a
boneless mass.	Jenna had slept through all this, never realizing the
love of the man who had just
given His life to please Her.  She also did not realize the potential
danger She was currently in.

                             *****
                                
     "Mr. President, all preparations have been made.  A team of
nuclear technicians awaits
your command at an undisclosed location," said the head of the
joint chiefs.

     "Very well general.  Call in my chief of staff and
secretary of war.  Then remain yourself
as a witness to what I am about to do," replied the president.

     The general, obediently complied, and soon the four men stared
at each other across the
president's desk.  Slowly, the president rose and walked to a cabinet
for which only he possessed
a key.	Opening it, he reached inside and retrieved a briefcase, a
briefcase which always
accompanied him on long trips, but which he never thought he would
ever have to open.  He
opened it.
     Inside lay a series of small square colored cards.  Only he knew
the correct one, the one
which held the launch codes for the United States' nuclear arsenal. 
Cracking it open, he lifted the
receiver of the red phone which gave him a direct, untappable line to
the technicians hidden deep
within a missile silo.	Where that was mattered little, but he
supposed it would be in a remote
location, very close to Las Vegas, so as to reach its target quickly.
 A man answered the line
immediately.  "Mr. President."

     "Listen carefully, son.  I'm about to deliver the missile
launch codes..."

                             *****
                                
     Two minutes later, the missile left its silo.  Originally
designed as an intercontinental
ballistic missile, it had been reprogrammed, and contained a new
guidance system which contained
a camera, and allowed an operator to guide it remotely.  The
president and his aides watched from
a screen in the oval office as the missile quickly accelerated to a
height of eight miles.	Suddenly it
turned and headed toward Las Vegas, where Jenna still slept.  Its
trip was extremely short.  The
missile hit the incredible giantess squarely in the chest, and the
picture on the president's screen
went to static.

     "I hope that worked.	Otherwise, may god have mercy on our
souls."

                             *****
                                
     Light brighter than a hundred suns and the heat of the very
depths of hell erupted around
the body of the giantess.  People for twenty miles were blinded
instantly, had they been unlucky
enough to be gazing in that direction.	Jenna's mouth erupted in a
scream which shattered the
heavens, and tumbled mountains up and down the western range.  Her
world was fire and pain,
She couldn't think, couldn't feel anything but heat.  And then, it
was over.  Opening Her eyes,
She stared at the sky.	Something was wrong.  With a smile, She
realized what it was.

     Jenna's body expanded at three times the speed of sound.  Her
size overtook the entire
western United States in less than an hour.  Still She grew.  Her ass
and legs dug trenches which
were deeper than the oceans, and sea water poured in around Her until
the Pacific was emptied. 
Still She grew.  North America fell beneath Her ass, and She spun
Herself to face south and rub
Her clit across the Central and South Americas.  Still She grew. 
Standing, Her head was well
above the limits of Earth's atmosphere, but She didn't seem to need
air anymore.  Her life energy
had become self-sustaining.  The whole Earth shook as She took a step
toward Europe, leaning
forward to follow the curvature of the shrinking planet.  Her
footsteps were too rough, however,
and She broke through the Earth's crust.  A explosion of volcanic
rock spewed forth around Her
leg, increasing Her growth rate tenfold.  Great hunks of the Earth's
mantle were launched into
space, and the doomed planet spun out of control toward the sun which
had nurtured it and
watched its growth for so long.

     Having outgrown Her little planet, Jenna grabbed it and crushed
it to Her mons, rubbing
vigorously.  She came again and again, and smashed the Earth like a
bit of sandstone, leaving a
trail of cooling rock behind Her as She continued Her descent. 
Jenna's breasts collided with the
now tiny planet Venus, and carried toward the sun.  She was now a
million miles tall and still
growing with incredible speed.	She felt the heat from the sun
licking Her nubile body and relished
it.  As She fell into the sun, it exploded with brilliant radiance. 
The explosion threw Her body
away, but the damage had been done.  Jenna's growth accelerated,
faster and faster.  The entire
solar system fell to Her growth, and She expanded beyond the reaches
of the extinct species of
man.

     Time began to slow for Jenna as Her body spread outward at near
the speed of light.  Her
growth encroached upon solar systems distant from that of Her
origination.  Alien civilizations
perished without warning, and She grew and grew and grew.  Eons
passed, which were mere
moments for the goddess.  The universe became dark, unfocused, then
coalesced into...what? 
Something green.  Green and huge.  She lay on something.  Firm and
familiar.

     Her surroundings came into focus, and the green something no
longer seemed so huge. 
Where was she?	Things were taking shape now, and suddenly She
realized why this place seemed
so familiar.  It was a field behind Her great-grandmother's house,
which She had frequently
played in as a small child.  How could that be?  It hadn't been a
dream, for now She was about a
foot tall, and still growing, though perhaps more slowly.  Looking
around, She couldn't see Her
great grandmother's house.  Not even a sign that one had ever existed
here.  Confused and naked,
She wandered across the field to where She knew there should be a
dirt road.  Two feet tall now,
and still growing.  A piece of newspaper blew across Her path, and
She caught it hoping to cover
Herself.  Before She could, however, She glanced at the publication
date.

     It couldn't be!  August 24, 1955.	Nearly a year before Her
grandmother was born.  Was
it possible?  Had She actually grown back in time?


Epilogue

     Jenna's growth finally completed when She had reached the height
of seven feet (on this
world's scale).  A family close by had taken Her for a victim of rape
and amnesia, and taken Her
in.  Soon after, She discovered that She was pregnant, though She
knew not how.  After some
time, She pieced together that She had indeed traveled back in time. 
This world was exactly like
the one of Her birth, only the date seemed to be wrong.  She fell in
love with the son of the man
who had taken Her in, and they were married two months before the
birth of Her beautiful
daughter. Looking in the mirror one day brought about a long
forgotten memory of an old picture
of her great-grandmother, and the realization that Her daughter would
someday have a daughter,
who would in turn have a daughter herself, and name that small child
after the baby's great-grandmother.  
Jenna.