With school over for the graduating class at Silverview High School, everyone was having a blast. Everyone, that was, except for Sara. She was busy building up the courage to confess to her crush. It was their school’s annual end of the year party for the senior class, and probably the last time most of them would be seeing each other. With graduation over, this was her last chance to tell Max how she felt. 

She’d had a crush on Max pretty much since the school year began. Ever since the two were partnered up for a history assignment by complete coincidence, Sara knew she had feelings for him. They’d talked every day in history class, but she was never able to work up the courage to tell him how she felt. She’d come close a few times, but always stopped just short due to her own fear. Maybe it was because she worried how her JROTC friends would react to her confessing to someone outside of their social circle, or perhaps it was because she was scared he wouldn’t feel the same way towards her. Probably the latter. 

Now here, possibly on the last day they’d ever see each other, she was chickening out again. Part of her wanted to abandon this idea and just go play tag with the other JROTC cadets, but Sara knew she wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him. A few tables away sat Max, off with the rest of his robotics buddies. They were lounging and drinking sodas as they talked about their plans for the future, looking like they were having a great time. With Max bound for college and Sara destined to be a pilot, and later a colonel like her father and oversee the nearby Air Force base, their paths would diverge and likely not connect ever again. 

Idly, Sara reached down to pat the envelope in her pants pocket. In it was the handwritten letter she’d spent hours on, tirelessly making sure each word was perfect and accurately portrayed her feelings for him. If she blundered her way through telling him in person, she could always fall back on that. She studied Max some more, both hoping and fearing he would turn and look her way.

There was just something about his body that rendered Sara incapable of taking her eyes off of him. Perhaps it was how different his body was from hers. By her best guess, Max was five foot nine, but skinny. He had the fluffiest, curliest, light brown hair Sara had ever seen; a stark contrast to her own black hair which absolutely refused to curl. He had the most adorable freckles on his cheeks, something the cadet had spent many a class period daydreaming about. Sara reached up to idly twirl a stray lock of hair, thinking about how she could stare into his deep, brown eyes for hours. 

Sara was five foot five, and in incredible shape from years of constant physical training. While she lacked bulging biceps and a chiseled six pack, she had next to no fat on her body. Her stomach was toned, and just barely showed a trace of abs. She could run a mile faster than most guys and lift like one, too. Although she’d never asked his exact weight for obvious reasons, she was confident she could pick up her crush. One of her favorite fantasies was pinning Max against the lockers and lifting him up by the armpits, just to demonstrate her strength over him. 

Casting another glance at Max, she noticed that he was staring back. Her heart jumped in a combination of excitement and fear before giving a shy wave back. He suddenly stood up and began walking towards her. Fight or flight kicked in like flipping on a switch. Her heart was beating so hard it felt like it would break a rib as he got closer and closer. As Max sat down beside her, Sara reached for the letter but didn’t show him it yet. 

“Sara! How are you doing?” He asked, running a hand through his fluffy hair. 

“Good, good! How about you?” She replied, trying not to hyperventilate.

“Same as usual,” Max shrugged, “Ready to kiss all of this goodbye?” 

“Most of it, yeah. I’ll miss some things,” She had to resist adding like you. 

“So, Air Force. Looking forward to it?”

“Yep! Following in my dad’s footsteps!” 

“You’ll be an amazing fighter pilot. You’re a natural.”

“How about you? What’s your plan?” She asked, though she’d memorized practically everything about him long ago. 

“College in San Diego. I’m going for robotics,” He replied. 

“Cool! I’m happy for you! Now you can kick back and enjoy your summer. Anything fun planned? Any…dates or anything?” She asked, wondering if maybe Max has a secret girlfriend that by some chance had never been mentioned. 

He laughed, “No, nothing like that. Just relaxing before I head off.” 

This was her chance. Right now. Sara opened her mouth, “Well…uh…I just wanted to say…” She rubbed her hand over the letter hiding in her pocket, “I know you’ll do great.” 

“Oh, why thank you!” Max smiled, “Say, if you’re available, you should come to my graduation party! It’s in two weeks, at my house,” He said, handing her an invitation. 

“Wow! Thank you! I’ll have to check if I’m available that day!” She replied, knowing very well she wasn’t going to be doing anything. 

“Have a great summer! And good luck with your future!” He replied, giving her a half hug before getting up and walking back to his seat. 

She’d failed. Her last chance, gone just like that. Even if she went to Max’s graduation party, she knew deep down that she wouldn’t have the guts to tell him her feelings. Sighing in defeat, Sara looked down at the sealed envelope with Max’s name written in the neatest lettering she’d ever mustered. All for nothing. While Sara wallowed in self pity, her best friend and fellow cadet Ashley sat down beside her. 

“You look sad,” Ashley stated. 

“That’s an astute observation,” Sara grumbled. 

Ashley brushed away her blonde bangs, “You know what? You should come over to Billy’s tonight! His parents are away for a few days, so he’s throwing a party! A bunch of us are gonna go swimming and take a dip in his hot tub. I think it would be a great way for you to unwind and really get into the summer mindset. Besides, there’s gonna be a ton of guys there!” She elbowed Sara’s shoulder with a wink. 

“I don’t know. Besides, Billy invited you over because he wants to see you in a swimsuit. I don’t think spending a night in a hot tub filled with horned-up, probably drunk guys is what I need,” She replied, shaking her head. 

Ashley sighed, “Well, if you change your mind, you know where it is! Feel free to stop by if you’re feeling it!” 

She got up and went over to talk with some more people, probably about the pool party, leaving Sara alone. Giving another look at Max, she debated asking him if he wanted to go to the party with her. She quickly decided against that idea. Max was in a completely different social circle, and would know nobody else there. He never struck her as the type to go out and party. 

For the rest of the day, all Sara could think of was the different ways she could have successfully talked to Max. Now, late at night, she was still mentally at war with herself as she undressed to get ready for bed. Her love letter and his invitation sat on the desk, silently mocking her. In the heat of the moment, she’d completely forgotten to invite Max to her own graduation party. Yet another wasted possibility. 

Sara spared a moment to check out her naked figure in her bedroom mirror. All those nights spent flirting to her reflection, pretending her deep azul eyes were his, ultimately came to nothing. Flexing her biceps, she smiled and regained a bit of confidence. Her body was in amazing shape, there was no denying that. Her breasts were smaller than she would’ve liked, although she had a sculpted butt and curvy hips that could make any girl envious. She couldn’t be sure, but she suspected that Max was more of an ass guy. 

“How could I have wasted my last chance to ask him out?” She muttered, slipping into a comfy pair of athletic shorts and a loose Air Force T-shirt. 

Sara flopped down on her bed, not ready to go to sleep just yet. She looked around the bedroom she’d foolishly cleaned in the hopes she’d be inviting Max over to hang out. She’d even purchased a few condoms for if she got really lucky, but would now just sit on her desk and collect dust. 

“It’s just a stupid letter. How hard is it to give him a stupid letter?” She muttered, angrily thrusting a hand down her shorts to furiously masturbate to the thought of Max. 

Closing her eyes, Sara pictured herself grabbing a handful of Max’s curly hair and grinding his adorable, freckled face against her clit as she commanded him to worship every inch of her body. Biting her lip to stifle a moan, she imagined claiming his virginity like a Medal of Honor. He would be a completely clueless virgin and she’d love every second of it. They’d fuck until they both came in unison, with fireworks exploding in the picturesque background as they cuddled the night away. 

“Oh fuck…” She whispered, Max clear as day in her mind. 

Arching her back, Sara tightened her core as she felt her orgasm building. Her free hand migrated beneath her shirt towards her nipples, doing what she knew best to extract even more pleasure. Her breathing became shortened, her chest rising and falling quickly as her fingertips danced across her clit. Hissing through clenched teeth, Sara imagined Max’s fingers bringing her to orgasm rather than her own. 

A few minutes later, Sara was laying in bed with post-orgasm clarity. All it was telling her was that she’d missed her chance and should’ve told Max she liked him. Not like she hadn’t been thinking about that for the last few hours already. She wasn’t any more tired than before; and while tempting, she didn’t feel like masturbating her emotions away for the rest of the night. Kicking off the sheets and turning on the lights, Sara walked over to her wardrobe. Fishing around her swimsuit drawer, she grabbed a candy apple red bikini. Changing into it and ruefully wishing Max was there to see her, she grabbed her phone and called Ashley. 

“Sara! What’s up?” Ashley asked, music and people talking in the background. 

“Hey, Ashley…is it too late to come over to that party?” 

“Of course not! The party’s just getting started!” 

“I’ll be over in a few minutes.” 

Stepping into her Air Force sweats and snatching a beach towel, Sara quietly snuck her way out of the house. With her father still at the airbase and her mother a notoriously heavy sleeper, Sara had zero issues retrieving her bike and setting out. Pedaling her bike the two miles to Billy’s neighborhood, Sara quickly found which house had the party. Music could be heard a few blocks away, along with at least twenty cars parked in the driveway and along the street. Ringing the doorbell, Sara waited patiently for someone to open up. Glancing around a final time to check for any signs Max had magically shown up, she was disappointed yet again. The door suddenly swung in, and a shirtless Billy stood in the doorway. 

“Hey, glad you could make it! Come on in, I’ll show you where the action is!” He smiled, motioning for her to follow. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t had a noise complaint called,” Sara replied, following him through the house. 

“Don’t worry, half the people here live on this street. Anyway, here’s the pool!” 

Sara had passed Billy’s house on the way to Ashley’s, but never had she seen his pool for herself. Sara’s jaw hit the floor as she saw the backyard for the first time. While the tediously cared-for lawn was impressive, the pool and surrounding area were absolutely the focal point. The pool area represented the harmonious joining of wood, brick, concrete, and flora. There had to be at least two dozen people there, many of whom she recognized from JROTC. 

“There’s beer in the cooler, hot tub’s over there,” Billy pointed, snapping Sara out of her trance, “Help yourself to whatever you want, and put your stuff wherever you want.” 

Sara wandered around the backyard, taking everything in. Finding an open chair, she set down her towel and removed her sweatshirt and pants. Feeling the warm night air against her bare skin, Sara stretched to show off her toned belly before adjusting her bikini so it sat better. 

“Hey! Sara!” She heard Ashley yell. 

Turning around, Sara spotted her friend in the hot tub, lounging with a few others. Shrugging, she walked over and climbed in, feeling the hot water rush over her body. Sinking down so only her shoulders and head were visible, she sighed and leaned her back against the side. As it turned out, this was just what the doctor ordered to get her mind off of Max. With her now in the hot tub, it was almost at its maximum capacity. Stuck between two guys she barely knew, Sara made the mental note to kick the shit out of them if they tried to sneak a feel. 

“Beers, anyone?” Billy asked, walking up to the group with an armful of cold cans. 

Sara shrugged, “Sure. Why not?” 

Taking a can, she held it in her hands but didn’t open it yet. Looking around, she thought about how this probably wasn’t a party Max would’ve enjoyed. Underage drinking, people that could be assholes sometimes, this wasn’t his sort of thing. Or maybe it was. Perhaps Max was a huge party animal and would’ve gladly joined in on the fun. Starting to feel guilty for not inviting him, Sara cracked open her beer to distract herself. 

The first sip of beer washed away her sour mood like a tsunami. Letting out a relaxing sigh, Sara tilted her head back to pour more of the hoppy liquid down her throat. 

“So? How about that hearing, huh?” Billy began, chugging his beer with one hand and placing the other over Ashley’s shoulder. 

“What hearing?” Sara asked. 

“They decided they won’t charge that Katelyn girl!” 

“Oh. I haven’t really been following that whole story,” Sara admitted, taking another sip. 

“I’m glad they decided against any action. Sounds like it was a kickass party! Can’t fault a girl for having fun!” One of the other girls piped up. 

“Fun? She could’ve killed people!” Billy exclaimed, “But don’t worry. I could stop her if she ever proves to be a threat.” 

Sara scoffed, “Kill a girl who’s half the length of a football field?” 

“Hey! She’s a big target, s’all I’m gonna say!” Billy shrugged, taking a sip from his can. 

“Right. Because surely a gun’s gonna do anything. I bet she wouldn’t even notice!” Sara replied, following suit with a sip from her own. 

“I’m gonna side with Sara,” Ashley declared, earning a grin from her friend, “You’d need missiles or something to hurt her. Maybe more.” 

“Probably more,” Sara quipped. 

The group’s conversation eventually shifted to other topics Sara had no interest in. Silently listening to the rest talk, she was quick to notice the puppy dog eyes Ashley was giving Billy. Leaning into his shirtless body, clinging onto every word he said, it was obvious where she wanted the night to end up: his bedroom. And judging by how his hand playfully slipped beneath her bikini top’s straps, it looked like she’d be getting her wish. 

Starting to feel lovesick again, Sara tilted her can up and drained the last of the beer in one gulp. Deciding to have some fun with the empty can, she raised it up to the side of her head, pressed it firmly, and pushed. The can crumpled like wet paper against her head, and she didn’t even flinch. Dropping the flattened aluminum can by the side of the hot tub, she muffled a burp before turning her attention back to the conversation. 

Without any warning, a violent migraine suddenly pounded through her head. Wincing, Sara began to rub her temples to try and help with the sudden pain. Closing her eyes, she became frustrated that nothing was easing the pain. 

“Woah, Sara, are you okay?” Billy asked, diverting the group’s attention to her. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. Headache,” She said, gritting her teeth. 

“Maybe that music is getting too loud. I’ll go turn it down,” He replied, climbing out of the hot tub. 

Sara’s entire body began to heat up. She could feel the sweat on her brow running down into the hot tub. She hadn’t had anything like what she was feeling happen before, which began to worry her. Her mind didn’t feel quite right, like a radio that was just a hair out of tune, with static somewhere in the background muddling everything.

“Sara, you don’t look so good,” Ashley worried.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Maybe the alcohol in my system and the heat are throwing my brain out of whack. I’m gonna cool off for a minute,” Sara replied, quickly climbing out. 

After readjusting her bikini bottoms so that they sat properly, Sara decided things would get better when she cooled off. With her head still pounding, she walked to the side of the pool and jumped in. Immediately, she felt a million times better. Her headache was still persisting, albeit not as bad, along with that weird staticky feeling that hadn’t changed. Deciding that she would just fight through it, Sara climbed out of the pool, adjusting her swimsuit once again. Was it just her, or were her bottoms more snug? And did her top’s straps always dig in that much?

Only a few steps from the hot tub, the headache came back with a surge worse than anything she’d felt before. The blinding pain drove her to her knees. Sara felt like her head was about to explode. Unable to fight the pain any more, she cried out for help. Everyone descended on her in seconds, and soon she was surrounded by at least thirty people. 

“Move! Make room!” Billy shouted, crouching down to feel for any injuries. 

“She’s burning up! You! Call an ambulance!” He shouted, pointing at someone in the crowd. 

There was no denying something was seriously wrong with her. She could feel her body becoming drenched in sweat. Her bikini felt like it was tightening, the fabric digging deep into her skin. Ashley grabbed her head to look into her eyes, but suddenly backed away from Sara in terror. Before Sara could begin to wonder what had prompted her friend to back away in fear, another wave of pain struck her head. It was too much for her to bear. Crying out in pain a final time, everything went black. 

——

When she regained consciousness again, only a minute or so had passed. She was still outside, laying on her back. The coarse concrete was no longer rubbing against her skin, but she couldn’t tell what new surface she was laying on. Groaning in pain, she looked over at the others, who were staring a few feet away. They were looking…up at her, like she was on a high table. But that couldn’t be, she felt the ground below her. She moved her legs, confirming she wasn’t on an elevated surface. Suddenly, she kicked something heavy, followed by a loud crash. 

Sara slowly sat up to see the table that sat on the deck completely destroyed by her foot. The wrought iron table crumbled like chicken wire from the force of her kick. It made no sense, how was her foot able to destroy it? And why was her foot able to hit something at least thirty feet away from her?

The crushing realization suddenly made its way through her chaotic head. She had grown! Like that girl across the country a few months back. Katie or something, she didn’t keep up with that story. Sitting up, she realized her clothes had long since ripped away, leaving her utterly exposed. Covering her breasts awkwardly, she felt her nipples pushing against her palms due to the cold air. 

From her new vantage point, her head easily surpassed the two story house beside her. The pool looked no larger than a footbath, and the yard barely contained her. Looking around frantically, her foot accidentally crashed through the back fence, turning the wooden planking to splinters. Hugging her knees to her chest, she tried to take up as little space as possible to prevent breaking anything else. Looking over the roof of Billy’s house, Sara saw that she towered over the neighborhood. Carefully checking over her body, she noticed that her headache was gone. Everything felt cool, then immediately chilly as reality set in. 

Turning her attention towards the ground, Sara spotted her friends. They were huddled together, staring up at their now gigantic peer. As she reached out towards them, they took a nervous step away. It broke Sara’s heart to see them afraid of her. Is that how everyone would see her? Is that how Max would see her? Sara’s heart began to thunder within her chest. Her breathing hastened, her voice slowly building in her throat. 

“WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?”

Needless to say, nobody was quite sure how to handle the situation. The EMTs called the police, who called the National Guard, who called the CIA, who brought along the FBI for good measure. The small and peaceful neighborhood was turned into a scene straight from a sci-fi movie. Armored cars and police cruisers covered the streets as soldiers and cops knocked on the doors of every house in the neighborhood. With such a mobilization of manpower, it wasn’t long before news helicopters buzzed overhead like flies, pointing their searchlights at Sara. 

“Did you ingest any unknown or potentially hazardous chemicals?” Asked the CIA agent questioning her.

“N-No,” Sara answered, her voice shaky. 

“Have you been exposed to radiation as far as you are aware?” 

“N-No.”

“Have you had extraterrestrial contact?” 

“Extraterres-no! I haven’t been probed by aliens! I told you already! I had a headache, and then I grew! I don’t know why! I don’t know why this is happening to me!” Sara snapped. 

Noticing the agent wince and back away, Sara realized she was shouting. Again. Forcing a smile to show she was no threat, she adjusted the bed sheet covering her breasts and leaned closer. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just very, very scared right now. I don’t know why this has happened, I really don’t. All I ask is for someone to get me some real clothes and maybe get those news helicopters to leave. I’d like to stay off the TV,” She explained. 

“Okay. I’ll see if we can do something about the helicopters. We’ll have to wait and see for clothes, I’m afraid.” 

As she waited, Sara pinched the inside of her arm as hard as she could. After a few seconds of pain, she concluded that yes, unfortunately, she wasn’t dreaming. This was really happening. Rubbing away the red spot she’d created, Sara glared at the news helicopters overhead and made sure her chest and crotch were properly covered. 

A minute later, a pair of army helicopters ushered away the news ones. Sara was relieved to see them go, but knew she was bound to be all over every news channel in the country for the morning news. Once the news choppers were sent on their way, the attack helicopters returned and slowly began to circle the area. She took note of their full payloads, silently questioning just how effective they would be against her. 

“Don’t worry, those news choppers will be giving you some space now,” Her dad said, dressed in his Air Force colonel uniform.

“Thank you! That’s a huge relief!” Sara exclaimed, relieved to see her father on the scene. 

“I’ve already begun making calls across the country. There’s a scientist who’s dealt with this before, out in D.C. She’s coming here as soon as she can,” Her father explained. 

“Good. Where exactly will I be staying now? There’s no way I can fit anywhere!” 

“You heard about that girl who grew a few months ago, Katelyn? Well, she slept in an aircraft hangar at an old airfield. I’m having a hangar at the base cleared out for you to move in as we speak. We’ll make sure you’re fed and kept out of the sun,” He assured her. 

“Thank you!” She smiled, “What about clothing? And food?” 

“We’re working on those. It could take some time, I’m afraid.” 

“Hopefully not too long.” 

Imagining where she’d be living, Sara’s heart rate began to jump again. Her dreams of being an Air Force cadet were ruined. The closest she’d get to flying would be to grab a fighter jet off the ground and start swooshing it with her hand. Yes, a ‘cure’ had been made, but it could barely be considered an actual cure. 

Sara’s stomach was doing somersaults. She’d never get to go to her favorite restaurants. Hanging out with friends would be nearly impossible. The final dagger through her heart was wondering what Max would think when he woke up and saw the news. A tear she didn’t realize was forming ran down her face. Reaching up to dab at it with the bedsheet, Sara took a deep breath to try and calm herself. Why her? It wasn’t fair! Practically her whole life was planned out, and now all of it was gone. She wanted to be angry, but at what? Sara would’ve punched the ground to vent her frustration if it wouldn’t have likely knocked everyone over and set off car alarms. 

“A-Ashley? Where’s Ashley at?” Sara asked, looking around for the one person she could always talk to. 

Scanning through the crowd was like looking into a group of plastic toy people. Finally, one face pushed through the crowd and slipped beneath the police barrier. Although the angle was one Sara had never viewed people from before, she recognized Ashley immediately. 

“I’m here, Sara!” She called, waving her hands. 

Quickly reaching for her best friend, Sara wrapped her hand around Ashley and pulled her up to eye level. Feeling her friend moving in her hand was a sensation Sara couldn’t possibly have prepared for. She’d held toads in her hands before, but to hold a person, she couldn’t believe it. 

“What’s everyone saying? Am I in the news already? Am I going viral?” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she pulled her friend closer to her mouth, “Is Max down there?” 

“S-Sara…” She replied, her voice strained. 

“I know, it’s a lot of questions. But please, I need to know. Especially whether or not Max is—”

“S-Sara…let go!” Ashley cried out. 

Suddenly, Sara realized just how tightly she was holding her friend. Releasing her firm hold sent Ashley falling back into her palm, gasping as she sucked in air. Clearly in some pain, she hugged her chest with one hand as she wheezed. 

“I-I’m sorry, Ashley! It was an accident, I swear!” Sara apologized, her blood running cold, “Did I hurt you? Are you hurt?” 

Coughing, Ashley shook her head, “I’m fine. Just p-put me down.” 

Nodding, Sara quickly obliged and set her friend back down on the grass. A paramedic team was quick to swoop in, but Ashley waved them off and insisted she was okay. Nevertheless, they insisted she be checked out and they escorted her to an ambulance. 

Sara looked down at her hands, horrified with herself. She could’ve killed Ashley if she wasn’t careful. She’d literally held her best friend’s life in her hand and nearly harmed her. Tucking her arms close to her body, Sara began to cry. 

“Why me?” She asked, expecting no reply. 

“I don’t know, Sara,” Her father replied, walking up to her, “But I’m gonna do everything I can to help you.” 

Hearing her father’s determination brought out a weak smile from Sara. It gave her the strength to pull herself together and wipe away the tears running like a river down her face. Suddenly, her father’s phone rang. Quickly answering it, he hung up a few seconds later. 

“Alright! The hangar’s cleared out and ready for you to move in!” Her father announced.

“Fantastic!” Sara smiled, relieved that she’d have a roof over her head. 

“Now, the tricky part: Getting you there.” 

“Yeah…” She trailed off, looking around. 

“The helicopters will lead the way. Do your best to follow them. I’ll get there as soon as I can, Sara,” Her father assured her. 

Nodding her head, Sara took a deep breath to calm her nerves the best she could, whispering to herself, “I can do this. I got this.” 

Slowly rising to her feet, Sara gazed down at the ground far below her. People and vehicles in her way were quick to move, giving her a clear path to the street. With one hand cupping her crotch and the other still trying to keep the bed sheet over her breasts, she took her first step. Gingerly resting the ball of her foot on the street, Sara slowly added more weight until she felt a loud crunch. She’d barely put any weight on the road before the asphalt crushed beneath her. Realizing there was no other choice, she decided to put the rest of her weight down. As she feared, her foot sank through like she was stepping through mud. 

“S-Sorry!” She called out, wincing as she imagined how the road would need to be completely rebuilt. 

Taking a deep breath, Sara decided that the sooner she was on the airbase, the better. Remembering her father’s instructions to follow the helicopters, she set out after them. Not caring about her footfalls and the inevitable destruction they caused to the road, Sara quickened her pace. Exiting the neighborhood, her path soon turned to a mix of roads and earth as she followed the helicopters straight to the base. 

Just when Sara thought things were going smoothly, she felt her ankle catch on some sort of string. With nearly zero effort, she pulled her foot through and felt it snap, followed by an odd tingling sensation. Looking back, she could barely make out two telephone poles bent precariously to the side. Realizing she’d just knocked out power to a few neighborhoods, Sara continued on after muttering, “Sorry!” 

Finally, after blindly following the helicopters through her town, Sara finally saw it. The Air Force base. Her pace quickened, eager to finally get a roof over her head once again. The helicopters broke off, their job now completed. Coming to a stop at the fence, she looked at the base alive with activity. Spotting the open, empty hangar on the other side of the base, she could hardly wait. Cautiously taking her first step onto the base, Sara let out a sigh of relief to find her foot did not crack through the concrete. 

The empty hangar was in full view now. Sighing in relief, Sara closed the gap in only a few quick paces. Backing in on her hands and knees, she grabbed hold of the doors and pulled them closed. The cables that originally opened and closed the massive doors snapped instantly, but Sara was too exhausted to care. Rolling onto her back, she didn’t even mind that the lights were still on as she quickly passed out. 

——

Slowly stirring awake, Sara let out a low groan. Sitting up, she was rudely greeted by a metal rafter to the face. 

“The fuck?” She shouted, realizing that she’d hit the metal support so hard it had deformed. 

Looking around, it was immediately clear that she hadn’t dreamt up growing giant. Listening for only a few seconds confirmed that she was still at the Air Force base. Laying back down, she decided to face the reality waiting outside the hangar doors later. 

She didn’t get much time before her stomach made its plight known. A horrible beast roared from inside her, demanding its fill. Sara tried to fight back her hunger, but quickly determined it to be a losing battle. Having not eaten since her early dinner the evening before, Sara needed a hearty breakfast to fill her up. Groaning, she rolled onto her belly and cracked the hangar doors just enough to poke her head out. Bright sunlight and the Arizona morning heat flowed over her face as she looked around. 

“Hey! When can I get something to eat?” She called out to the bustling airbase. 

For as far as she could see, people stopped in their tracks upon hearing her speak. Wondering if she’d been too loud, Sara noticed one man slowly approaching her. Lowering her face as close as she could get, she gave him her full attention. 

“Uh, M-Miss Holland?” He began quietly, “I’m afraid that we’re still working on getting you food. But we really are trying.” 

Just then, a deep growl rumbled from within Sara. To her, it wasn’t bad. But for a normal person, she bet it sounded like a freight train. Hearing her stomach, the man quickly turned and began walking away, clearly uncomfortable. Sara huffed, making no effort to hide the fact she wasn’t happy. What was he thinking? That Sara would eat him just because there wasn’t any food yet? She was a gigantic woman, not a monster! 

Closing the hangar doors again, Sara rolled onto her back and surveyed her new living space. It wasn’t much larger than a sleeping bag, with enough room to either side of her body to spread her arms and legs a bit, but by no means was it a comfortable place. The floor was extremely uncomfortable, but at least the concrete was cool compared to the outside air. 

Sara’s train of thought was derailed by another loud rumble from her stomach. She needed something to eat immediately. Rubbing her stomach, Sara tried to think of something to keep her mind off of hunger. Suddenly, an idea popped into her mind. The hand rubbing her stomach slid further down, slowly teasing herself. Quietly exhaling, Sara felt her hunger fading away as her body desired something new. Closing her eyes, she bit her bottom lip and imagined herself back in her room. 

Sara let her fantasy consume her as she fingered herself. Back in her room, going down on Max as music played in the background. Sara lifted her hips as high as she could without hitting the hangar roof, the sound of thick drops of her juice smacking against the concrete. Her toes curled at the thought of all the different positions she could do it in. Doggy, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, maybe anal if she was feeling extra naughty. 

Suddenly, there was a pounding at the hangar door, “Miss Holland? We’ve prepared your meal!” 

Sara had to resist groaning in frustration. She’d finally managed to get her mind off of food and was too aroused to think of anything else. Slowly removing her slick fingers, she called back, “Just a moment! I’ll be right out!”

Grabbing the bed sheets and holding them over her crotch, Sara opened the doors and crawled out. Standing up to full height, she found the sun soothing against her skin. Had she been normal sized, it would’ve been the perfect day to get a tan. 

It wasn’t hard to find where her meal was being prepared. Hundreds of people were hard at work loading up enormous tarps with food. Sara salivated at the sight of it all. Walking quickly but carefully, she approached the crowd and sat down. She desperately hoped nobody would notice the smell of her sex, or why the bed sheet around her crotch was damp. Her worries were quickly drowned out by the roar of her stomach as she once again focused on the piles of food before her. 

Without wasting another second, Sara reached out and grabbed one of the tarps. Carefully cradling it up to her mouth to prevent even a crumb from falling off, Sara opened her mouth and dumped all of the food into her mouth. It tasted like…everything and nothing. All of the different flavors bombarded her taste buds, mixing together as she chewed. Swallowing her first bite of the day, Sara felt her worries ease just a bit. 

Dropping the empty tarp, she quickly grabbed a second and did the same thing. And again. And again. Each pile of food equated to barely a bite, but to Sara it was still something. She couldn’t even imagine how much food she was eating. Definitely enough to feed hundreds of men. After finishing off her meal, Sara dropped the last of the tarps and looked around for a moment to realize that was it. Her smile faded, realizing her meal had come to an end faster than she was expecting. As nice as it was, it simply wasn’t enough. She could’ve easily eaten ten times the amount of food that, mere minutes before, laid before her like a buffet. 

Looking down at the hundreds of people who had watched her devour millions of calories, Sara gave them a wave. While their efforts hadn’t nearly satiated her hunger, they’d done the best they could. And for that, she was thankful. 

“Thank you all for this! It means a ton!” She commended with a smile. 

Judging by the faces of those down below, Sara realized that she mustn’t have hidden her disappointment well. It was obvious on their little faces that she was still hungry, but it was all they had. Feeling a twinge of guilt, Sara decided to retreat back to her hangar. The sun was beating down hard, and with no sunscreen, a sunburn was the last thing she needed at her current size. 

Easing herself back inside, Sara closed the hangar doors again. The allure to masturbate crept into her mind, but she quickly waved it off. Not now, on the base, with so many people around. Even if she tried her best to be quiet, there was always the chance someone might hear her. As horny as she was, she knew better than to risk it for some quick relief. 

Locating the hangar light switch on the wall, Sara carefully used her fingernail to bathe the building in darkness. Getting as comfortable as she could, Sara closed her eyes and tried to nap.

Like most people who experience life-altering events, Sara quickly found her mind wandering. She’d gotten one meal, but what about the next? Surely the base would run out of food soon, and then what? Eat straight from the fields like a grazing cow? She tossed and turned on the unforgiving concrete floor, exhausted but unable to sleep. So many questions were running through her head that she couldn’t even keep track of them all. Some lingered, like food, others passed by before she could even worry about them. 

A knock at the hangar door broke her loop of worrying. Rolling onto her stomach and sliding open the doors, she found her father standing there. He looked like he hadn’t slept a second all night, no doubt hard at work trying to find answers to help his daughter.

“Sara?” He began.  

“Hmm? Yeah, Dad? What is it?” She asked. 

“Sorry to bother you, but there’s someone at the gate who was wondering if it would be okay if he visited. Now, while he technically doesn’t have permission to be on base, I’d be willing to make an exception. Would you like me to send him over?” 

Sara cocked her head to the side in curiosity, “Who is he?” 

“He said his name is Max. Ring any bells?” 

Sara’s heart leapt at the mere mentioning of that name. Finally, someone she could talk to about everything and just unload her stress. Opening her mouth to approve, she suddenly stopped herself. She couldn’t let Max see her in this state. She was a freak of nature, holed up like a dragon in its cave. Max would probably take one look at her and run. 

“No, tell him I’m not in the mood for any visitors today,” Sara replied, abruptly pulling the hangar doors shut. 

Alone again, Sara felt a wave of sadness washing over her like a crashing wave. She hated herself. She was cursed. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to be in her room, listening to music as she daydreamed about her and Max. A single, giant tear ran down her check, dropping to the floor with a heavy splash. Slamming her eyes shut, Sara hugged her arms close to her chest as she broke down, the sounds of her sobbing carrying across the base.