Chapter 3

8 with a DD: She couldn’t help but grow herself a little, and can you blame her? She’s surrounded by bus-sized busts!

-Jackie Jonesberg: Supersized Southerner30 Feet tall, recently grown to assuage her jealousy and go nip to nip against her bookish bestie.

-Katherine 'Kat' Hunt: Bookish Bestie

Satisfied with 30 feet... for now. Speaking of feet: she’s pretty sure no one around has shoes in her size... 

-Giantesses in the wild

-Apple RileyA Mini giantess at 15 feet, she’s young, perky, and excited to cause some trouble. Catch her if you can, coppers!

-Karen Abermann20 foot apartment owner and failed SJW who really puts the ‘land’ in landlady. She only learned recently that she’s a gusher!

A veil of awkwardness fell over the room, followed by a pair of pretty lips turning up into a nervous smile.

“I knew you had a dark sense of humor, Gail, but this is some next level fucked up shit,” Bridgette snorted. “Still, even after all this time, people aren’t willing to joke about what happened to me... not gonna lie, it’s kind of cool.” The goth’s demeanor didn’t change, and the redhead’s smile disappeared once more.

“Oh shit, you’re serious. You really do think there’s something you can do... ” Gail spoke slowly as she raised her hand, “Like I said, no guarantees, but that’s my end game here. You’ve always been straight with me and you deserve the whole truth upfront. Speaking of which, I’ll explain why I think I can help if you have some time.”

The wheelchair ridden girl was torn between curiosity and a distant yet ever present bitterness that rose up from within her. It must have showed on her features, because Gail chimed in quickly.

“I swear to you, Bridge, I wouldn’t do this just to torture you. I know how much shit you’ve been through, just... hear me out?” The redhead took a deep breath and nodded once, “Yeah... okay, shoot. I’m listening.”

For the first time since she’d gained her powers, Gail spilled her guts. She told Bridgette everything as she gestured excitedly, and the girl’s face shifted from confusion, to amusement, to unadulterated incredulity.

“...and that leads me here, to you. I was thinking, I mean, I’m not sure, but if you were willing... ” “You think your... giant powers or whatever, can make me walk again?” Bridgette raised a brow. Gail took a deep breath. I have to tell her the truth... I’ll fuck around with strangers, but she deserves a choice...  “It’s a gamble, but I wanted to offer. I know you’ve been unhappy with the shitty hand you’ve been dealt, and they’ve tried everything, but... that’s just everything on this planet.” The redhead went quiet before making dead-on eye contact with her older gaming friend, “You know how ridiculous this sounds, right?”

“I do, yeah.”

“You know I have every reason to think you’re fucking crazy and to kick you out of my house and call the cops?”

“Uh, seems a bit extreme yet warranted, but yeah.”

More silence ensued before it was followed up with a scathing, narrow eyed stare.

“Do you have proof for any of this? I mean, I see the purple eyes, cool contacts, by the way, but that’s not really concrete evidence, is it?”

Gail chuckled, “No, I guess not. Come to think of it, my dumb ass hasn’t even taken pictures of my girls, though I’m pretty sure my portrait mode isn’t nearly ‘portraity’ enough.”

Gail grinned, but Bridgette wasn’t smiling.

“Oh, but hang on!” Gail stood suddenly and held out her finger, “I’ve got it! Here, lemme show you myself... ” Before the crippled gamer could protest, the goth reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. Her much too small, cheap laced bra barely held in her newly grown breasts.

“G-Gail! What the fuck are you doing?!” A blush as deeply crimson as the cherry red keys on Bridgette’s RGB keyboard danced up to her cheeks.

“Showing you proof. I’ve already grown myself a tad, and I admit, I’m still learning to control it, but what the fuck? What’s another inch or so?”

Too shocked to reply and too curious to stop her, Bridgette covered her mouth as Gail placed her index just over her own deep cleavage.

“Just a bit... a teensy, tiny... ahnnfuck... ”

"Ahh... " The gamer girl's mouth fell open as her hand dropped. "Mmm... f-fuck it's so warm... " Gail groaned as her breasts swelled ever so slightly. "I s-swear, Bridge, it doesn't hurt... actually it f-feels... ngh!" Bridgette couldn't even breath as she watched her online bestie become more breasty. Gail's bra straps stretched along with the thin material, and the goth's hardening nipples could be seen straining against the fabric as she sighed heavily.

The entire ordeal only lasted a few seconds, but by the time Gail's finger stopped glowing, Bridgette was pale.

"Ah fuck... " Gail giggled under her breath as she looked herself over. "I did it! I grew my tits and nothing else really! Well... " she poked her sides and smirked, "I mean, I guess the muffin top hasta grow a little, too, but god damn, I... " "Holy. Fucking. Shit grenades!" Bridgette finally broke out of her trance and leaned forward, her eyes as wide as mousepads. "You... it's... I mean... are you faking me out right now?!"

Instead of replying, Gail grinned ear to ear and stepped forward, grabbing the girl's dainty wrist and slapping her hand down on her right tit.

"Feel for yourself!"

The redhead practically melted into a puddle right there in her wheelchair. "Guhhh... ah... G-Gail!"

Herc face grew redder, but her fingers dug harder as she squeezed. That was when Gail knew.

I've hooked her... 

For a few feverish seconds, Bridgette groped her friend. A vengeful cocktail of loneliness, suicidal anger and confused desperation overtook her senses: even Gail was a bit taken back by the agonized hunger she saw in her friend's eyes. "Fuckin' christo, Gail! How is this even possible! This god damn rack is amazing! So fucking soft and warm and... " The redhead pulled her hand away suddenly, like she'd just been digging around in a fire. All of her reason returned within a moment, and she swallowed hard as her voice became hollow. "You think... you think it could help me?"

The dark haired woman's smarmy grin fled as she nodded, "Like I said, I don't know for sure. All I know is that it made my girls fuckin' bullet proof. I don't have to blow you up, but... " "No... " Bridgette shook her head emphatically as her breath caught, "I don't care how big you have to make me, Gail. Ten feet. Fifty. A hundred. If it gets me walking again, I don't care if my head is literally in the clouds!"

"You're sure?" Gail crossed her arms over her now more than overflowing victoria's secret knockoff and asked seriously.

"Yes. I've never been more sure about anything in my life. There's nothing to think about: if it kills me, then so be it... I feel like I'm as good as dead anyway... " The goth nodded soberly before looking down at her permanently seated friend. "Do you need to prepare, or... " "No. Please, Gail, do it. Do it now... I'm ready."

Wow, she's tougher than I thought.

Gail couldn't help but admire as she took a deep breath and held out her hands.

"Um, I should probably warn you: the side effects so far have been, uh... " "Gail, my pussy is already soaked," the redhead whimpered as her strong front cracked a bit. "I haven't had sex in years... touching your boobs almost gave me a heartattack-gasm. Please... don't make me beg." The goth felt her nethers tingle with excitement as she leaned forward and whispered, "Bridges, baby, once we get started, all you'll be able to do is beg... "

Gail started off slow, placing her hands on her friend’s shoulders and summoning the smallest bit of her power. It leapt into her hands more easily than before, glowing with limitless potential as Bridgette closed her eyes.

“H-how do I know when it’s working?” The redhead whispered nervously, “Is it like... ” her eyes opened suddenly as she gasped, “Oh... fuck... ” Gail growled sensually under her breath and grinned, whispering back, “Oh fuck, indeed... ” The goth’s power trickled in: she could feel its flow almost measurably, like a water valve that was turned just enough to let a few drops in. Bridgette squirmed, her bare feet brushing against the expensive carpet, her body beginning to tremble.

“G-gail... Gail what is this?” Tears started to stream down the girl’s face as she whimpered helplessly, “It feels so good... too good. I’m s-scared... ” Gail leaned forward and kissed her friend suddenly, startling her a bit before she pulled back and smiled, “Don’t be scared, be pleasured. Let yourself feel everything, Bridges... just let go... ” It was Gail’s turn to be startled then, because the allegedly frail redhead grabbed the goth’s bra and pulled her forward roughly.

“Mmph!”

Partially straddled and half leaning in the most awkward position, Gail felt her overly excited friend’s tongue slip into her mouth. At the same time, the girl’s hands slipped beneath the cups of the bra, and the goth groaned as both of her freshly fertilized knockers were artlessly groped.

Gail’s hands glowed more brightly for half a second, but a sudden flash of realization hit her as her eyes shot open.

Fuck! I have to stay in control! I don’t know what this’ll do to her, I...  But it was too late.

Bridgette threw her head back, leaving her tongue extended as she exited Gail’s mouth and entered an impossible dimension of sensation.

“Yes... gawd fuck! Yes! G-Gailllll!”

The goth stepped back as the girl’s arms and legs swelled noticeably. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that was long enough to be a dress, and two hard points immediately marked the location of her virtually non-existent breasts.

“Nuuu... s-shit! What... no! Yes! Fucking hell!” The waifish girl grabbed the wheels of her portable prison, clutching them with white-knuckled fervency as she shook her head. “My arms... my tits! J-just the fabric on them is... gahaaa!”

Ah fuck... I fucked it up... oops... 

Gail’s thoughts were somewhat cavalier as she licked her lips. Even so, she wanted this... she's loving it. We'll see if...  Gail saw it then: slight yet unmistakable as she focused her attention toward the floor. "Bridge! You... you moved your big toe!"

Even the searing pleasure wasn't enough to combat the girl's excitement as she squealed. "Yes! I can f-feel it! A t-tiny bit! Please! More! Gail, for fuck's sake, give me MORE!"

The big red button that controlled Gail's dom space was pounded down so hard that the woman actually growled.

"Don't talk to me that way, you little brat!" Her tone was firm, but she was all smiles as she stepped around to the girl's backside and kissed her neck.

"Now, you listen to me, you pint sized, handicapped whore... " Gail reached down and found the hard, hot spots of the girl's nipples through her shirt. She pinched them roughly, and Bridgette yelped.

"This isn't global strike 9: you can't just bark orders at me through a headset and think I'm gonna do whatever you say. This isn't a game: you're not the team leader and I'm the one in charge right now. Do you understand?"

The seat of the wheelchair creaked as the wet spot blossoming against Bridge's panties began to leak down onto it. "Y-yes! I'm s-sorry! You're the boss! I'm the b-bitch! It's just... dohhhfuck, I'm... my legs!"

From her vantage point, Gail could finally see the growth. The redhead's body was growing at a much slower rate than any of the others, even with the unintentional burst.

Is it healing her before it grows her? If so, that's fucking amazing, but...  Unable to contain her excitement, Gail tugged her friend's nipples and licked the side of her neck.

"Haaashit I'm c-cumming!!"

The wet spot on Bridge's panties turned into small puddle as Gail's fingers began to glow once more.

"Again, pretty bitch!" The goth growled in her ear, pulling and pinching her nipples harder, "Mistress orders you to cum again!"

"Hahhhhgawdddd!" Bridgette spasmed as her climaxes stacked, slamming against her mind in a head-on collision of surrender and surrealism.

Gail shuddered as her own arousal threatened to overtake her, but she kept her reins on it and continued to pour her mysterious power into the girl, using her nipples as pinpoint conductors.

Bridgette bit her lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood as she seized, "I c-can't stop c-cum... " Her cries trailed off as her right leg jolted.

Both women stopped what they were doing and stared in awe.

"Did you just... "

"I think I did... " Bridgette whispered through hot tears, "I moved my leg. It's not enough, though... I need more. Gail, please... make me as big as you have to, until I can walk again... " The goth nibbled her friend's neck, causing her to moan anew, "I'm not sure you'll ever be able to turn back." Bridgette shoved both of her hands into her wet panties as an inexhaustible horniness overtook her, "I don't want to. Grow me. Bigger. I wanna be fucking huge... "

-11 minutes and 5 climaxes later

Bridgette's previously slender thighs strained against the sides of the chair as a literal flood of sex fluid dripped down onto the floor.

"Next toe... wiggle it, bitch... wiggle it and I'll give you more... " The redhead tasted her perpetual stream of tears as she raised her foot ever so slightly. From a size 5 to a size 10, she wiggled her toe as ordered and even managed to twist her ankle a bit.

"Gail... I can't w-wait anymore... this is torture! Please... ahaa!"

The goth, still standing behind her now not so petite friend, squeezed the C cup in her hand and chuckled darkly.

"You want to shoot up... don't you?"

More weeping, "M-more than anything. It's so... s-slow. It's t-trying to fill me, b-but... " The growing girl trailed off with a shudder as Gail furrowed her brow.

So she can feel it on some level? Is her body rejecting it? No... she's definitely growing: she's at least 2 feet taller! It's kinda hard to tell when she's stuck in this chair. Maybe it's time to hit the burners...  It had only been ten minutes or so, but to both women, it felt like a small eternity.

Edging and teasing her is one thing, but this is starting to get ridiculous, The goth mused as she came around to the front and stroked Bridgette's chin.

"I'm not doing this on purpose, Bridge... not really. I'm not sure what's happening: it's like your body is hitting a speed bump or something. Maybe... " "I need more," Bridgette spoke suddenly yet quietly, in odd contrast to her recent, lust-clouded behavior. "I can f-feel it trying, G-g... m... mistress... " The ex ballerina frowned, as if she were confused by the word she'd chosen to address her online friend. "Shove it in me. As much as you can... all at once. I can't stand it!" She whimpered finally as a huge tear rolled down her face. "It's just making me cum and cum but it's not enough to fix me!"

Gail straightened and took a deep breath, her cleavage straining against her bra as she nodded once. "Okay. I'm going to try to juice you as hard as I can. I've never consciously done it, but we're too far in to stop now. Before that though... " The goth grabbed the girl's shirt hem and lifted it, pulling it off the redhead, who protested slightly. A fresh prickle of excitement stabbed her groin as Gail's gaze fell to Bridge's perfectly pinkish, hard as hell nipples.

Bridgette herself looked down at her breasts and gasped, "Holy shit... they're huge!"

The goth snorted as she tossed the baggy t-shirt aside and leaned down.

"Oh honey... not yet they're not."

Closing her eyes, Gail groaned as she shoved Bridgette's left tit in her mouth. The redhead moaned as the goth closed her lips and began to suckle, her pussy flaring from the flavor.

Let's fucking do this! Was one of the last reasonable thoughts that filled Gail's mind as she set both hands up the girl's chest.

"Nnnn... fffff... .oh god... oh f-fuck... " Bridgette glanced down at the mightily glowing hands clutching her boobs; the purple aura getting brighter and brighter until it was almost difficult to look at.

"Awwww shittttttt!"

Gail's eyes shot open, as the nipple her lips were wrapped around began to swell...  "NAHHHHHH!"

The accursed wheels of the chair held out for a few seconds before one of the spokes bent. A screw popped, a bolt snapped, then the little ballerina exploded.

"Hrmmmphgggggg!!"

Thumb-sized, two-knuckled, then fist-sized, Gail pulled back as the nipple filled her mouth to suffocation. Bridgette fell backwards as the chair collapsed, the other wheel rolling away with a desperate wobble before it hit the wall and fell flat.

"Gaooooofuckkkk!"

Gail held on to the nipple she had been sucking only moments before: it expanded in her grip as she fell face forward into a hot, ever widening cleavage.

The redhead thrashed and screamed, one of her arms obliterating her gaming station as it extended several feet within a few seconds.

"YESSSSS!"

All Gail could do was hold on.

Arms pressed against the wall: 15, 16, 17 feet, the growth matched nearly every second as Bridgette kicked her legs.

"I can feel them! I can fucking feel them! I... anhf!"

The rapidly growing girl hit her head on the ceiling as she grimaced and reached under her ass. Her panties had been decimated, and as she wiggled her ass, the entire mansion shook.

"God damn fucking wheel chair! Fuck you, mother fucker! Stupid motherfucking piece of shit!"

"B-Bridge!" Gail finally cried out as she bounced with a hard shift.

But Bridgette didn't hear her.

"God, shit I need to cum... " fresh tears streamed down the still growing girl's face. "Fuck this chair... fuck this stupid chair... YES!"

Even while she filled the room, the redhead spread her legs and dragged the busted wheel chair to her aching pussy. She gritted her teeth as she slid one of the handles into her expanding slit and threw her head back.

"FUCK YEAHHH!"

The door was thrown open suddenly, and Gail heard a piercing shriek.

Oh... that must be the maid who saw me in... Gail thought somewhere in her consciousness.

Indeed it was, but what the maid saw she didn't believe. The young, pure, poor, handicapped daughter of her lifelong employers, fucking herself stupid with her own wheelchair and getting bigger by the second...  "I'M CUMMING!!" The maid launched herself backwards as a toe nearly the size of her entire body pushed through the doorway. Then the wall facing the outside collapsed, and Gail shielded herself from a downpour of debris, deeply nestled in the trenches of avarice.

--

A smile as wide as a four door sedan unfurled silently beneath gently flaring nostrils. Jackie was dreaming, and what a lovely dream it was...  “Hrmm... yes Mistress... bigger... I wanna fuck the moon... ” Spooning the spicy super-southerner, Kat groaned softly as a similar dream played out in the theater of her mind.

“Anything for you, my Mistress. I can’t... oh... I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that... ” Curled up in one of many backroad clearings, the two giantesses muttered and dozed happily, patiently awaiting the return of their bossy benefactor. All was still in the light of the half-moon, but Katherine sensed the distant disturbance first.

“Hnn... huh?”

Stunning hazel eyes as big as windows slid open as the 30 foot tall bookworm sat up.

“Jackie... ” Kat tapped her fellow giantess’ shoulder and hissed, “Jackie wake up!”

“Humm? Unfff... ” Jackie’s tits, once again bigger than her friends’ mooshed against her arm with bounce-house physics as she shifted. "Is Mistress Gail back?"

"I don't know, but something is coming," Kat rose to a sitting position and hugged her knees, ” Can't you feel the ground moving? It's getting closer... " Jackie grunted and sat up slowly, "Darlin', there is nothing on green Earth that's bigger than we are. Well, maybe like a whale or something... " she rubbed her eyes and yawned, "The point is: what could you possibly be afraid of?"

Before Kat could answer, the ground rumbled, too noticeable even for the southerner to ignore.

They exchanged a look and stood, displacing a few small trees and barely hearing the crunch of dead foliage below as they faced an approaching shadow.

"What the... "

"Jiminy fuckin' Christmas... "

Veiled by the backdrop of the moon, both giantesses looked up as the massive yet slender figure leapt forward, did a full pirouette mid air, then came crashing down, causing the earth beneath to shudder and crack. "Hello ladies! Got room for one more in your mile high club?" Dumbfounded, both Kat and Jackie's mouth fell open as the 50 foot redhead lowered her cupped hands and opened them.

"Hi darlings! I brought you a new friend!" Wearing jeans and no shirt, falling out of her bra, the goth grinned and waved as she leaned against a pillar-sized thumb.

-9 AM"Ugh... I feel like I stayed up all night drinking... " Gail muttered to herself as she finished her water bottle bath and tousled a rumpled towel over her face. Topless, her expanded tits wobbled as she shook out her hair. Her nipples hardened from a sudden breeze, and she giggled as she remembered the night before.

"At least I know I'm not the only one into nipple play... " Closed eyes and a quick thought caused the goth's loins to flare.

"Fuck... s-suck! S-suck harder! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna... twenty three!!"

Bridgette hadn't wasted any time getting to know her fellow giantesses, and for some reason, much to the goth's delight, she'd been keeping track of her climaxes and announcing them.

Shortly after introductions had been made, Kat and Jackie were clambering over the girl, snapping her Gail-sized pink nipples between their lips as they stood on tippy-toes.

"Hnnn shit... " Gail inhaled slowly as she remembered how she knew that her gamer friend's nips were roughly the same size as her body. "God fuck... I can't be getting horny again, already, I've barely recovered... " "T-twenty four, Mistress! You're making me cum again!!"

The three giantesses had doted on their Master, Katherine undressing her delicately before holding her up to Bridgette's nipple.

"You're the sexiest little barbie I've ever seen!" Kat giggled as Gail grabbed hold of as much of the pink flesh as she could and rolled her eyes.

It went on for hours: the large ladies seemed more interested in getting Gail off than themselves. Bridgette however, was so wound up that even an extra long make out session with Kat was enough to make her water the ground with a torrent of leaking pussy juice.

"And those tongues... " Gail shuddered, her nipples hardening further as the fresh memory became more vivid.

"C'mon you pretty ballerina bitch! Make Mistress cum again! Taste that sweet cunny!"

Bridgette was down on all fours, her colossal ass towering over a good number of trees as she lolled her tongue out. Jacky was holding Gail up to the 50 footers' hungry, wet tip, and all the goth could do was writhe and moan as she experienced a near full body cunnilingus.

"Oh but... fuck, I almost forgot about that... " Gail opened her eyes suddenly as the next memory jostled into her replay. "What the fuck was that?"

Sometime near sunrise, Katherine, Jackie and Bridgette decided to assault their Mistress with every heavy weapon at their disposal.

"Put her in like that! Mhm... now you shift that way, Kat, and slide... yeah!"

Once again, Gail found herself surrounded by an ocean of heat and softness. Laying side by side at a turned up angle, Kat and Jackie had created a literal wall with their tits. Nestled between them, Gail remembered staring up into the soft-orange sky of the new day while the roof was lowered.

The roof off Bridgette's king-sized bosoms.

Engulfed in searing warmth, Gail closed her eyes and relaxed entirely, giving herself completely over to the sensory overload. The seal was so complete that almost no light was filtering in, and the excited giggles of her oversexed charge echoed through the mounds of flesh.

"Oh my God! She's loving it!"

"Are you okay in there, Mistress? Are we going too fast?

"No way! She wants us to go faster! Can't you feel it?!

The living walls surrounding the excess loving lesbian moaned as she rolled about with almost ragdoll movements. It was like being encased inside of a trampoline, only every surface was beyond cushioned and heavy with a pervasively sweet female scent.

Oh god... Gail's mind raced as her wanton cries filled the heavenly space.

I'm gonna cum from this... I can't believe it. What is this... no way...  Something was building inside of her as she pinball bounced from soft to soft: something untameable.

It's not just my pussy... my whole body... holy fuck... what... what...  Gail clenched her fists and gasped as she pulled out of the memory. Even recalling it sent a shiver down her spine, and she shook her head as she pulled her shirt back on.

"I should head back. We've probably stayed in these woods too long... " Almost on queue, she heard a distant yet unmistakable wop wop wop in the distance.

"Oh shit!"

Gail jumped into her sneakers, which were a bit on the tight side, then hightailed it in the direction she'd left her girls.

-10 minutes later-Huffing and puffing, the chesty, purple eyed woman made it to the clearing just in time to see a police helicopter hovering overhead.

"God dammit... " Gail grimaced and was about to say something smart, but she noticed Jackie waving energetically.

"Jackie!" The goth prepared to deliver a scathing reprimand, then she laughed boisterously as she realized. "Oh shit, what the hell: what are they gonna do other than give away our location?"

Katherine, who was acting a bit more shy than her friend, seemed to notice Gail as she stepped into the clearing.

"Need up?"

"If you would, baby."

Katherine lowered herself and offered her palm, and the Goth stepped right up into the dynamic elevator.

Meanwhile, Bridgette was wincing at the chopper and staring intently, and Gail tapped Katherine, urging her to lift her closer to the redhead.

"What's so fascinating, Bridge?!" The Mistress shouted, mostly to make sure she was heard.

"That guy up there... " Bridgette replied calmly. "He's the chief of police in my bougie ass city. He definitely recognizes me... there's no way he wouldn't."

"You can see that far?!" Gail bellowed in surprise.

"I think we all can," Kat chimed in, though she wore a look of concern.

Fuck, do they get like super senses, too?

Jackie finished her chorus of waves and bounded over. "Do you think they'll put us on the news?"

Gail broke out of her thoughts, "I doubt it. Most likely, they'll send a posse after us. They probably think I brainwashed and mutated all of you... " Bridgette furrowed her brow and surged forward suddenly, leaving a deep rut in the soil where her heel had been.

"Bridge! What... "

Gail shouted, but went quiet as she watched her 50 foot gamer friend alight up on one foot and fall into a graceful form. The whirring of the chopper took a back seat to the cacophony of Bridgette's bare toes digging into the dirt. With all the elegance of a swan, she lifted her arms over her head and performed several perfect fouetté. "Wow!"

"Bravo!"

Kat and Jackie clapped and cheered, and Gail covered her ears as she grinned.

Bridgette stopped and curtsied with an imaginary tutu, her curves still jiggling as she glared up at the chopper and held up a very stately middle finger.

To everyone's surprise, the chopper turned and flew off.

"Coward," Bridgette snorted and turned back to her entourage, "How'd I do? It's been awhile." Gail finally clapped along with the others, but her smile was quickly replaced with a stoic frown. "We need to get moving... now."

-Noonish: A few hundred miles away at a government seized airfield

"Hey, special clearance is required beyond this point!" Marle sighed and looked up at the overly eager, twenty something female agent standing in front of the door.

"You're really gonna make me pull out my ID, aren't you?" The young agent's eyes narrowed.

"Fine... here you go." Marle produced her badge and ID with a dash of sarcastic flare.

"Marle Hughs... " the young woman's eyes lit up. "Oh my God! You're Agent Hughs?!"

Hoo boy, here we go, "Yes, that's me."

"Is it true that you fought off an entire cemetery of zombies?"

"They were really slow, but yeah."

"Whoa! And did a ghost really try to have sex with you?"

"Tried and succeeded, yes."

The agent's eyes went wide, "And the slime monster... " "Hey, that one's still classified," Marle snagged her ID back and snorted. "If you don't mind, I'd like to get through now... kind of on a tight schedule."

The agent nearly stammered as she stepped aside, "Of course, sorry, Agent Hughs."

Marle stepped through the entryway and could practically feel the agent's gaze on her back. She sighed and smiled begrudgingly as she turned.

 "Alright, one more question, okay?"

The agent laughed, "Alright, okay, I'm sorry! Yes... um... " she bit her lower lip, "I know you can't tell me what's beyond here, but... how bad is it?" Marle considered the question for a long moment. "To be honest with you, I don't really think of anything in terms of good and bad. That kind of basic definition only works in movies. This one in particular... well, it could be either."

"Is it dangerous?"

Marle's poker face was unshakable as she turned and walked into the building, "I've already said too much. Have a nice day, agent." Yeah it's dangerous... dangerously horny... 

 Marle made her way down the large, makeshift corridor into an enormous, converted hangar. A massive steel pen sat in the middle, reinforced many times over with various composite materials. Inside laid a curled, 20 foot woman who was sleeping peacefully, her sweeping hips and ass rising and falling with slow breaths. Around the pen, an array of equipment was set up, and mousie woman in a lab coat turned as Marle approached.

"Well, if it isn't the legend herself," the researcher, for that was what she obviously was, given her frazzled hair and lab coat, grinned.

"Alisha," Marle gave the woman a cursory nod. "Are you having fun?"

The woman giggled and snorted, "Rhetorical or actual?"

"Both."

"Then yes... to both," Alisha smirked and returned to a laptop she'd been tapping away at. "Honestly, when I first got the call, I was surprised that it was even human.

"Well, you know, they can't all be parasitic alien monsters," Marle rolled her eyes and laughed.

The flighty, insomnia ridden scientist, Alisha Robbins, had been assigned almost exclusively to Agent Hughs for nearly five years. The woman had transferred specifically from a top secret military research base to follow Marle on her adventures. Needless to say, her research notes were chock full of things the average person could only read about in conspiracy tabloids, but that didn't stop her from looking up at the giant woman with appreciation.

"You do realize you brought me a literal Karen: she's already complained about the lack of entertainment around here. I swear, she's going to ask to talk to the manager next."

Marle frowned, "Has she tried to break out?"

"Oh no, not at all. I've been keeping her well stimulated. Since I got her hooked up, she's had 67 climaxes, in and out of consciousness."

Marle blinked, "How in Zeus's bogus-ass name did you do that? I burned ten thousand calories giving her three climaxes."

"Electrostimulation, baby," Alisha tapped a big black box sitting by her feet and took up a tiny electrode. "A few hundred of these suckers are hooked up to her lady bits and some key erogenous zones. I've had to modify the output to usually lethal amounts, but she's been having a good time."

Marle nodded slowly and took a hike around the pen. Coming up around to Karen's front, she could see that the huge woman was smiling in her slumber. Her areola and chest were covered in tiny white electrodes, but they almost looked like freckles in contrast.

"I'll be damned... "

The special happenings agent made her way back to Alisha and scratched her head. "So what are we dealing with here? Can you give me the quick version?" "What? You don't want to read my... " Alisha looked at the laptop screen, "Nearly 70 pages of thorough notes?" "I'd rather eat my shoe, thanks."

"Suit yourself." Alicia giggled once more. "Well, let's see... this big lady here is electricity resistant to hell and back: if I had to guess, it'd take well over a million volts and tens of thousands of amps just to make her uncomfortable. She's also fire resistant, corrosive resistant, and practically bulletproof, even against something like an anti-tank round."

"I see," Marle was stone faced. "What can you tell me about her biology?"

"Not much, and also a lot," Alisha sniffed. My team and I tried to get some tissue samples: nope. Nothing we have can cut or puncture her, but somehow her skin is still as soft as a baby's boom box."

"What about salival samples?"

"Got em': It's human... nothing more. There are a few lowered levels of amino acids, but we'll need more time to gather anything useful.

"Hmm. What about the ol' tried and true so... "

"Tried it," Alisha cut her off with a chuckle. "We stuck a camera up her rump: it's as clean and pure as a monk dipped in saline solution. She did seem to enjoy it enough to climax, though, so good for her." The niche FBI agent furrowed her brow, "Wait, you're telling me that with all this mass, and that giant stomach, she... " "She hasn't eaten anything since she arrived. No food means no waste, which is just as well... for obvious reasons," Alisha inserted herself once more as she glanced over at the sleeping giant for probably the third time. "Whatever she's running on, it's not calories. She's fine from what we can tell: heart's beating, respiration is solid, but her metabolism is burning a type of fuel we've never encountered. It doesn't make any sense, from a biological standpoint, but... " "We're used to things not making sense, aren't we?" Marle took a deep breath and offered her colleague a humorless smile. "You right, you right," Alisha smirked. "In any case, we... " Marle's phone buzzed just then, and she looked down with almost olympian speed.

"Ah shit... sorry Ally, looks like we got another one. I gotta go."

"Another? Already?" The researcher pouted her lips, "That girl is working fast! What's the over under on the size? Is it as big as horny ol' Karen, here?"

"I'm not sure, I'm getting more info as we speak... " Marle coughed, "Ah... of course. It's likely that this one is twice as big as Karen... " Alisha laughed, "Oh yeah, why wouldn't she be? Enjoy your hunt, Marle. Let me know if you need anything in the... " "That thing we talked about," Marle started to walk away, but spoke over her shoulder, "Is it finished?"

"It's been twelve hours: yeesh," Alisha snorted, but the smile remained. "It's almost done. Look, I might be a mad scientist with three degrees, an almost unlimited budget, and years of experience combating supernatural threats, but I'm not a miracle worker. Give me at least two more days."

"Twenty four hours."

Alisha frowned and cleared her throat.

"Ugh... " Marle turned on her heel and raised a brow, "30 hours and I'll get you some more of that ridiculously expensive coffee you like."

"Two pounds?"

"Three if you can get it done sooner."

"Deal!"

-More Middle of Nowhere: 2:17 PM

"I would kill somebody for a cold beer."

"I doubt you could get anyone to deliver you one all the way out here."

"I've got no reception, anyway. Actually, even that doesn't matter: my phone is dead."

Gail sat atop the smooth mast of Bridgette's shoulder, using her red locks and nape as a surprisingly secure seat. Sitting so close to the ballerina's ear, they could converse normally enough, but at that moment, all Gail could think about was drinking instead of talking.

"How long have you been doing this, Mistress?" Bridgette's booming yet gently voice carried in the cool breeze.

"It's only been a few days, but it feels like a small eternity... " Jackie sidled up to the odd pair and shouted quietly upward, "Hey, Mistress! Where are we going?!"

Ugh, yeah... there it is... 

It was a question the superpowered woman had been dreading. I have no fucking clue, "Bridge, can you set me on Jackie?" "Rodger! Oh... oops... " Gail covered her ears and laughed as she was passed down. I'm really gonna have to work on getting them to talk quieter...  Once she'd alighted upon the cowgirl, Gail situated herself spoke into Jackie's ear, "I have a plan, we just need to find a town. It's gonna be tricky to find a place for you guys to hide, but... " "Pfft. Why do we even have to hide?"

Because it's too soon to go public. Don't worry, you crazy slut, you'll get your chance to cut loose," Gail chuckled.

"Mistress... " Katherine stepped up to Jackie and leaned in. "Jackie and I have been thinking... aren't you tired of dry camping? Somehow, we don't need to eat, but you've gotta be missing your amenities, and you can't live on granola bars forever."

"It's like you read my mind, Kat!" Gail smiled as she raised her voice.

"Oh, haha... " Katherine grinned. "You don't have to shout. I can hear you pretty well even when you're on the ground."

"Whoa... really?"

Just how connected are we?

Gail suddenly remembered her morning fantasy. Her mind went back to the incredibly surreal 'boobgasm' but she was still very much confused about the details.

"Say, Kat. When we were fooling around last night and you all had me swimming in your tits... what happened?"

Katherine blushed as her feet trampled the edge of a corn field, "Well, um... our boobs started glowing. Your purple light started shining through our skin... it started off dull, but then it got crazy bright."

"Yeah," Jackie chimed in. "The more you glowed, the better it felt! You sorta exploded when you came, and we all... " Jackie coughed and sighed.

"We came so hard, Mistress," Katherine's blush deepened. "I thought I was gonna die climaxing."

In the haze of her post-orgasm, Gail had seen the aftermath. When she climaxed, all she could feel was heat. Her girls pulled away suddenly and she nearly fell a short distance, but Katherine scooped her up and set her down before rolling backwards.

They were going nuts...  Gail recalled with equal amounts of awe and excitement.

"Nooo! Fuck! M-mistress! No m-more!"

"P-please! I can't!"

D-dahhh! Gnnn! Shitttt!"

All three giantesses writhed and spasmed as they curled up and climaxed almost endlessly.

There's still so much about this power I don't know... what the hell was that?

"Hey guys! We'd better try to move over!"

Gail broke out of her thoughts as she looked down and realized they were trampling through a nearly harvestable cornfield. Far to her left, the figure of a man on a tractor could be seen waving his arms and shouting.

"Aw shit... yeah... sorry about your corn, bro... "

-Out there, but not totally rural Midwestern town: 6:52 PM

"Oh god... "

Ulp... ulp... ulp... 

"Ahhh! That's the shit!"

Gail slammed down her chugged beer bottle and took a moment to enjoy the boozy goodness trickling down her throat. "What a day... they all are these days... " The thirsty Goth had stumbled upon a halfway decent looking town early in the afternoon, but it had taken her quite a while longer to find a suitable place to hide her giantesses. Luckily, Katherine spotted what appeared to be an unused hangar (ironically, given the place Karen was staying). Fairly sure no one was around, Gail stashed her girls and headed into town. During their trek, she'd gotten a chance to catch up with Bridgette, and the redhead had assured her that she could come up with almost any amount of capital... after what was sure to be an emotional phone call.

"I'm telling you, once they see me dancing again, they won't care how big I am. They'll do everything they can to help me... probably... " "But for that to happen, I gotta charge my fuckin' phone," Gail looked down at the dead screen before orderimg another beer. "But first things first... " The plan was simple: have a few drinks, stay the night, then visit a nearby realtor in the morning. Everything was going better than could be expected, but of course, Gail always found herself dealing with something interesting...  SLAM!

"Stephen! Where the fuck is he?!"

Gail stared ahead at the dingy mirror at the back of the bar as an angry woman slammed the door and growled.

Oh hello, Dolly!

The bartender, a balding forty something, looked up at the woman charging the bar like a man considering an oncoming rhino. “Whoa, Aanya, hey now! Take is easy... calm down.”

Hmm...  an angry dolly... 

Gail witnessed the bar drama unfold with a well practiced side-eyed glance. She’d ordered two long necks, and though she’d made quick work of the first, she planned to nurse the second. “Calm down? Calm down?! How the fuck am I supposed to do that when my entire life savings has been stolen, Stephen?! If you know where he is, then... ” “Aanya, please, for the love of god!” Stephen hissed as he looked around. “I’m trying to run a business here, can you please... ” BISH! Aanya slammed her fists down onto the bar, and Gail giggled inwardly as her empty beer bottle jolted.

I was not expecting this kind of entertainment tonight!

“Oh yeah?” Aanya growled. “I was trying to run a business, too, before all you cocksucking mysongniysts decided to push me out!”

“I didn’t have anything to do with that!” Stephen hissed once more, his attempted whisper traveling sharply to all dozen or so patrons, most of whom were openly watching the spectacle. “Sit down, Aanya. I’ll get you a drink, on the house. Let’s talk about this... in the back?”

“Hell no!” Aanya lowered her voice, but her tone was still laced with venom. “We’re talking about this here and now: it’s not like any of these people don’t know what happened, or who supposedly owns this town. I’m not following you into the back so you can shiv me and shut me up... ” “Christ in a coffin, Aanya... ” Stephen shook his head and laughed humorlessly, “Are you hearing yourself right now? I don’t even know what a shiv looks like. Look... sit down, drink a beer, and I’ll tell you what I know, okay?”

Gail couldn’t make out the worked up woman’s expression, but she could practically feel her incredulousness.

“Hey,” Stephen pressed, “I don’t like the guy any more than you do, okay? You think he doesn’t come around and squeeze me? Him and his buddies don’t even pay for their drinks. He’s not my friend, Aanya, and I don’t know where he is, but I’ll try to help... ” “Fine,” the woman yanked out the stool in front of her and slammed her jeans down onto it, “Something draft, though... stout?”

“It’s a porter,” Stephen grabbed a glass and headed to the tap.

“Whatever... ”

The atmosphere was still heavy, but the patrons relaxed as the mood shifted. Gail was a good six or seven stools away, so she risked a glance at the brooding woman as the bartender slid a dark draft to her. Wha... god fuck, she’s like a sports illustrated model! Tight white shirt, tight torn jeans, and toned enough to tune a piano, Aanya had the face of a model and the body of a fitness instructor. Her features, while a bit sharp, were accentuated by her naturally dark skin tone.

She looks Indian... third generation, probably. God that hair... I wish I had hair that good! Look at those arms: she could crush my head like a coconut!

Gail’s eyes trailed downward.

And she’s caked up to hell and back! What the hell is a woman like that doing in a town like this?

The goth found out soon enough... more or less.

Aanya and Stephen spoke quietly, but Gail could hear them well enough. Almost too good for how far away she was, but it was a distant thought as she eavesdropped shamelessly.

“...So yeah, I’m guessing that’s where he’s at, but I’m not sure. I think he’s been planning this for a while.”

“What? Steal from everyone in town then move his operation?”

“I guess. We’re too hodunk for him, I suppose. Maybe he’s starting to feel like a big fish, who knows?”

“I know that he stole almost thirty thousand dollars from me and I need to get it back.”

“I understand how you must feel, but... ”

“No, you don’t! It took me years to save that money. I poured my heart and soul into that studio. Even when my cousin was still alive, I... ” “Aanya, if you go over there you’ll be killed. Or worse... ” “Pfft, please: what more can he take from me? I’m not afraid of Trent and his little minions.” “They have guns.”

“And an IQ of 20 between the lot of them: what’s your point?”

Stephen sighed, “My point is that this isn’t worth dying over.”

“I’m as good as dead without that money, anyway. At least I could take it and try to move on... try a different city, somewhere more liberal, maybe. Why not come with me, Stephen? We could get your money back, too.”

“You know I’m a coward Aanya... I’ll own up to that. If I had the balls to stand up to Trent, I would never have let him have his way with me in the first place. I’m stuck here, but you... you can leave and never look back.”

“Not without that money I can’t,” Aanya shook her head. “And if I tuck tail and run, I’ll always be looking back. I did that already... too many times.”

“Alright... I’m not gonna try to stop you if you’ve made up your mind. I hope... I hope you make it.”

Aanya smirked, “Do you think you could stop me even if you wanted to?”

“Hell no.”

The strange duo shared a soulless chuckle as Gail sharpened her ears further.

“I’m going. Tonight. If he’s there, I can take all of them out at once, maybe while they’re sleeping."

“Wha... ”

“Relax, Stephen: I’m not gonna kill anyone.”

“Hmm. I hope they feel the same way about you.” “They won’t... ” The conversation ended as Stephen stepped back from the bar, and Gail waited a few moments before signaling the man for another beer. Change of plans: I think I’ll have a few more drinks... 

Aanya Varma, 31 years of age but feeling twice as old, kicked off her stool around midnight and headed out. Three porters wasn’t enough to imbibe her, but it was just enough to give her the foolhardiness she needed to make the trek to the outskirts of town... to a privately owned trailer park. A tic more than half full, the moon shone brightly enough as the tall, fit woman made her way between a few alleyways. She’d been living in the town for nearly 6 years, afterall, so the backstreets held no secrets.

“What do you think, Jay? Do you think I'm going to meet my doom?" Aanya spoke under her breath as she turned a corner.

"You would have tried to talk me out of this. Told me to keep my head down. Lot of good that did you, huh? You never were very good at stopping me, but if you want to stop me now, I'm not opposed to some sort of sign."

Aanya's deceased cousin, the one she had journeyed to a different country with in order to build a new life, did not answer her from the cosmos.

A sign, however, did come. In the form of a big tiddy goth girl barring her way with a smile and a wave.

"Hi! It's Aanya... right?"

The woman stopped abruptly and raised her brow, "Huh? Oh... you're from the bar... out of towner, I assume? Look, I don't know what this is, but if you're trying to mug me or something, then... " "I'd rather hug you," The goth laughed. "I'm Gail. It's nice to meet you. I do wish it were under better circumstances; seems like you're in a heap of trouble."

Aanya scowled, "Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure it's none of your business, and you're definitely gonna wanna keep it that way, so... " "I can help." Gail took a step forward.

Aanya frowned, "No. You can't."

"Yes, I can," Gail beamed and took another step forward.

The woman looked over the goth with a combination of confusion and irritation. "Are you drunk? High? Or both? You have no idea what's happening, so... " "The town's wannabe mob boss stole a bunch of money from you, shut down your studio... I'm guessing karate or Muay Thai, and basically ruined your life. You're going to beat up him and his henchman, but you might be killed. Do I have that right?"

Aanya growled, "Krav, actually. Look lady, I don't know what you're getting at, but I need you to fuck off... for your sake. I don't have anything to give you and I don't... " "Oh, this is about what I have to give to you," Gail took yet another step forward.

Aanya blinked, "What's up with your eyes? Contacts?"

"Nope. These are my real eyes. I have superpowers."

Aanya was so surprised by the matter-of-fact statement that she snorted. "Oh yeah? Superpowers, huh? Sure you do, lady. Now, if you'll excuse me... " "I'm not gonna move," Gail's smile never faded. "You're going to have to get through me if you want to come through here... or go around, I guess... shit, that sounded a lot better in my head... " "I don't have time for this!" Aanya's patience slipped, "Move out of the way or I will move you myself!"

"I'm not just going to let you get killed, even though I am a total stranger. I'm telling you, if you give me a chance, then... " Aanya barreled forward in a huff and placed her hands on Gail's shoulders roughly. She had every intention of shoving the woman down like a playground bully, but that was before the goth's eyes glowed and an immense heat filled her all at once.

"G-gahhh! Wha... fffuck!"

Down she went, crumpling to the asphalt as she hugged her chest and threw her head back.

"N-nooo... haaaa... gawdddd!"

The krav instructor seized as an instantaneous, multidimensional climax wracked her. Her nipples hardened to chisel points through her white top, and a dark spot bloomed at her crotch so quickly that it almost looked like she was wetting herself.

"Mmm fuck, that's a lot of pussy juice... " Gail licked her lips as she looked down at the howling woman.

"Sss... ggg... oh g-god! P-please! Fucking... yessss... " Aanya fell forward, slamming her palms against the unforgiving blacktop as the life altering orgasm finally started to subside. The first thing that came into focus was the sight of dark droplets soaking into the asphalt: It was only then that she realized she was crying big, heavy tears.

"Do I have your attention now, Aanya?" The woman heard the busty stranger ask gently.

"Y-yes... " Aanya sniffed as her legs quaked, "I'm l-listening... "

--

The 16 unit trailer park was completely abandoned yet well kept. It was obvious that somebody planned to sell the development, but it was as empty as a ghost town. All except the largest trailer in the middle of the complex. A few lights glowed from the windows as the distant sound of a sitcom laughter reel could be heard. Any minute now. Shit... this is gonna be crazy! Gail watched from the darkened gates that barred the entrance. A few crickets chirped. A calm, near autumn breeze swept around her dark hair. All was silent. Until it wasn't. Crash! "What the fuck?!!"

"RRRRAAAWWWW!"

A feral, feminine roar pierced the calm as all hell broke loose in the three bedroom trailer.

"SHOOT HER!"

"It's a her?!"

"H-hold on! Wait... Aanya?!"

Krakow!

A shot was fired. Another growl was emitted, then chaos.

"Shoot her! Fuckin'...gahhh!"

Krak! Kish! Poompoompoom!

Gail couldn't blink.

Shots rang for a solid five seconds before they were replaced by the sound of crashing furniture and random household items.

"Mother of fucking... yahhh!"

"Aanya! Don't! We can work this out! I swear, I'll... " "Shut the fuck up, shit eater!"

"AIEEEEEEE!"

Gail was stunned out of her daze as the most girlish, high pitched shriek she'd ever heard rang throughout the trailer park.

"I take it that's Trent," Gail giggled. "The ones with the smallest dicks always carry the biggest guns. And scream the loudest... " Quiet settled over the park shortly after, but Gail could hear Aanya turning the place upside-down.

"I wonder how easy it would be for me to take over the country with a bunch of giantesses?" Gail thought about it for a moment as she whispered to herself, then broke out laughing. "Oh god, what a shit show that would be! Way too much responsibility, and besides... " she pictured Katherine attempting to step on a tank while apologizing profusely, "Yeah... they're not all fighters. I couldn't do that to my girls... " Just then, the front door was flung open, and bestial, curvaceous figure crawled though it.

"Stupid... god damn... ugh!"

Gail smirked as the newy grown krav instructor cracked the door frame and finally made it out. Righting herself completely, she stood fully 12 feet tall, naked as jaybird and looking like low quality bigfoot footage.

Except bigfoot doesn't have a rack like that...  Aanya made her way towards Gail, her hulking form becoming more italicized as she drew closer. She was carrying a large duffel bag in one hand, and she tossed it down as she came up to her unlikely Mistress.

"I'm not sure how much cash is in this thing, but it's way more than he stole from me. I don't really trust the bartender, but if you bring him this money, I think he'll do what he can to make sure it gets back to where it's supposed to go... " Gail frowned, "What happened to taking your money back?"

The mini giantess went quiet for a long moment, "The plan has changed. What you did to me, Inamorata? What... " Aanya shook her head in confusion, "Where did that word come from?"

"What do you mean the plan has changed?" Gail smiled gently. "Are you thinking that you might like to come with me, instead?"

Aanya glanced down at her gothic girl crush and sighed heavily, "God... I can't... fuck!"

"Whoaaa!"

The mini giantess grabbed Gail suddenly and literally swept her off her feet, lifting her skyward before pulling her back down for a deep kiss.

"HMM! Mmmph... oh... "

The initial shock immediately turned to wild excitement as Gail wrapped her legs around the woman's ridiculously long torso and leaned further in. God, she tastes so good! I thought she didn't want me... but now...  As their open-aired passion became more desperate, Gail recalled her strangest growth session yet. "Mmkay... oooookay... oh f-fuck! Y-yeah... it's happening. I can feel it... gnh!"

About a mile from the trailer park near a deserted walking trail, Gail had used her power to juice up the vengeance seeking vigilante.

"Not too b-big... right?"

"How big do you want to be, baby?"

"Big enough to pick up a car and throw it... "

"Hm. 10 feet?"

"12."

"Your wish is my command, hmhm... "

It was the most fascinating yet least sexual growth encounter yet. Gail was stunned by the amount of self awareness and control that Aanya exhibited, even when she started tearing out of her clothes and leaking pussy juice all over her thighs. She's like some sort of machine... Gail thought as unblinking eyes consumed the most physically fit female form she'd ever seen. I guess they can fight the process a little if they have a reason to, but... how much and for how long? As soon as the growth had come to an end, Aanya took a moment to orient herself with her new body.

"These tits are mine?! And this ass... holy shit!"

 She was excited and obviously turned on, but she headed out almost immediately, tossing the goth up to ride piggyback while she bolted off. But I understand now... Gail heard herself groan as the mythically tall woman tugged at her jeans. It's not that she didn't want me, her resolve just won out. I guess she did what she needed to do, so now...  As if reading her mind, Aanya grunted and tugged down the goth's jeans, "I need you! I need to make you cum, Inamorata! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry for making you wait!" Gail was unable to reply as an index finger finger nearly the thickness of a dildo bulldozed past her soaked panties and penetrated her deeply.

"Gahfuck!"

Cradling her like a baby, Aanya peeled away the rest of Gail's jeans and fucked her with a single finger, all while smashing the woman's lips against her chest. Gail had that dark, pert nipple in her mouth faster than a starving hiker with a protein bar.

"Mphh! Mhmm! Oh gofff! Fugg meee!"

"Yes! Of course, master! Please cum for me! Suck me! I haven't... ngh! It's been s-so long!"

Gail closed her eyes and turned face forward into Aanya's huge tit, opening her mouth more widely to take in as much as she could. The mini giantess shifted and doubled down; slamming her finger into Gail's slit as the goth let her hands wander.

Fuck! Her body! She's like a soft, curvy rock! I never thought I'd go for a bitch like this, but...  Aanya already had abs before the growth, but they had somehow been further accentuated along with everything else. Gail devoured every dip and curve she could reach, just as she crammed as much tit flesh into her mouth as she could.

I can't stop this... I need more girls... more big bitches. It can't get better than this. I need them bigger. I need them fucking BIGGER! I need...  Gail's eyes shot open as her climax ascended, and she screamed around the candy bar sized nipple in her mouth.

"Fffffggggg!"

Blissful confusion, the swimming haze, then Gail could feel herself being set down gently.

"Thank you, Gail... you saved my life. Thank you... " In her post orgasmic haze, Gail opened her eyes and watched the mini giantess lick her finger clean.

"Mmnnn... goddd. I'm going to miss this. I'm going to miss you. Good bye, Inamorata... " Hmm... yeah... bye bye, Aanya...  Gail blinked suddenly as her subconscious clashed with her waking mind. "Wait... WHAT?!"

"I know. It's not easy for me, but... "

The goth scrambled upward with less than graceful movements, then picked up her jeans and bounced into them, "Wait, hang on. Where are you trying to go? What are you trying to do, and why is there such a rush?" Aanya pressed her lips together. "My cousin... the one who moved here with me. He OD'd a few years ago. He was doing great until Trent came along... they started selling drugs, he got back into the hard stuff quick; you know how it goes." Gail sighed as she attempted to stuff her ass back into the jeans, "Alright, I understand, but... didn't you just kick his ass?"

Aanya shrugged, "It's not enough. He told me some things in an attempt to stop me... he started blurting names and locations. He's just a pusher. If you think I killed him, I didn't... he's not worth it."

Gail finally managed to vacuum pack herself into the denim once more. "I didn't honestly give a shit either way, seems like he had it coming. But now... you're talking about taking down an entire drug cartel?"

Aanya nodded and turned, "I can't bring Jay back, but I can keep those fuckers from ruining the lives of others. Goodbye, Gail. I think... I think I love you... " Gail cocked a brow and held her arm out, "Aanya, hold on! This is a terrible idea. I know you're bulletproof, but I don't know how invincible you actually are. Besides that, what if the government catches you? Don't you think... " "I'm leaving! Don't make this harder for me than it already is... please!"

Aanya leapt away and started to run. Gail gritted her teeth.

"Aanya, stop!"

Aanya did. All at once, and very hard.

"Unf!"

Gail's eyes widened as she realized that she was holding out her hand. Her fingertips glowed purple as she curled them into something resembling a choking gesture. Aanya was frozen into place, then the mini giantess fell to her knees and whimpered.

"Please... please let me go... " the toned, strong, trained woman lowered her head and wept as Gail approached.

Holy shit! I can stop them! I can actually force them to stop! Shit... okay, this is getting interesting...  Gail stepped up to the crying giant and put her hand on a smooth knee. "Aanya... you know I don't want you to get hurt... right?"

The woman nodded.

Gail looked up at the adorably pitiful sight and sighed for the umpteenth time.

I've got Apple out there somewhere, and god knows where Karen is... what the hell. They're not pets, even though most of them seem to want to be... ugh...  "Does it really mean that much to you?"

Aanya nodded.

"You won't stop thinking about it until it's finished?"

Another nod.

Gail shook her head and emitted the most exasperated sigh yet. "Promise me you'll be careful. Be quick and efficient, then get out when things get too hot. Don't let yourself get captured. Do what you gotta do then come back to me. You'll know where to find me... trust me."

Aanya smiled suddenly and scooped up Gail, kissing her face everywhere before setting her down.

"Uyyy, you're getting your tears all over me!" Gail laughed.

"Inamorata, thank you! I promise, I'll be safe. I will come back to you."

"Good girl. Go fuck it up, then. Good luck."

Gail watched the dangerously athletic mini giantess run off into the night with mixed feelings.

"Yup, too far in to back out now. It's probably a good idea to keep a few loose, anyway," Gail chuckled as she glanced down at the duffel bag full of cash. "However much is in here, it's not enough to do what I need it to, but at least I can stay at the fancy hotel... "

-Miles away in a certain posh neighborhood

About the time Aanya went gallivanting through the night live a decidedly unmasked crusader, Marle pulled into the wide, roundabout driveway of a posh estate.  Though it was late, the mansion grounds seemed to bustling with movement. A 24 hour construction team was already well on their way to patching what used to be the wing facing a handicapped girl's room. "So that's what it looks like when a girl gets blown up and busts out of a house... " Marle commented under her breath as she made her way up the drive. She's seen the footage less than half an hour before: a gigantic, naked ballerina, dancing around like a maniac while her entourage encouraged her. The footage from the chopper was blurry, but there were a few shots with Gail. Digital restructuring had only done so much, but Marle had long since confirmed the culprit's identify.

"What are you up to, Gail?" Marle asked herself as she walked up the wide stone steps leading to the front door. "What's your motivation? Do you have a goal, or are you just being really enthusiastic about your fetishes?" No answers came to her as she knocked on the door. It was answered a moment later by a tired looking woman with light red hair and worn features.

"Yes, hi. It's late and we're finished talking with the reporters. Good... " "Mrs. Truvette? I'm Agent Hughs... FBI."

"Oh!" The woman stepped outside and flashed an embarrassed smile, "I'm so sorry, I thought... " "It's okay, I get that a lot," Marle smiled. "Trust me, most people are not happy to see me under most circumstances. I'm not here to make your life harder... I just want to ask a few questions."

Angelica Truvette smiled innocently and replied with all the scripted grace of a successful politician, "I'm sorry dear, but my husband and I won't be speaking with any law enforcement or government until we've met with our lawyers." Marle's eye twitched, "Ah... of course. Thank you for your time, Mrs. Truvette." Gah fuck... this is getting complicated. Why did it have to be a rich girl, Gail? Well played... well played...