February 8

It was time for a hearing. I didn’t know what was going on too much. I suppose that’s something that Riley talked about with her attorney. But Sarah, Cynthia, and I were there, while she disinterestedly answered the questions of a young man in a suit. Her hand kept brushing against me. It was so weird… she was so massive. So powerful. But it was trembling. She was out of her “uniform” and was clad in a dress. Riley didn’t wear dresses often, but I suppose the court necessitated it.

We were in a small town, but it was one randomly chosen as the seat for several counties. So the courtroom was actually pretty big. You’d think it would be packed for a trial for someone like Riley… but she had requested that media be kept away. And it was a confidential trial… so everything was kept pretty still for the most part. The room wasn’t tall enough to stand up. Slowly, gingerly, Riley crawled past the courtroom. With a head like a billboard, the jurors were transfixed on her, as At that moment, I realized she was wearing a set of spats… obviously, people would be able to look up her skirt otherwise. Still, she was flashing the jury a little, even with her long, flowing dress. It got caught up on some of the recording equipment in the courtroom, some of the huge dress snagging on some wires. Awkwardly, a heavyset baliff walked up to it, helping to untangle wires, reaching amongst the fabric. One bench was present for some other guy in a suit—the prosecutor, I suppose. The other had been moved. Riley wearily waved to the jury as she sat down. Riley sat rad-faced as her stomach growled. Her hands fiddled around in her lap. She motioned for me to sit down next to her, but people directed me back towards the audience. I sat there, watching everyone walk around. With Riley’s back in front of me, I couldn’t see what was going on.

A Judge walked in. Or I guess, some leader of the proceeding. He was just dressed in a suit. Nothing too fancy. He went towards the elevated seat towards the front, staring over at Riley. It was an elevated desk on top of a podium. And he was virtually at eye level with Riley. I had to change my spot to see—there was plenty of room to get around my niece. Everyone was looking at her. Slowly, the noise filled the room a little. Quietly… ominously… Riley’s stomach was growling.

“I… I’m sorry yo… your Honor,” Riley responded timidly. Even as the noise started again, echoing in the courtroom.

“We’re not doing anything full today… in fact… you should be let out today, as I’m sure you know.”

Riley continued to nervously finger her dress. She stared in a diverted fashion, a little away from the judge. Slowly, she begun to speak.

“So this means I’m not going to be imprisoned today or anything?” She asked in an innocent voice. “I’m going to get out?”

“Yes… we’re just going to ask some people a few questions. Starting with your adoptive father I suppose.” He was speaking a little nervously himself. I suppose it had something to do with the fact that the girl in front of him was twice as tall as him—and several times bigger. He was dressed professionally—even if not in any black robes. But Riley—tomboyish Riley—had been decked in something fancy and feminine—entirely uncharacteristic for her. I suppose that it was something donated by a fan. She looked like some strange type of giant princess—with her red hair and huge green eyes—she even looked a little supernatural. But all her actions screamed innocence—not just innocence for a crime—but innocence of the world. Someone had done an incredible job preparing her for this.

“Everything shows here that your mother had you until you were five… and then you came to live with Mr… Michael Jones... you’ve been spending the last ten years with him just about. It is alleged that you assaulted him fiercely, and that he had no opportunity to defend against you. It says that you hit him with all of your strength, and he was scared.”

“Right… um… I understand I can come across as a little scary, Mr.” Riley interjected. She was a teenager, but she was doing her best job of seeming like she was in kindergarten. Not that I minded. Not against him… we weren’t even talking anymore.

“Sorry Riley… it’s my turn to speak right now…” another man stood up. I couldn’t even see him until that moment. “He’s right here, Riley. You can look. My father stood up, walking over towards his side. It was kind of surreal. In place of the desk on one side was Riley’s butt. Even sitting Indian style, she took up much of the room. In a sense, you’d think that ten feet tall wasn’t so big. On the other, was my dad.

“I was just trying to discipline her…” he continued, speaking with a haughty tone. “But she just wouldn’t listen to me. When I told her that she had rules about going out, regardless of any interview, she just started getting really mad and belitting me…”

“Be…littleing you…” the lawyer almost smirked. “Go on.”

“Well she was yelling at me, running me down. But I told her no is no. So She got really mad, yelling. And she hit me with her full force.”

“Full force…” the lawyer seemed nonconcerned. “Ok… describe it.”

“She brought her arm down like a jackhammer. Pow!” He said punching his right fist into the palm of his left hand, making a smacking sound. “I mean all that she had!”

“Ok… you know she’s in interviews then?” He repeated. I could barely see him around Riley’s giant body. She just fidgeted while she talked.

“Didn’t I just say so!” He continued angrily. The judge seemed nonconcerned, just letting this head on, despite the tone of his voice.

“This happened a couple of weeks ago? January 20?”

“Yeah…” Dad seemed confused now. Then the man brought out a magazine. Riley leaned over herself, the wood floor squeaking as she saw the products of one of her many interviews. I did my best to peer forward. Thankfully, it was blown up so everyone was seeing it.

“Riley was showing something in an interview…” There was a picture of Riley. She was standing, smaller than she was now, but definitely huge. It was talking about the strength of the girl. “Specifically, she was showcasing her strength right here. This is a thin metal bar… I have stuff here that it’s similar to bone… she’s not even applying a proper technique, as some of the pictures show, as well as the lines where she complains she hurt her hand. But this bar… was placed between two blocks. One hit snapped it in half. That’s her using her full strength…”

“She’s just twice as tall. And she’s a GIRL anyway…” Dad continued, eliciting a grown from one of the members. “She’s not THAT strong. Besides, there’s no video of it.”

“We could see about getting one of the hundreds of people who watched her here…” The lawyer continued. “Or we could see about her demonstrating it here. Or we could take the magazine’s word for it. This is a national brand magazine, distributed everywhere.” Pages from the whole stupid thing were shone over a while. The whole process was incredibly boring and dragged out. Eventually…

“So do you think that she hit you with her full strength?”

“Maybe… not her full strength.” Dad admitted, stumbling on his words. Even standing up, the top of his head didn’t come up to Riley’s. “However… there’s still the fact she hit me. She attacked me.”

“You lied about how strong she hit you, that’s for sure. You barely have any bruise at all. You can’t even show us anything now. How do we know you didn’t fall? That you didn’t hit yourself? That it’s just some discoloration of the skin. I see nothing.”

“Well… uh… it hurt,” He finished lamely. That concluded that.

“I see… well I suppose that goes, Riley,” the judge continued, without a hint of formality in his voice.

“Thank you sir!” Riley nearly beamed, her cheerful voice again echoing in the room. I could see a couple of people in the jury smiling.

“I don’t think I’ve said my piece yet!” Dad continued, he sounded angry. But he was escorted out pretty quickly by a couple of the courtroom staff. And that was that.

Soon jessica was brought in. As small and mousy haired as ever… I doubt she cleared five feet. Standing up, the top of her head was about even with Riley’s shoulders… while she was sitting down. And she sat across from Riley.

“OW!” Riley exclaimed. The rest of the room looked at her, as she turned a deep red. “I’m sorry… I just… just go on with the trial… I’m sorry about that Your Honor Sir really…” She closed her mouth as the red turned even deeper.

“Um… Riley… what was that? There must have been some reason for that outburst.” But Riley just shook her head furiously back and forth, while she pulled her skirt in, pulling it down in the middle with both hands. I couldn’t tell what exactly was going on, but it was some sort of wardrobe malfunction, I supposed.

“Ok… your name’s jessica?” The Judge asked, turning back to her. Slowly she nodded. “You have some very serious accusations here…”

“Yeah… she… I mean… Riley was taking time to go after me sometimes after school… she said I looked “sweet” like she could just eat my up. You know. And she’d stand right next to me when she said that… sometimes bumping into me. With how big she’s… becoming… it’s just intimidating… and one day we were in the hall alone… I just wanted to walk past her. But she dragged me into the bathroom… and made me… she forced me on the ground, and… I hated it…” At the end of the speech, Riley’s stomach rumbled again, and she looked at the ground almost woefully, her face having gone pretty much beyond beet red.

“Again I’m really sorry… I don’t mean to be making light of anything…” Riley said quietly. She was staring at the floor.

I didn’t know how… but I was smelling a similar scent that I had before. That wardrobe malfunction… was it deliberate? I didn’t know how… but the smell of Riley’s scent was filling the room. It was a sort of unspoken secret between everyone. Most of the time people remained stoic, but they had strange expressions flash on their faces. The scent was unmistakable, even to people who had never smelled it before. And it was stronger than it should be… even coming from a ten foot tall girl. And that scent… was affecting jessica even more than it did someone like me.

And jessica was staring, nearly insane with lust, at Riley. I knew that these things were normally handled very carefully to prevent stuff like this… but the entire room was watching jessica staring blatantly at the girl she claimed assaulted her. The dress didn’t show even a hint of cleavage, but at her size, even the swell of Riley’s boobs appeared obscene, far above a butt that was a couple of feet wide. jessica was DRINKING this whole sight in. But the thing continued, with Riley’s attorney talking to her.

“Riley… how did this situation come across to you…” the man continued.

“I don’t want to imply anything wrong…” Riley continued softly. “I can see why I might come across as scary… but frankly… I have pretty much all calls blocked. I have a couple of friends running interference on people in the neighborhood. And I try to keep my whereabouts unknown. A lot of people want to know where I am…”

“They want to know where you are? Why?”

“I… haven’t been entirely innocent. I have images of me in swimsuits in these magazines… that might be wrong. I didn’t realize the level of attention I was going to receive. I have a lot of stalkers I have to avoid.” Riley took a deep breath. The jury was nodding along with her, people of all ages trying their best to look sage. Sarah had a smile on her face… and I couldn’t read Cynthia’s expression. But Riley’s smell was even stronger… and she was squirming. “I’m sorry, she repeated again.” On a surface level, all of her behavior was perfectly normal. But I knew exactly what Riley was going for here. A very… unorthodox thing for a court case I suppose.

“They… um… I won’t say it…” Riley continued. “They just like me. And… I mean… she was staring at me the entire time. Intensely. More interest than even most other people. And like I said, I had some too... So… I just tried to act ‘cool’ and say that she could… I’m sorry… you know…” Riley trailed off, looking at everyone. “I just really thought that she… I mean… everything she said, afterwards. She came up to me breathing heavily... grabbing at me...”

“This may not be the type of thing for here…” the judge said. “At any rate, we NEED to talk to other people about this. We’re just establishing whether it was possible right now, and I think it is. But you need to let the adults talk here…” and he turned to the attorney as he kept speaking. “And you need to keep your client in line, no matter how big she is…”

“Right…” The man stood up again, walking over to jessica. He actually looked pretty young himself. But he begun to talk to the small girl, who was shaking like a reed.

“So she cornered you…”

“Yes…” she breathed slowly. jessica seemed barely together, breathing heavily. If anything, I'd want to call her a complete wreck. Her face was red too, completely red. Come to think of it... she was a teenager, wasn't she? Why was there nobody helping her... “She moved towards me… with her body… I remember seeing those jeans hugging her hips, intimidatingly… and… she pressed… herself towards me…. swaying towards me..."

"Ok... that's enough!" The leader of this... thing stopped the room, banging the hammer, before resuming speaking. "These were the only two people who filed formal complaints. I have nothing more to add to this circus. It's clear that people don't know how to deal with the medical marvel this girl is becoming, but that's a job for doctors! Lord, people said we had to do something because there are rumors that she's some evil giant, but this has all been a circus! This is over!" 

“I have something to say!” I stood up, the whole fucking room, Riley and all, turning their heads towards me. It was so quiet that a pin could drop…

“Yes… is there anything else you want to say…” the Judge stared sternly at me.

“Riley…” I looked at her. I looked at the niece I had raised most of my life. I was almost positive… she was lying. It hadn’t been exactly how jessica had described it the first time… but she did something to her… something she… AT THE TIME didn’t want. At the time was the key here, wasn’t it? Turned her into the mess she was right now. And because of that… she just looked like some little sad horny lesbo constructing a fantasy. All that had to happen was one statement from me… and Riley would be entirely out of trouble.

“She was there with her… Riley’s embarrassed to talk about it. But you can ask anyone. Stuff like that’s been going on all the time… nobody would ever think that she needed to corner anyone. And Riley’s not the type of person to do anything like that!”

“I think… that’s enough of this…” the older man rubbed his temples… “Riley… you can head on. Other people will take care of the paperwork… you don’t need to worry about anything… that’ll be all.” He half-heartedly swung his hammer, setting Riley free. She begun to scoot on her butt out of the courtroom. Again, she was nearly caught on some stuff. This time the bottom of her dress hit a bit as it caught some of the wood at the edge. Riley was a gigantic storm of profuse apologies as she made her way out of the courtroom.

However, a single drop hit the bottom of the wood floor, rudely announcing the end of the proceedings, and a stop to the spectacle. For a little bit, near the door, I stopped and stared at it. It's stupid to talk about a tiny glob of cum this way... but it felt like, somehow, it meant something. I don't know what... but clearly something. I swear I stared at it for a few minutes. This resulted in some of the jury members looking at me like I was a weirdo. I suppose that they just thought that it was just a drop of water.

I walked outside after a little while, collecting myself. Riley was already gone. The hallway was mostly empty. However, a single man was walking towards me, Riley's attorney. I tried to walk away... but this was going to happen. Wasn't it?

“She has a lot of sway, you know that?” The man brought me aside, almost talking to me confidentially. “I know you don't know very much about this, but that was pretty weird in there... I mean... your father's a liar, but beyond that. People had no way to keep her in there with all the protesting outside. You go out… it’ll be like a tsunami. And the people against her… they’re definitely outnumbered by her fans. There are thousands upon thousands of them. The town can’t deal with this… I’ll be famous now, just for barely any work, but please just watch over her…”

“Ok, ok…” I said. I didn’t want to talk to this guy... at all. I didn’t even know who he was. I walked into the waiting area, where Riley was sitting, looking positively ridiculous in her dress, just sitting down being big. She still looked a little red… a little flustered.

"I ripped my stupid spats... and I want to live at that spot, near the Great Lakes, but it's not ready yet. I'm not living with dad after he tried to lock me up... fuck..." she was muttering. But there was one thing I wanted to know.

"When you... ripped them... was that... you know? Deliberate?" I nearly whispered as I spoke to her. Riley smiled down to me, slightly.

"She really was staring at me constantly... and... you know about pheromones?"

"Pheromones?"

"Yeah... people used to say that humans don't have them..." Riley spoke, softly but forcefully. "But they are realizing that they were wrong... and mine... are much stronger... millions of times stonger... and I think... my c... cum... carries it far more than anything else. I know that I get wet far more than other girls do too..."

"So... how was that supposed to help you get off?" Riley laughed a little.

"No puns Tommy... but... I'm well over ten feet tall... probably not eleven... maybe... but... there's one thing I wanted to tell you... they are a lot stronger than some people than others... I think they affect you a good amount... I think that they don't affect some at all... but they drove her crazy... and she kept going after me... she walked behind me, trying to fuck with me like old times... she tried to stick a pencil up my butt... she was sexually harassing me for months... so I fucked her. And that's it. But I knew my pheromones would make her go nuts, and look like and idiot."

"She tried to stick... why didn't you tell me!" I exclaimed.

"I can defend myself... I'm telling you that for the last time. And you're going to live with me... and I'll have security... I like the world staring at me, but I'm going to dictate the terms. I did... let myself go when I fucked jessica... it probably would be kind of scary for a little person... that... out of nowhere..." hands wrapped around me. Riley was lifting me in the air! My feet left the ground as she stared at me!

“But even if someone's a little scary?" Riley asked, opening and closing her huge mouth in front of me, giggling innocently. "Can’t you make up for it?” Riley said, quizzically. “I understand… I hurt her. But people can go crazy when I fuck them. Crazy. I mean… if I did it to her again, of course she would likely go nuts. I mean, in a good way… I have to keep you from going entirely nuts of course... I want a sane little uncle..." Riley brought her lips right next to mine. I leaned in to kiss her.

"This is a nice establishment! Not here!" Riley cried in mock indignation. But she scowled as a camera flashed. I couldn't even tell where it came from.

"Let them say anything about me... I'm gonna see Cynthia and Sarah... and you're coming. And you're staying with me from now on. That's final... we'll find some way tonight..." Riley crawled out. I watched her go in her dress... as her stomach rumbled again. The loud, angry growl was just something I had gotten used to.

I left the courtroom, watching as Riley had a genuinely scared impression. She had a couple of people... security that had been hired. But they barely kept the media frenzy at bay. Riley struggled to crawl out of it. Yelling "some other time!" Against that sea, there was barely anything that I could do.