It had been a breakthrough unlike any they had ever seen. Full cellular replication within minutes of application. Their years of research, labour, and hard work had finally bore fruit.

Cheers and handshakes and congratulatory hugs had been passed around the room. Even though their work was far from over, it was clear to the small team at Terra Medical Solutions that proper celebrations were in order but where to celebrate?

"Mud wrestling? Are you serious, José?" Doctor Beverly Perkins, head biochemist at Terra and project lead, plied with incredulity.
"This is the biggest breakthrough we've had in years, possibly the greatest medical breakthrough in the last twenty years, and your idea of celebration is some trashy mud wrestling show?"

"Oh, come on, Bev." Professor Stanley Simmons, chief genetics advisor, spoke up.
"It sounds kinda fun."

"Yea, and it's not just any trashy mud wrestling show." José Alvarez, chemical engineer, interjected.
"It's Mudbrawl 3! This shit doesn't happen every day. Let your hair down, Bev. Live a little!"

Beverly sat back into her chair and scoffed. The notion that someone like her would spend her time at such a low class outing was an insult. She had spent her entire career working on this project, a breakthrough like this deserved a better celebration. One befitting a genius like Beverly. Crossing her arms, she shot an arrogant stare back at José.

"You pervs can go to your stupid show and watch some bimbos slop around like pigs on a farm. This project is going to win me a fucking Nobel prize, I can think of better ways to celebrate." She said, spinning back towards her work station.
"Besides, if you're taking Grant, somebody has to stay and watch the data finish compiling."

On the other side of the laboratory, a head peeked up from behind a monitor.

"Did somebody say my name?" Asked the bespectacled young man.

"Yea, Grant! let's go celebrate. Come on, buddy, what do you say?" José pitched enthusiastically.

"B-but who w-will finish the tabulations?" The young man sheepishly stuttered.

"It's fine, grant. I'll keep an eye on them. You do deserve a night off." Beverly assured.
"Besides, I don't mind working alone."

"Well, OK. If you say so, doc." The young man conceded.
"Where are we going, exactly?"

------

She shut the door to her über, silently considering getting back into the car and asking to be taken home. After a sharp exhale, Jennifer Harper walked to the back door of The Jewel Of The Springs gentleman's club and entered, stopping briefly to observe the schedule to see if she'd been booked for any more matches. She sighed a resigned sigh and headed to the ready room to put away her belongings and change into her costume, no doubt made skimpier since the last match.
The tall, blonde woman placed her purse and jacket into the cold metal locker, a row of them lining the wall of the ready room, and began to strip. Hanging from a clothing rack, a gaudy, sequinned two-piece bikini with some sort of leg warmers and feathered forearm sleeves sat, adorned with a tag that read "Harpy". She hated it all. She hated her awful stagename, she hated the slutty costumes, she hated the ogling from the damn Silicon Valley tech bros that thought they were better than her. She hated it, but mud wrestling paid her bills.

Donning her new costume, she gave herself a check in the mirror. The tall, beautiful blonde looked stunning in the revealing garment, much to her own chagrin. Her long, toned legs ran up to an hourglass waist and tight, firm butt that glistened in the blue and yellow sequinned bikini bottom. She ran her hands along a slight 6-pack, giving her abdomen a minute flex. At least the gym membership was paying off, she thought. She tied the string of her bikini top tightly, hoping to contain her modest c-cup breasts during the forthcoming match. Pausing briefly, she eyed the last piece of the ensemble, her least favourite piece, the feathered sleeves that made up her "Harpy" wings.

At 27 years old, Jennifer Harper had certainly hoped her career in wrestling would take off, just not like this. Since before she could remember, Jennifer had dreams of soaring off the top ropes, doing daring and acrobatic feats of athleticism in front of the whole world, winning the adoration of millions. Her passion was a burning flame that never dimmed. From middle school to high school, Jennifer championed her wrestling team to countless victories. Victories that, to her, were hollow. Jennifer wanted to be a professional wrestler, the kind that cut promos and endorsed cereals. The kind that told incredible stories and did their wonderful work on the canvas of the squared circle. So much so that when she saw an ad on Craigslist claiming "WRESTLERS WANTED. PROFFESIONAL TALENT NEEDED." she immediately answered without reading the details. Sure enough, when Jennifer arrived at the address the listing had provided, a strip club-turned-mud wrestling venue, she was incredibly disappointed with the job she was offered. Prancing around in a muddy pit with some other girl practically naked. This wasn't wrestling, not the kind she wanted to take part in. She was insulted, but the offer they made was a lucrative one, one worth swallowing her pride and accepting. A season contract was enough to put Jennifer through 2 years of the wrestling program and training camp she'd wanted to enroll in since she graduated highschool. She could suffer through a few months or degrading costumes and leering drunk men, it would all be worth it in the end.

Meanwhile, the back door to The Jewel swung open as another woman made her way in. With a head of short, fiery red hair, Lola Blaze strutted confidently down the halls to the ready room, 6-inch heels clacking on the tiled floor with every step. Lola was a seasoned veteran of the adult entertainment world. From strip clubs to amateur porn production, at the ripe age of 24, Lola had been through the best and the worst this scene had to offer, including the transition from stripping at The Jewel Of The Springs to being one of its star mud wrestlers.

The change was abrupt, but foretold. Flagging profits persisted for years and on the brink of bankruptcy, a drastic shakeup was needed. The establishment switched hands, younger management came to the rejuvenate The Jewel and funding from wealthy somebodies in the tech world gave way to the Dirty Dames Mud Wrestling League. The DDMWL quickly became a smash hit and franchised out to other clubs in the Bay Area, with the home base in Hope Springs, California, the quiet home of The Jewel Of The Springs.

Jennifer heard the clacking of heels, the telltale sound of Lola's arrival, and braced herself. Since she started mud wrestling, Jennifer's time at the Jewel had been made hellish by patrons in the front of house and Lola in the back. To her credit, Jennifer tried to extend the olive branch and make friends with the other girls at The Jewel, but her and Lola never quite clicked. They were complete polar opposites. Physically, Jennifer was tall and toned with long blonde hair, Lola was more stout and curvy sporting a short head of extremely bright red hair and a body full of tattoos. Even in the way they dressed, Jennifer wore more plain and casual athletic wear, Lola dressed in loud, flashy, revealing outfits. The differences ran deeper than just appearance, too. Where Jennifer was reserved, Lola was brash and loud. Where Jennifer was somewhat private and prudish, Lola was extremely outgoing and liberal with her sexuality. This trait in particular drove a wedge between them as Jennifer both resented and envied Lola's abundant freedom and confidence.

"Hey, Jenny!" She sneered, waltzing into the ready room, tossing her purse onto a chair.

"Hi, Lola. You know I don't like being called that." Jennifer casually exclaimed, focusing on the mirror as she applied a dark eyeliner. Lola perused the costume rack, landing on one garment labeled "Wildfire", her chosen stagename, pulling it from the rack. This interaction was what passed as pleasantries for the two wrestlers. At its worst, the pair could hardly say hello before a passive aggressive remark or outright insult was hurled at the other. Their relationship backstage quickly bled into their performance as Jennifer and Lola were frequently booked against each other with hopes to derive their feud of as much entertainment as possible, something Jennifer adamantly protested. Their animosity was well known in the DDMWL, and it was a commodity to be exploited.

Jennifer's insistence had bought a few seconds of precious silence. Lola, now clad in her skimpy uniform, sat in front of the mirror next to Jennifer and began putting on her makeup. Jennifer relished the reprieve for what it was, but knew that every second without words were ones that Lola would use to brainstorm some venomous comeback. To her surprise, no barbed remark seemed to follow.

"I put in the down payment on my new apartment." Lola said, focused on her blush. Jennifer said nothing, confused at the turn the conversation had taken.

"Bay livin' ain't cheap but it's a nice place." Lola continued.
"Two bedrooms, nice balcony, pet friendly..."

"That's great news, Lola." Interjected Jennifer. Lola grinned, detecting some aggravation in her opponent's voice. She chuckled to herself.

"Well, I'm just letting you know considering we won't see each other much anymore, Jenny." Lola said in a mocking pout.

"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked, putting down her lipstick.

"Oh you don't know?" Lola asked, smugly.
"There's a talent buyer from Bayside Bar out there, Jenny. Word is someone from The Jewel is getting traded to wrestle in San Francisco. We've been talking about it for weeks, did no one tell you?"

Jennifer looked blankly and shook her head.

"Of course not. Why would they?" Lola laughed.
"Any way, it's pretty much confirmed that when I beat you tonight, I'm getting out of this shithole!"

Jennifer was stunned, not knowing whether to believe what Lola was saying or dismiss it as pre-match mind games. Jennifer herself had wanted to get out of Hope Springs for quite some time, perhaps this was the chance she had been looking for. Bayside Bar was a pretty nice club in San Francisco, her contract already paid pretty nicely, surely they'd pay her even more.

"And if you lose?" Jennifer inquired. Lola grinned.

"You think they'll take you if you beat me tonight? As if, Jenny. But, I'll send you and the girls a postcard or two." Lola cackled confidently. Jennifer sat silently.

She could beat Lola. In a fair and square match, Jennifer could have the bitch pinned in seconds flat. But mud wrestling was never about fair fights, or really about who won or lost. It was about scantily clad women groping each other for the pleasure of their patrons. Lola had the looks and the attitude the Bayside Buyer was looking for, an attitude that Jennifer distinctly lacked and she knew it.

She considered her options. On one hand, she could try to humiliate Lola in front of the crowd. Jennifer pictured it so perfectly, her trouncing Lola so badly that she got picked for the trade instead. Jennifer sighed longingly, almost tasting the sweet satisfaction of screwing Lola out of something big like that. As the warmth of the pleasant fantasy washed away, Jennifer had a stark realization. If Lola was telling the truth and moved to San Francisco, Jennifer's live would improve 100 times over. It's win win either way! Fuck the match!

"Oh good! you two are here." A voice said hurriedly, interrupting the brewing conflict. In the doorway stood Scott, The Jewel's talent buyer and entertainment manager, staring expectantly.

"Twilight and Katrina just started their match, we need you both ready in 20, ok?"

"Yes, Scott." The two said in an exasperated unison as the man left as hurriedly as he'd arrived.

"Well, Lola, may the better girl win." Jennifer said with every shred of diplomacy she could muster.

"Thanks, Jenny. I will."

------

Doctor Beverly Perkins took one last sip from her freshly brewed coffee. Standing in the vacant kitchenette of the research facility, she pondered if she could really pull this off. All her years of toil and turmoil had lead up to this. Facing constant ridicule from her peers in the field or bio-engineering, tonight was the night that Beverly would show them all how wrong they were.

Making one last sweep of the facility, the young scientist was truly alone. Complimenting her own quick thinking in pawning Grant off on José, there was no one to hold her back now but herself. Punching in the code to the locked laboratory, she walked with purpose to the storage unit in the centre of the room. Beverly stood for a moment, taking in the reality of what she was about to do. Removing the elastic keeping her hair up neatly in a bun, she shook her head, letting her raven hair fall softly onto her shoulders. She placed a hand on the stainless steel door of the veritable Pandora's box that sat in front of her. Inside was her prize, the Compound, the formula she had created with the help of her team, though Beverly solely assumed the credit in her mind.

"All you have to do is touch it. Open the container and touch it." A voice echoed in her subconscious. Beverly was frozen, a pale sweat beading upon her brow. There could be no turning back, this was her ascendancy into the heavens, her ticket to what she believed her rightful station. She'd dreamt of this moment, often plotting her course of action once she had become infinitely powerful. Some days, Beverly entertained the thought of marching on Washington, taking the country's leadership into her own unstoppable hands. Other times she dreamed of heading for the coast and just swimming away until she hit land, becoming the benevolent ruler of whatever nation's shores she came upon. Just thinking about the possibilities turned the woman of science on in ways nothing ever had, her dreaming leading to many late night masturbation sessions. And here, now that the reality was within her grasp, Beverly felt a familiar wetness in her briefs. She ran a delicate hand over her crotch, applying pressure onto her clitoris, shuddering in pleasure for a brief moment before regaining her composure. She had to focus. She had a mission. She would be a queen. A goddess. One to be worshipped. One to be feared. That is, if the damn stuff didn't kill her.
With a white-knuckle grip threatening to tear the handle of the storage unit off, Beverly threw door open to claim her just reward.

But the Compound wasn't there.

The lone sample of the Compound, the only one in existence, a powerful, terrible, dangerous substance, was not in its storage unit. Shocked, the young scientist's mind reeled at how this could have come to be and what this meant, what threat this could pose the world at large. But mostly, Beverly was furious. Her goddesshood, the thing she had devoted her entire adult life to, was robbed from her. Instantly, in a white hot fervour, her deductive mind rattled off probable culprits, narrowing in on one with razor focus.

José.

Beverly Perkins ripped her phone from her lab coat pocket and furiously began to dial the chemical engineer, waiting desperately for the call to connect.

"Hello, you've reached José Alvarez. I'm not available, you know what to do."

As the familiar beep played, Beverly, fuming with red-hot fury, didn't know whether to scream or cry. Clutching her phone tight enough to crack the plastic case that housed it, Beverly hung up and dialled again

He slammed his foot down on the brake as hard as he could. As a red, battered 4-door sedan sped past, he sat and stared in befuddled awe, so stupefied at the sight that lay before him that THUNK of the following car plowing into his truck could not even pull his attention away. A leg, massive and smooth, was pouring out of the building. With supernatural ease, the gigantic limb pushed a car out of the way as it lengthened into the street, the massive foot at its base wiggling desperately with toes each bigger than his own head. Trying, failing to process what he was witnessing, the resulting traffic that piled up behind him also become aware of the fantastical situation. Horns blared as metal was dented and glass was shattered, a frenzy of panicked motorists desperately trying to flee as the head of Lola Blaze rose higher and higher out of the wrecked roof of The Jewel.

"Holy shit! Ho-ly shit!" Lola cried, becoming aware of her immediate surroundings. Her growth inside of The Jewel didn't offer the same shocking perspective she was now experiencing. Tiny cars screeched and smashed in the panic as droves of little pedestrians began staring in frightened awe. The world looked like a child's playset with toy cars and little dolls scurrying around on the street below. Barely able to process what had happened to her and Jennifer, Lola merely blinked vacantly, hoping to make sense of her shifting perspective when she felt a rumbling from beneath her.

Jennifer's grasp of the situation was equally if not more slight than Lola's, but her world had been engulfed in darkness as her rival's tremendous, slowly-expanding ass had blocked out her view entirely. Jennifer could feel her leg press out onto the street, the other one curled and trapped against the walls of The Jewel that seemed to constrict faster by the minute, but she had no concept of what was happening outside. She was so thoroughly smothered by Lola that, if only for a moment, she had forgotten the absurdity of the crisis the two found themselves in. Jennifer struggled against Lola's oppressive hold, bucking slightly. Her body writhed, violently trashing the interior of The Jewel as she fought to break free. Her trapped leg kicked against the front wall of the establishment, smashing through like a sheet of cardboard as the entirety of the street-facing facade fell away. Traffic running both ways had become hopelessly clogged and the commotion had brought gaggles of confused and curious onlookers to investigate the panic. When the dust settled, the startled citizens of Hope Springs could now see the epicentre of the strange phenomenon. Clear as the sky that the sun was now setting in, two growing, naked woman were fully visible for all to see.

Wrestling her arms free, Jennifer placed her hands along Lola's back and braced.

"Get... OFF!" She grunted, throwing Lola to the side. Wrapped up in the dizzying picture of the miniature street, Lola was caught off guard. The red-haired titaness clumsily fell to the side, her head and shoulders tearing the ceiling of The Jewel away with ease. Plaster and masonry crumbled, coating Jennifer in a dusty layer of debris as the whole ceiling began to collapse. Catching only a glimpse of the falling roof, Jennifer braced for the impact, fearing the worst, only for the entire weight of The Jewel's ceiling to harmlessly fall upon her and Lola.

"What the fuck?" Jennifer asked with a groan of discomfort, sloughing off the debris as she lifted herself up to her feet. Shocked spectators gasped in huddled groups as Jennifer rose to her full of height of nearly forty feet. The last twenty minutes had been a blur. Jennifer felt like she was concussed, the more she tried to make sense of what was happening, the more confusing and impossible things seemed. But now, standing head and shoulders above most of the buildings on the street around her, Jennifer was forced to accept the truth of her situation.

She, along with one of the people she despised most in the whole world, was growing fast with no foreseeable end to the madness.

Realizing she was at the centre of the crowd's attention, Jennifer did her best to cover her naked form in a hurried attempt at some modesty. While she was fine with the occasional nudity that accompanied the mud wrestling within the walls of the jewel, Jennifer now found herself towering fully nude over the town she called home. The gasps and murmurs of the crowd picked up as Lola now stood alongside Jennifer, considerably less concerned with modesty, baring all she had with seemingly little thought to even bother covering herself. While not as tall as her adversary, Lola was still the second tallest human in existence, and in the moment, Jennifer may as well have been invisible to her. Lola was entranced, the acceptance of the situation giving way to the flood of endless possibilities her new size provided. Silently, Lola pondered all the benefits of her tremendousness as she scanned the nervous crowd, her glazed eyes flitting around the street below. She saw their fear. Lola looked at the faces of the people below and could tell they were afraid of her and what she might do. She felt important, she felt powerful, and knowing she held this power over the people beneath her was exciting. It felt right to Lola. It felt deserved that after all her years of fighting to provide a decent life for herself, this power was a just reward. A means to seize the life that Lola felt she had earned. She pictured it in her mind, droves of worthless people lining up to pay tribute. A queen, a goddess. One that deserved their worship. She was no longer a piece of meat to be used and abused, she was destined to rule these people.

"Lola!" Jennifer said snapping, her fingers expectantly while doing her best to remain decent.
"Lola, we have to go, now!"

Lola's fantasy faded from her mind, her attention shifting to the present moment.

"What are you talking about? Go where?" Lola scoffed. Jennifer was not expecting any kind of rebuttal. In truth, she didn't rightly know what to do but the current state of things couldn't be left alone. With desperation in her voice, Jennifer struggled to think of an appropriate answer.

"To-to the hospital! Or to the cops! To somebody that can figure this out!" Jennifer exclaimed, throwing her arms out wide to emphasize her frustration. Lola merely rolled her eyes and grinned a smug grin. reminding Jennifer of who she was talking to and of something she wished she was prepared for. Her heart sank.

The Lola Factor.

Failing to comprehend how Lola could be so dismissive at a time like this, Jennifer felt the horrifying realization that it fell upon her to keep Lola in check until things could be fixed. Looking around at the rubble of The Jewel Of The Springs, an accident by all accounts, there was no telling how much damage either of them could do on purpose. Jennifer prepared to take command of the situation when Lola interrupted.

"I think I'm fine right here, Jenny. You can fuck off to wherever you want, you're a big girl." Lola mocked. Flustered, Jennifer stamped her foot into the ground, unaware of how strong her forceful footfall could be. The impact of her foot vibrated outward, creating a small tremor along the street, knocking some onlookers over. Jennifer, ignorant to the reaction of her seemingly innocuous action, placed her hands on her hips and prepared to dig in for the argument that was certain to happen.

"Lola, we can't stay here." The blonde giantess said sternly.
"It's not safe for us to be here."

"Not safe for who?" Lola retorted.
"Us, or them?"

Lola pointed to the gathered assembly, her question dripping with a noticeable disdain for the now relatively tiny populace. The callousness in her tone surprised Jennifer as she clenched her fists and furrowed her brow. While neither of them had outwardly expressed any desire to harm anybody, Jennifer knew Lola's capacity for cruelty. It wouldn't take much to set the fiery girl ablaze with anger, and Jennifer considered herself lucky that things were still as calm as they were. Carefully she considered how to proceed, fearing that even the mention of harming the dwindling residents might give Lola the insidious idea to throw her weight around, literally.

Before the conversation could worsen, a sleek, silver sports car came driving up from the alley behind The Jewel, honking its horn furiously as though it was trying to garner the attention of the two giantesses. Lola bent down to inspect the vehicle, her immense, growing tits swinging forward into a damaged street light as she leaned to reach for the tiny car. As though it were a pipe cleaner, the slender metal pole deformed as the unfathomable weight of Lola's bosom carelessly pressed into it, bending the streetlight to a breaking point. The pole snapped as the top of the fixture tumbled onto the hood of the expensive-looking silver sports car.

"Oops!" Lola half-heartedly joked.
"Gotta keep an eye these puppies."

As Lola giggled to herself, the driver of the car did not find the joke particularly funny. No sooner than the driver stepped out of the car did Lola recognize who it was. Reuben Greene, owner of The Jewel Of The Springs and Chairman of the DDMWL. Having made his way down to The Jewel to enjoy this year's Mudbrawl, Reuben was furious and confused as to why two of his most popular wrestlers were standing in the rubble of his club, almost fifty feet tall. The tiny Chairman exploded into a colourful cloud of expletives and obscenities at the pair, waving his arms wildly with each word that left his mouth. Jennifer squinted, struggling to make out the details of the man's tiny face before recognizing who it was. She had only met Reuben a few times in passing though she only ever knew him as "Mr. Greene". Looking at the utter mess that lay where The Jewel once stood, Jennifer began blushing out of embarrassment, feeling slightly guilty. Lola, however, was nonplussed.

"Oh. Hey, Reuben." Lola said flatly, peering down at the tiny Chairman. Unfazed, Reuben continued screaming obscenities at the two girls as though he stood a full head taller than both of them. Lola crouched to properly hear him out, holding her boobs in place carefully. Her massive face loomed over the distraught club owner, hot breath washing over him as Lola scowled silently while he continued his profane tirade against the two girls, barely giving himself enough space to inhale between words. Lola rolled her eyes, bored of whatever meagre threats her former boss could levy against her and Jennifer, instead focusing on the gleaming sports car that sat next to the wreckage.

"This looks fun." Lola said, reaching towards the tiny vehicle. With both hands, she hefted the vehicle up into the air, amazed at how light it felt to hold. Reuben threw his hands up with a yelp, pleading with Lola to return his car safely to the ground.

"Lola, put Mr. Greene's car down." Jennifer commanded calmly.

"Fuck. Off. Jennifer. Go get your own toy." Lola said, not taking her eyes off the car.
"Besides, I'm sure 'Mr. Greene' is fine with it, right, shrimp?" Lola said, cocking her head playfully as she looked down at the diminutive man who could only helplessly stared back.

"Thought so." Lola said, satisfied, turning her attention back to the car when she felt Jennifer's hand clamp onto her arm.

"I'm not kidding, Lola. Put the car down. Now!" Jennifer said, jerking Lola's arm slightly as she released her grip. Jennifer hoped she'd done enough to assert herself, but a small part of her knew Lola would never do what she asked. Lola wasted no time showing Jennifer how right she was, swinging the car viciously at Jennifer's head. The blow caught the towering blonde off guard, sending her tumbling backwards as her massive body tripped over the rubble of The Jewel and fell into the neighbouring building. Jennifer's shapely hips pressed into the side of the empty laundromat, caving in the outer wall as her upper half came to rest atop the roof, dazed as the building groaned under her growing mass. Returning to her prize, Lola was shocked to see a tiny woman leaning out of the window of the car, screaming for Reuben's help.

"Well, well, Rueb. Is this wife #3? Or another side chick?" Lola asked smugly. Feeling playful, she jilted the car in her hands, the shock and sudden movement causing the trapped woman to fall out of the open window. Quickly, Lola snatched the falling woman out of the air, dropping the silver sports car onto its roof with an oppressive CRASH.

"So this is why you were so worried about the car." Lola said, inspecting her new plaything. The young woman was terrified, her frightened tears streaking heavy makeup. A small trickle of blood ran down from her broken nose, likely suffered when Lola hit Jennifer with the car. The woman cowered, leaving Lola with a feeling of power and superiority that hefting a whole car into the air didn't give. She held a living, sentient thing. So completely was the fate of this tiny creature in her hands, powerless to do anything against her. Lola felt her knees wobble a little at the totality of the thought, her mind filling with all the fun things she could do with her new doll-sized captive. With a menacing smile, Lola inched a tremendous finger towards the terrified woman. She screamed for help, retreating from the encroaching digit only to find her feet at the edge of Lola's hand. She looked over her shoulder, seeing the concrete and rubble strewn along the ground twenty feet below and collapsed in tears on Lola's hand, realizing she was trapped.

"You're kinda cute. Way too young for a creep like Reuben." Lola said, grinning.
"Then again, I've never seen him hit on anybody older than 25 so I guess you're his type."

The young woman said nothing, too scared to even listen to Lola. Instead, she buried her face in her hands, sobbing profusely. Lola was fascinated, moving her hand to inspect every angle of her distraught toy, so completely focused on the terrified woman that she didn't notice Reuben below. Knowing that he couldn't reason with Lola, Reuben found the largest chunk of concrete he could lift, spiking the heavy jagged chunk into Lola's big toe.

"Ow! Fucker!" Lola shouted, jolting from the sudden pain as if she had stubbed her massive toe. As she flinched from the impact, her toy was flung into the air just as Reuben anticipated. He positioned himself to catch her, bracing for the impact. He wasn't a fit man and at his age, he wasn't in much shape to perform any kind of daring rescue. Still, Reuben stood, arms outstretched, desperate to catch his falling partner. They connected with a snap, the impact breaking one of Reuben's legs but rendering the hysterical girl unharmed. Just in time to see Lola's massive foot hovering above them both.

"That hurt, you little shit." Lola said, malice hanging off of every word.
"I hope this reunion was worth it because I'm tired of you, Reuben. I'm tired of this town. I'm tired of not getting what I want and none of you tiny pukes are gonna do anything about it anymore."

Her intentions clear, Lola began to step down. Her debris-addled foot, larger than her prey, descended slowly, giving Reuben and his partner plenty of time to witness their oncoming doom. The young woman looked away, crying into Reuben's chest while he merely stared in disbelief. He stared deeply into the pussy that could swallow him whole, watching a single drop run down Lola's thigh before closing his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

But, perhaps miraculously, the inevitable never came.

With a patter of heavy footfalls, Jennifer sprang forth from her dazed rest, leaping at Lola just in time to tackle the malevolent giantess to the ground with a tremendous THUD.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Jennifer yelled, struggling to restrain Lola.
Startled but unharmed, the young woman helped Reuben up on his unbroken leg. Fighting through the pain, Reuben limped as fast as he could and the pair of lovers disappeared into the shocked crowd of onlookers.

With a sharp flick of her arm, Lola elbowed Jennifer square in the face, forcing the blonde giantess to relinquish her hold. The two scrambled to stand, just in time to see police cruisers and a fire truck attempt to cut through the chaotic traffic and reach the scene. Wiping blood from her lip, Jennifer stared her opponent down, thankful that the authorities had arrived but readying herself all the same.

"You should have fucked off when you had the chance, you overgrown bitch!" Lola sneered, taking a step towards Jennifer and swiping at her head. Jennifer reeled back to dodge the incoming strike, realizing a second too late what Lola was truly aiming for. As she jolted backwards, Jennifer's long blonde hair swung towards Lola's outstretched hands. Quickly, the shorter giantess snatched a thick handful of hair and yanked harshly, pulling Jennifer in for a sneaky, devastating knee to the gut. Jennifer collapsed, winded. The resulting force sending a ripple throughout the ground. As she lay, gasping for air, Jennifer smirked, feeling a small tinge of reassurance. Even now, in all of this madness, Lola's underhanded tactics hadn't changed. As she fell, she could even swear she heard the cheering of the crowd as though this were just any other fight night at The Jewel. Her heart was pounding, her breathing was heavy, as was Lola's. Shaken, but not out, Jennifer stood up to Lola once again.

"I won't let you hurt anyone." Jennifer declared, standing defiantly. All pretences of smugness had left Lola's face. Her usual cocky demeanour absent, stone cold seriousness in its place.

"That piece of shit had it coming for a long time." Lola said through gritted teeth.
"But I mean it, Jenny. Nobody is gonna get in my way anymore, especially these mites."

The two stood silently, staring each other down in anticipation of the next move when Lola spoke again.

"And don't pretend you're so high-and-mighty, bitch. I saw what you did to the ref in there." Lola said, pointing to the rubble at their feet. Jennifer was taken aback, unaware of what Lola was referring to.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" Jennifer asked, confused. Lola's trademark smirk returned to her face.

"You backhanded the little fucker clear across the room. Snapped his limpdick little neck like a pretzel when I was on top of you." Lola explained, stifling a laugh.

Jennifer froze. The colour in her face draining as she thought about what Lola was saying. Was it true? If it was, it was an accident, she never meant to hurt anybody. And Lola was smothering her at the time, she had no idea what was happening. It wasn't her fault. No, it couldn't have been. It was Lola's. If it even happened at all. Lola was a lying bitch, she could be making it all up.

"Giants. Please desist and surrender. Failure to comply with be met with force." A booming voice commanded. In the midst of the scuffle, a row of tiny police officers had made their way to the front of the crowd, barricading the scene as they hopelessly tried to regain some semblance of order. The officer issuing the command cleared her throat as she clicked off the microphone, nervously anticipating the next action from the two titans. Jennifer knew she heard something, but she didn't register what or who was speaking, as if flies were buzzing around her ear. The implication that she had killed somebody washed over her like a tidal wave of awful feelings that swirled around her head, needing something to be directed at. Something to channel the awful feelings into. Jennifer's pale face regained its colour, then became flush with, red with rage. Lola, enjoying a hearty laugh at Jennifer's expense, briefly saw a shift in her blonde rival's demeanour. Her unassuming and mousey nature being overtaken by a furious rage that Lola had never seen before. Without words, Jennifer broke off, full sprint towards Lola. The fiery-haired wrestler was unprepared for the incoming assault and the two collided with tremendous impact as Jennifer wrapped her arms around Lola and kept running, stomping down the street as she effortlessly carried her opponent away in a blind frenzy before slamming her forcefully into a two storey hotel at the end of the block. Lola sank into the crumpled building, her heavy growing form causing the upper level to buckle under her weight, sending the entire structure collapsing to the ground with Lola deliriously laying atop the ruined hotel. Jennifer prepared to continue her assault on her stunned opponent, stopping only when the buzzing of flies returned. She turned to see several armed cops running towards the two giantesses, ready to fire. As they approached, Jennifer saw the damage she had done to the street, her heavy footfalls cratering the road and leaving one vehicle completely flattened. She had no recollection of even stepping on the car and she desperately prayed the vehicle unoccupied, fearing that she may have accidentally taken another life. Looking back at Lola as she lay in the demolished remains of a building, Jennifer began to panic even further.

"Please, I didn't mean to hurt anybody!" Jennifer pleaded.
"I don't want to be like this, I just want to be normal again!"

She dropped to her knees, submitting to the police as they arrived. Somewhere, deep inside, she knew they had no power over her. She knew they had no authority. She knew they couldn't help her, but she did her best to shake those thoughts from her mind, hoping that they could at least get her and Lola to someone that could reverse this growth.

"I don't want to hurt you." Jennifer said, bowing her head to the approaching officers. They continued cautiously, weapons drawn, a few of them radioing for advice on how to proceed with the giant perps to the bewilderment of the dispatch. The woman with the megaphone began to speak.

"Giants. By the authority of Hope County, I am placing you both under arrest. Please follow us to HQ, no sudden movements."

They were scared, perhaps more so than Jennifer. Some simply stared, taking in the awe of Lola and Jennifer. The officer making the arrest shook with uncertainty as the tiny officers continued to circle the pair of growing women. Jennifer felt her heart pounding as Lola began moving behind her when she felt a tightness in her chest. The same tightness she felt in The Jewel. The tightness that accompanied a growth spurt. Lola stood, only to double over, reeling from the same feeling.

"GET BACK! ALL OF YOU! PLEASE!" Jennifer shouted as the warmth overtook her, her skin vibrating with the familiar mix of pleasure and pain as her whole body begin to swell before the eyes of the assembled police force. Bugeyed, the tiny cops stared as the two woman grew, gaining tens of feet by the second as they shot up and outward. Lola tumbled backwards, utterly demolishing the rest of the hotel as her wide hips and thighs pushed into the neighbouring buildings while Jennifer lurched forward, her growing breasts looming over the officers like heavy mountains of doom. In unison the two girls moaned, the euphoric mix of discomfort, pain, pleasure, and fear overtaking their every thought as the officers began to retreat.


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Cupping his hands over his eyes, José squinted against the setting sun.

"They're getting bigger, Bev. And fast." The genetic engineer said solemnly.

Dr. Beverly Perkins silently watched from their vantage point as her life's work continued to wreak havoc on the unsuspecting town.

"What the hell is happening, when is it gonna stop?" José asked, nervously turning to the stoic scientist.

"The data Grant was working on yielded some interesting results." She said.
"As the Compound mixes with living cells, it latently increases mass, but organisms with cardiovascular systems saw hastened growth whenever they experience rigorous physical activity. If your bimbos keep slapping each other around, they're going to keep growing way past our projected limits." Beverly said, coldly.

José cleared his throat as Beverly turned to look at him, practically feeling her icy glare landing upon him.

"And as for how big they'll get, I have no idea but it's more than likely that we're not safe here. Get in." She said, opening the driver side door of the beaten 4-door sedan. José reluctantly turned to his former boss as she stared expectantly. Sighing a resigned sigh, he climbed in as the engine roared to life and the two sped off in a hurry, the silhouette of two growing goddesses fading with the sun.

"Whaddya mean 'they're getting bigger'?" The voice over the radio asked incredulously.

"You heard me! They're flattening the whole damn block!" The distressed officer replied between heavy breaths as the entire squad retreated to their cruisers.
"This is way, WAY above our pay grade, Sheriff!"

Back at HQ, the Sheriff slumped over his desk, head in hand, unsure of how to proceed. When the news first broke about the disturbance downtown, nearly every single dispatcher laughed it off as a prank. Giant women wreaking havoc like something straight out of a 50's sci-fi B-movie. But now, even from the secure walls of the Hope County Police Headquarters a few miles away, the trembling of the earth could be felt as the two woman continued to grow. A bottle of rye whiskey gently shook on the shelf behind the Sheriff's desk, it's half-empty contents rocking rhythmically. Taking a deep breath, the exasperated Sheriff silently considered the next move.

"Boss, what do we do?!" The officer on scene cried. The Sheriff reached for the radio, pausing briefly to consider the order before letting out a tired sigh.

"Get any civvies out of there. We'll dispatch all units to hold a 10 block perimeter while I get the national guard on the horn. Let's pray they don't laugh me off the phone and if they can't do anything, god help us all."

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Jennifer felt ready to vomit. Even on her hands and knees, the dizzying change in perspective happened abruptly as her and Lola Blaze suffered from the latest explosive growth spurt. The ones that had come before had all been small, almost controlled, but this burst of height was almost five times as potent. Her head spinning, Jennifer groaned as the world buzzed like saw blades in her mind, her crouching form sprawling outward, clearing everything out of the intersection with Herculean ease as her arms and legs lurched into the street. Lola, while still struggling, had a much easier time stomaching the violent episode, having been left dazed from Jennifer's prior attack. She expanded out of the hotel and into the neighbouring buildings, smashing through them without a hint of resistance. Panicked people poured from the entrances in droves as Lola's hips bulldozed into the downtown businesses, her upper half creeping towards more dwindling structures. Jennifer felt the rush of their growth fade, the world beginning to focus slowly as the two titanesses began to stabilize. Plumes of dust and smoke rose high into the air as the destruction ground to a momentary halt. Carefully, Jennifer rose, standing at her new height of 215 feet. Hope Springs wasn't the biggest town, it's sizeable downtown sector sprawling multiple square miles, but Jennifer could clearly see over almost everything in the city, clear into the Californian countryside.

"F..fuck me." Jennifer mouthed silently, doing her best to keep her stomach settled. The new vantage point was breathtaking, giving Jennifer the feeling of staring out a high rise apartment balcony. It was a view she could find herself getting used to if the situation wasn't so harrowing. Behind her, Lola began to stir, hoping to find some leverage among the shifting rubble to help her to her feet. The tattooed giantess rested a hand atop the roof of a damaged building, placing her weight upon the weakened structure as she attempted to hoist herself up. Holding for a second, the ruined building buckled and collapsed, sending Lola tumbling to the ground with a colossal THUD that shook the earth with tremendous force, rattling windows and tripping car alarms all across town.

"Shitty fuckin' thing!" Lola cursed, scraping her knee upon the rubble as she fell. Jennifer turned, witnessing her foe stumble atop the shifting piles of debris as if she were standing on a floor full of marbles. Stifling a laugh, the blonde giantess considered offering Lola a hand, pausing for a moment as she took a step towards the struggling giantess when something caught her attention.

Cresting the hill, a lone, brightly painted news helicopter soared lazily towards the scene. As it approached, Jennifer noticed the masses of people flocking to investigate the commotion themselves on foot. Even in the digital age, it seemed the news that two giant women busting up town hadn't fully broken yet, something that was sure to change soon as the helicopter began to climb, hovering well above the giant wrestlers' reach. Jennifer grimaced, watching the chopper circle the ruined intersection, likely reporting live to one of the local stations. As it circled, Jennifer felt the compulsion to once again cover her naked form from the leering eyes that may be watching. Or, at the very least, she'd save an editor some time censoring the broadcast. A small part of her wanted to give in to the temptation and preserve as much modesty as she could but she relented, merely crossing her arms across her slowly expanding chest, too exhausted to care. As the news helicopter continued to watch silently in the sky, Jennifer felt a lone reassurance. For the first time since she moved to California, she was grateful that she left her family back on the east coast. If she was lucky, her parents wouldn't get an eyeful of her and Lola's antics on the evening news till at least tomorrow. But she wouldn't hold her breath. Letting out a troubled sigh, she pulled her attention away from the hovering chopper, ready to help Lola out of the rubble when, suddenly.

SMASH.

As if on cue, a large chunk of masonry collided with tail of the aircraft. The chopper began to spiral out of control, plummeting toward the earth like an expensive rock.

"Direct hit! Fuckin' A! Can you believe they cut me from my highschool baseball team?" Lola cheered, standing behind Jennifer, another chunk of concrete in hand and ready to volley.

"Lola, what the fuck?!" Jennifer cried, watching the helicopter spin violently as the pilot wrestled with the controls, fighting to safely land the craft.

"What? Those vultures need to learn to respect my privacy." Lola declared indignantly.

Jennifer's mind raced as she followed the falling helicopter, watching its trajectory. If she was quick enough, she could intercept the chopper and catch it before it hit the ground, saving the crew. Jennifer attempted to break off in a sprint, feeling Lola latch on to her arm and restrain her.

"You better stay right here, Jenny. Don't you fucking dare help them." Lola threatened, twisting the blonde giantess's arm. Losing precious time, Jennifer deftly kicked Lola in the stomach, breaking free as she turned to run as fast as she could. Her new height afforded her plenty of speed as Jennifer easily sprinted towards the falling helicopter, being careful of the world below her as she hastily stomped her way through town. Approaching the plummeting aircraft, Jennifer braced herself to catch when she felt something strike her neck. A chunk of concrete, thrown by Lola, pelted the blonde giantess, stunning her as she momentarily lost control and began to fall. Jennifer locked her eyes on the helicopter, stretching her arms out ahead as she dove to make the catch, hoping for the best.

Hundreds of people watched as she fell, arms reaching towards the falling craft. Time itself seemed to slow to a halt as the 200ft giantess soared through the air for a few magnificent moments before landing with a tremendous and terrible thud. The earth shook violently, shooting torrents of dust and debris high into the air, obscuring the vision of the worried onlookers, the fate of the aircraft unknown.

Jennifer winced in pain, feeling a soreness where she had landed. While she remained unharmed, the ground beneath her had been devastated. The soft asphalt and concrete cracked and cratered under the massive force brought down upon it. She couldn't see, her golden hair draped over her face messily, but she felt the helicopter in her hands, the rotor still slowly spinning.

"Thank god." She thought, breathing a deep sigh of relief. Perhaps it was the adrenaline that coursed through her, but the novelty of holding a multi-tonne helicopter in her hands was the last thing on Jennifer's mind, feeling thankful that she had managed to intercept the crash in time. Unfortunately, the immediate relief didn't last, washed away with oncoming dread as she heard the heavy footfalls of Lola coming up behind her.

"Maybe I'm not the only one with a future career in baseball." Lola laughed, tossing another chunk of concrete into the air and absentmindedly catching it.
"That was quite the play, Jenny. I'm honestly impressed."

Jennifer said nothing, letting out a meagre groan as she turned over to face her rival, being sure to carefully handle the delicate aircraft as she repositioned. Now on her back, Jennifer's curvaceous form blocked the entirety of the road as she just barely nestled in-between the buildings on either side of the street, expanding closer and closer towards them with each passing second. Through her mess of blonde hair that covered her face, Jennifer stared up at the tattooed giantess as she seemed to trail on for miles. Although the two were proportionally no different than before they grew, Lola seemed to loom menacingly above her as she stood amongst the tiny backdrop of Hope Springs. As if the entire sky was filled with the oppressive visage of this cruel, fiery-haired goddess of destruction that was now staring down upon her. From her angle, Lola looked over Jennifer with an almost sadistic glee as though she were a cat that had just trapped a mouse. The dive had scraped up Jennifer's abdomen and left a bit of road rash along her thighs and chest, but the most interesting thing to Lola lay in her prey's hands.

"You stupid bitch." Lola said with a chuckle.
"I bet you're real glad you went to help now, huh?"

With a delicate hand, Jennifer brushed away the wall of hair that blocked her vision, continuing to stare intently at her rival. She didn't know what kind of mind game Lola was working now, but she wouldn't let her win.

"I'll do it as many times as I have to. And if I have to kick your ass, I will." Jennifer challenged, doing her best to sound threatening. Lola merely laughed, knowing fully that she had the upper hand.

"I'll bet. You must feel like a real superhero, WonderClutz." Lola said, her face painted with a Cheshire grin as she pointed a broken fingernail towards Jennifer's hands.

Cautiously, Jennifer looked down, her eyes darting back at Lola on the chance that she might have a trick up her sleeve. Nevertheless, she opened her hands to see what Lola was pointing to. It took a moment for her to register what she was looking at. Perhaps a mix of hopeful optimism and her hair covering her face clouded her perception to a point where she didn't notice. Maybe she did and just refused to accept the truth.

"Oh... oh no." Jennifer gasped, horrified at what she now saw. In her hands, the hull of the helicopter lay crumpled, it's lightweight frame completely warped and deformed by her powerful hands as though it were a ball of tinfoil. It's glass windscreens shattered outward, showing no signs of life present anywhere onboard, only twisted, jagged metal. She felt a drip in her hand as various hydraulic fluids, coolants, and fuels began trickling out of the crumpled hull, running down the length of her arm as though it was the lifeblood of the helicopter crew staining her hands.

Lola watched silently, enjoying every tormented second her rival endured as she came to accept that she had killed the people onboard the news helicopter. Looking around, the smug giantess saw the mortified crowds still watching, eyes glued to the most incredible thing they've ever witnessed.

"Don't worry, you little pricks!" Lola announced.
"The mighty Harpy is going to save you all from the big bad Lola, just make sure you don't go near her feet!"

She doubled over in laughter, howling at her own perceived hilarity. The enraptured crowd shuddered with every booming word, knowing full well their safety was no longer guaranteed.

Jennifer, however, did not know how to feel. She was overcome with so many prevailing emotions that her head began to spin again. Guilt, sadness, rage, hatred, fear, and...

Nothingness.

She knew she felt guilty for not being able to save the helicopter crew, and she felt a deep-seated rage bubbling within as Lola continued to mock her so cruelly. But, most troubling of all, a part of Jennifer felt nothing. As if what had just happened was ultimately inconsequential. As if she shouldn't care. While she wrestled with these thoughts subconsciously, this was the first time the blonde goddess actively acknowledged that dark thought for what it was. A growing sense of apathy? A desire for control and power? The wanting of more?

No. This wasn't her. Lola's madness must have been getting the better of her, she thought. Choking back tears, Jennifer silenced the worrisome thoughts, turning her attention back to her rival.

"How could you, Lola? How can you be ok with this.. this nightmare?" Jennifer asked quietly, cradling the battered helicopter.
"How could you want to hurt people like this?"

Lola considered the question for a moment, if only to devise an answer that would hurt her rival the most before landing on a decisive remark.

"It's really quite simple, Jenny. Im big, they're not. If they end up under my feet, it's because they were too stupid or weak to get out of the way." She explained coldly, her malicious grin returning.
"Besides, I highly doubt whoever's in your shiny hunk of metal died when I hit threw that rock. Pilots train for emergency landings all the time! Who knows? They might've been fine without your help, but you helped anyway and now those itty bitty mites are dead."

As each venomous word left her mouth, Lola made sure to emphasize every aspect of Jennifer's failure complete with an animated gesture of tears falling down her face. Having heard enough, Jennifer began to stand herself up only for Lola to firmly plant her foot her rival's slowly-softening abdomen, pinning her in place. Jennifer sputtered as the intense blow to her midsection shocked her system. Gasping for air, Jennifer writhed in pain, wrapping her arms around her attacker's legs hoping to somehow turn the tide. Lola laughed, watching her adversary thrash helplessly as she applied more and more pressure to Jennifer's stomach, noting the strange and sudden lack of muscle definition where here once was some. Putting her full weight down, Lola pumped her foot, stepping in a malevolent rhythm as Jennifer cried out in pain. The fearful onlookers covered their ears in distress as the giantess's powerful cry hit like a sonic boom, rattling the very world around her. Growing tired of her game, Lola reared up for one final step, readying herself to violently bring her terrible foot down on Jennifer's head in a messy curbstomp.

"Nighty night, Super-Skank!" Lola called, her foot raised high into the air, hanging like a sledgehammer ready to meet a railway spike. The brief reprieve was all Jennifer needed, however, identifying the opportunity as the perfect time to strike back. Instinctively, Jennifer's arm shot out towards the row of buildings lining the street, digging deeply into the facade of a business before violently tearing upwards sending a volley of debris flying towards Lola's unprotected face. Caught by surprise, Lola began to lose balance, fighting to regain her footing and try again when Jennifer snapped up, pouncing upon her. The compressed metal ball, the once pristine news helicopter, the object that had caused so much grief and guilt, fell to the earth in a shower of sparks, forgotten as it ignited the volatile fuel that had spilled forth, creating a massive wall of flame behind the battling beauties.

------

Dr. Beverly Perkins walked with purpose, hurrying through the security doors of the secluded research facility towards her laboratory, José Alvarez in tow. Rounding the corners of the sterile hallways as the overhead lights flickered slightly, the ground shaking mildly beneath their feet, Beverly paused. The secure bulkhead of the laboratory was open. They were not alone. Taking a few cautious-yet-determined steps, Beverly entered, peeking her head around the large open room before a voice called out.

"Doctors Alvarez and Perkins, I presume?" The mysterious voice asked cheerily. The computer chair at Beverley's desk swung around revealing a somewhat mousey looking woman sitting comfortably, 9mm handgun drawn and pointed at the two.

"I'm technically an undergrad!" José explained, throwing his hands up. The mysterious woman chuckled, baffled by the sudden semantics as she stood up from the chair.

"Whatever, that's far enough. On your knees, hands on your head." She said, beginning to approach, two pairs of handcuffs at the ready.

"I'm agent Theresa Nguyen, FBI. You two are under arrest." She declared, her laminated badge glinting in the soft light of the laboratory.

"This is preposterous! What for?! And how did you get in here? This is a secure government facility!" Beverly inquired defiantly. The agent smirked, still approaching.

"I'm a fed, Doctor. I work for the government. And so far, for you, we have interfering with a federal investigation by aiding and abetting a wanted criminal. We can add resisting arrest to the list if you want." Agent Nguyen said coyly before turning to José.

"As for Mr. Alvarez, we have conspiracy to commit bioterrorism and attempted trafficking of unregulated hazardous materials."

Suddenly, the dim lights flickered as the earth quietly trembled. Beakers and jars rattled on the shelves as the laboratory subtlety shook as Agent Nguyen braced herself on a nearby desk.

"Wait." Beverly said, reminded by the mild tremor.
"Those are the only charges against us?"

"That's the most incriminating way you could have asked that, Bev." José chimed in, feeling Beverly's icy stare fall upon the back of his head.

"He's right." Agent Nguyen said.
"Makes ya sound super guilty. At the moment, those are all the charges we can confirm but my partner, Agent Katz, hasn't reported in since after you and him had your little meeting. We can't prove anything but you, Mr. Alvarez, the prime suspect of this case, were the last person to see or speak to him before I lost contact. Certainly doesn't look good for you." She said, matter-of-factly.

"The Well-Gen rep at the titty bar. Son of a bitch, it was a sting from the beginning." José said, slumping his shoulders in frustration as he mentally connected the dots.

"So you haven't heard from him in a while?" Beverly inquired.

"Not for about an hour, no." The Agent answered grimly. The raven-haired scientist furrowed her brow and dropped her arms.

"Then you don't know what happened in Hope Springs, do you?" She asked. Agent Nguyen, confused by the inquiry, lowered her weapon briefly, caught off guard by the ominous-sounding question.

"What the hell are you talking about, lady?" Nguyen asked. Dr. Beverly Perkins crossed her arms, exhaling sharply.

"What I'm about to tell you is going to sound absolutely crazy but you have to believe me. I'm the only person that can put a stop this."

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The downtown core of Hope Springs had become somewhat congested in the ensuing chaos. The streets turned to a sea of flashing police sirens and panicked people as curious residents out on the town came flooding to see the commotion and then summarily flee, leaving all roads in and out thoroughly backed up while the veritable army of police futilely tried two control the situation. The two titanesses continued to brawl, still slowly growing as their feud mercilessly spilled out into the surrounding area.

Jennifer charged forth, grappling Lola with expert precision as she used her momentum to toss the now 240ft mountain of a woman clear into the next street over. Lola crashed violently into an office building almost half as tall as she was, stunned. Not wasting any precious time, Jennifer hopped into the accompanying street, preparing to follow up on her attack and put Lola in her place. She would waste no time. Strike now while she had the chance and knock Lola out cold, keeping her from harming anyone else while she waited for someone to come and fix this nightmare.

Lola, sore and battered, heard Jennifer coming and knew full well she was in no shape to counter the incoming attack. As she lay prone next to the ruined office, she furiously looked around to decide a plan, desperate to find anything that would give her a shot at regaining control of the fight when her eyes fell upon a small green minivan trapped between her enormous breasts.

"What are the odds of that?" Lola thought, marvelling at the incredibly convenient placement and timing of the hapless vehicle. The road had become completely blocked as Lola's upper half sprawled across all open lanes of traffic, spelling doom for the unfortunate drivers stuck in the gridlock. Still, as the terrified driver of the van began to go into shock from the near-death experience of a giant woman falling from the sky, she considered herself relatively lucky compared to the cars ahead and behind her that almost certainly met their untimely end under Lola's unfathomably huge tits. For a nanosecond, the two disparately-sized women stared at each other, the driver contemplating her fate, recalling the T-Rex scene from Jurrassic Park while Lola considered her play. Hearing that Jennifer was almost upon her, the tattooed giantess snatched the minivan up and quickly turned to face her opponent as she arrived

"Don't move, or I'll crush this shit like an empty Palm Bay." Lola threatened, slowly tightening her grip on the van as the frame began to creak in protest. Inside, the petrified driver pounded on the windows for some kind of help. Jennifer came to a dead stop, gritting her teeth.

"Put. It. Down. Lola." Jennifer commanded fiercely. She had had enough of Lola's games, wanting only to end the conflict as soon as possible. A part of her knew better than to let Lola try whatever underhanded scheme she was plotting, but the fact remained. Lola had a human hostage and only Jennifer could save the tiny person from her malicious clutches.

"If you say so, bitch." The tattooed giantess said, underhand tossing the van in Jennifer's direction. She figured as much, telling herself that It wouldn't be like last time, it couldn't be. Like a hawk, she followed the tumbling minivan, gently catching it in her hands before delicately placing it safely on a rooftop. There was no time to return the van to the ground, Lola had taken the opportunity to stand up swinging as she threw a wild haymaker at Jennifer. the blonde giantess had been expecting such a move. With lightning reflexes, Jennifer caught Lola's flying fist, clamping her hand tightly around the now inert knuckle sandwich.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that to catch me with your bullshit." Jennifer said sternly, her intense eyes locked on Lola's as she began to press forward, overpowering the red-head. Without warning, Jennifer wound up and swung a vicious back-handed slap across Lola's face. Reeling in pain, Lola tried stepped back, her hand still locked in Jennifer's vicelike grip as the aspiring wrestler pulled her back in, spinning the large girl around for a choke hold. The two colossal girls fell to the ground as Jennifer wrapped her arms tightly around Lola's neck and began to squeeze.

"No mud to help you slip out of this one, bitch. This hold's for real." Jennifer grunted, keeping her grip tight around her foe. Lola scraped and swiped at Jennifer's arms, hoping to pull them away, finding herself unable to break free of the solid hold. She began to panic, her heart beating like a war drum in a steady, quickening pace. And then, she felt the familiar warmth.

Jennifer felt it too, her blood running cold as she knew what came next. Desperately, she held on to Lola, trying to keep her pinned, but the sensation that began to run through her veins became unbearable, as if all control was slowly seeping away. Jennifer released her grip, dropping Lola to her knees as she gasped for air amidst the increasing euphoria. Jennifer stumbled, bracing herself on a nearby building, feeling every inch of her smooth, tanned skin begin to stretch. Electricity seemed to flow through their bodies as the growth began anew, tingling and exciting every nerve in their hot, sweaty, expanding bodies as their curves filled out and their height shot up. It was a sensory overload unlike anything any human being had ever felt, every pleasure centre, every pain receptor, every synapse and cell in their titanic bodies ignited with thunderous activity.

"N-no-oohhh!" Jennifer moaned as pleasure and pain mixed into one powerful, ethereal feeling that surged within her mighty form as she fought to suppress the burgeoning growth from within. Her mass continued to increase, her curves swelling and fattening thicker with each second until the building she was using to support herself on reached its limit, crumbling to pieces as the blonde giantess shot past 300ft with no signs of her growth slowing.

"Yes.. YES!" Lola screamed. While Jennifer tried to fight off the growth spurt, Lola happily welcomed the oncoming transformation, savouring every second as her body continued to dominate the pitiful street below. Every inch of Lola reverberated with mischievous glee as her form filled out, thickening and growing into the puny buildings, cars, and people as she steamrolled over everything beneath her. She felt powerful, and from that power she derived pleasure. Unapologetically, the tattooed goddess's left hand began to caress her rock-hard clit, shuddering with each slow, careful, masterful stroke, timed to the rhythmic pulsing that came from within.

The two titanesses writhed sporadically, continuing to grow as they decimated the entire downtown core, sprawling outward in every direction as they shot past 600ft. Lola, not wanting to waste another second, plunged two fingers deep into her wet pussy as she continued to massage her clit. Upping the speed and intensity, the cruel giantess bucked wildly, sending powerful shockwaves reverberating throughout the earth below. Nearby, Jennifer could feel the wetness present within her wanting cunt, trying desperately to stave off the urge to debase herself so publicly. Though she tried to fight it, amidst the deafening euphoria, Jennifer wanted release. She wanted to be sated and subconsciously found her hand pinching her hard nipples, each larger than even the largest person on earth. Jennifer wanted to be fucked right there, as if some Titan were to descend from Olympus itself and satisfy her carnal cravings. She hadn't had a good fuck in months, her usual tindr hookups leaving her out to dry and the sensation of growing was already hundreds of times more pleasurable than any partner she'd ever had. Her head spinning, the world shrinking, Jennifer took a brief glance at her rival happily masturbating on top of the city they were demolishing and could no longer think straight.

As if under a spell, a trance, Jennifer's actions were no longer her own. Her hands began to glide along her curvaceous form, tracing every new inch of soft skin as she carressed her massive body. Standing on her knees, she watching the dwindling world below with a vapid awe as if, for a moment, nothing was real. Her wandering hand lingered on her growing breasts, kneading and squeezing the expanding flesh forcefully as she bit her lip. The world was her playground, and if no God would come down from the heavens to fuck her, than she would have to make do with what she had available to her. Carelessly, Jennifer moved towards the tallest building nearby, sizing it up. It just barely met her navel, a bit too big for what she wanted but it's corners jutted out in such a way that caught her lust-filled eye. She positioned herself, crouching slightly as she lowered herself into the corner of the rooftop, her gigantic clitoris pressing firmly into the building. To the giantess's surprise, the meagre building withstood the brunt of her weight as she descended upon it, giving the structure a few quick test-humps before she began to grind upon he poor building. Growing past 700ft, the once prudish aspiring professional wrestler dominated the skyline of Hope Springs, subjugating one of the tallest buildings in town to be her mere plaything as the glorious blonde goddess rode the crumbling tower voraciously, her deafening moans resonating for miles.

Further down the street, Lola had come across a toy of her own. Rounding the wrong corner, a hapless city bus came to a screeching halt as the her massive voluptuous form completely enveloped the world in front of it.

"I haven't had a bus ride in a long time!" Lola cooed, gently grabbing the vehicle before coating it with thick layer of her pussy juice. Her accelerated growth meant she had no time to lose as the bus seemed to shrink right before her very eyes. Aligning just so, Lola pressed the commuter vehicle into her wet cunt, bucking deeply as she slid the poor bus in farther and farther before beginning to pump. After the first few pumps, the bus became a mangled heap of metal, too small to be felt, but Lola didn't seem to care. Happily content to massage her clit and drive the bus in and out of her cavernous pussy, Lola threw her head back in bliss. It wasn't the sensation of being fucked, it was, as always with Lola, the power trip. She pondered the fate of the people aboard the bus, how many of them there was, where they were going. She enjoyed thinking about the last thing they saw, the pink, slimy walls of her dark, hot pussy. Being lucid in this moment of absolute godlike power turned the red-haired giantess on more than any sexual fantasy she could ever conceive. As the pair grew past 800ft, Lola continued to masturbate, feeling her climax draw closer and closer, as the world around her grew smaller and smaller.

Jennifer continued to ride her tower, having grown far too large for the poor building to support. Slowly, the entire structure begin to crumble from the foundation up before shattering into rubble. Collapsing to the ground with a mighty THUD, Jennifer began to rub her clit furiously, chasing an orgasm that seemed to be closing in. She didn't seem to notice that she levelled and entire building with nothing but her clitoris, or perhaps she didn't care. The blinding pleasure that ran through her electrified body was all-encompassing, in this moment there was nothing else. No Lola, no Hope Springs, just Jennifer. Hefting a enormous tit to her mouth, Jennifer began to suckle violently, nibbling intermittently as she continued to rub her clit like there was no tomorrow. Both women crested 900ft as the sensation that coursed through their veins reached its peak. Almost in unison the two goddesses came, both bucking and moaning and gasping together as they shared the greatest, most intense orgasm either of them ever had, the biggest the world has ever seen.

Already on her back, Lola lazily lounged atop the ruined district, absentmindedly fondling her heavy bosom as she took a minute to catch her breath. Jennifer fell forward, panting heavily as she rested amidst the ruins of the once-vibrant city centre. As the glow of their sexual rapture slowly dimmed, so to did the warmth, the buzz, the strange feeling that had overtaken them since the night began. Jennifer could no longer feel her body changing, growing. The tingling sensation had gone and the growth seemed to stop leaving the two well over 900ft tall. Never one for estimates, Jennifer tried to conceive of exactly how large her and Lola could possibly be but with no landmarks tall enough or still standing to compare with, the blonde giantess was at a loss for specific details. Everything around then was completely reduced to dust, the downtown core totally obliterated by their latest growth spurt. And while the two hadn't moved very far physically, their lust-fuelled romp registered on seismographs as far as Canada with the immediate damage having become clear. Every neighbourhood and district adjacent to downtown had been rocked, the weaker structures collapsing in the ensuing earthquakes. As Jennifer came down from the intense sexual high, she began to internalize the scope of the destruction they had wrought, ashamed at what she had become. Lola, meanwhile, was having no such crisis of conscience, happily content with the mess the two of them had made.

"This is so fucked up." Jennifer said, quietly. A silent stream of tears began to run down her dirtied face. As she sobbed, Lola rose from her bed of debris, turning to look at her saddened adversary.

"Christ, Jenny. I almost forgot you were here." Lola said callously. Jennifer said nothing, continuing to sob, face in hands.

"Don't tell me you still give a shit about them." Lola barked.
"You've probably flattened more of them with your fat ass than you've even seen, get over it! Literally, you're above them!"

Lola's words stung Jennifer. She saw the truth in all of it, but she didn't want to accept any of it.

"You're insane." Jennifer sobbed. Lola blinked for a second before standing, looming over Jennifer as she knelt, crying."

"Oh, I'm insane? Big bad Bitchzilla, am I?" Lola asked, stepping towards Jennifer.
"Maybe I'm insane, but I'm not fucking delusional, Jennifer! Look at us! Why on earth would anyone want to go back to that, when we have tasted this." Lola said, pointing at the world below in relation to the two of them. Jennifer stood up, knees weak and trembling, facing Lola as the tattooed girl continued to approach.

"They're going to fix us, Lola. They're going to fix this and I don't know what'll happen to you if you keep trying to hurt people." Jennifer said weakly. Lola scoffed, pointing a tattooed finger at Jennifer, driving it forcefully into her chest.

"You don't even believe that yourself, do you?!" Lola countered. "Who will fix us, huh? Nobody! They'll try to kill us before they even think about helping because they can't help us! And I'm not going to let them get me when I can get them first."

"Then I'll stop you!" Jennifer shouted, her voice breaking.
"I'll defend these people for as long as you threaten them, you whore!"

A cool breeze blew across the bare skin of the two colossal women as Jennifer saw the hatred in Lola's eyes ignite.

"And THAT is why you're delusional, Jennifer. You want to stop me? Go ahead, but how many people will you hurt in the process? You can't help anybody, you're a gajillion miles tall! We're walking atom bombs and no matter how goodie-goodie you try to be, you're a killer whether you like it or not!"

Jennifer stood in stunned silence. Lola's rant piercing right into her heart.

"This is the first time in my life, I've been given an opportunity. Real power! I'm not throwing it away, but if you want to, feel free. This town is literally not big enough for the both of us and if you care so much about those little freaks, then you can die with them!"

As Lola finished her tirade, she grabbed at her unprepared rival and tossed her aside into a residential area. While an evacuation effort had begun, the streets were littered with people coming and going that now found the fight had been brought to them. Jennifer scrambled to recover, standing up to find Lola already upon her bringing her hands down over her head in a devastating double axe-handle. Jennifer took the blow to the head, dropping to the ground like an anchor. Dazed, all the blonde giantess could see was the dirtied feet of her enemy fast approaching as Lola prepared a swift kick to Jennifer's head.

"Go fuck yourself, you stuck up bitch!" Lola screamed, booting her helpless opponent square in the jaw. The attack was vicious, blinding Jennifer for a few seconds.

"All that talk about wanting to be a big shot wrestler and this is all you've got?" Lola jeered, rolling Jennifer into her back with a quick prodding of her foot.
"Well, in a parlance that you'll understand, it's time for the finisher."

Once again, Lola raised her foot high above Jennifer's dazed head, ready to stomp her lights out. As the sun drifted farther and farther out of the sky, the twilight of the destruction wreathed Lola in a golden halo of fiery light as though she was the living embodiment of death itself. The scared citizens watched as the goddess of destruction prepared to finish her foe, dropping her foot a quick as greased lightning when, suddenly, Jennifer caught Lola's descending leg, straining to halt its momentum and fling the curvaceous girl away.

"Fuck off!" Lola said, losing balance as she stood on one leg, the other jostled about in Jennifer's strong grasp. The mighty red-head began to lose balance, tumbling backwards into a man-made lake that sat in the middle of the neighbourhood, completely emptying its contents as torrented of water were displaced in every direction. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jennifer quickly jumped to her feet. Sore, battered, and tired, Jennifer wiped the blood from her face as she adapted a readied stance. Lola floundered in the lake, demolishing scores of houses as she frantically fought to stand again, seeing her opponent now ready to rumble. Standing tall enough to tear down the heavens, the two goddesses stood opposed as the weary citizens watched in fear, their battle beginning anew.

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"What could possibly be taking him this long?" Letitia thought as she sat in the darkened Movie theatre. It felt like an hour had passed since her boyfriend had run out to use the bathroom, surely even the longest lines wouldn't have held him up this much. She was getting worried, her boyfriend was so excited to see this movie, the latest summer blockbuster about some big prehistoric lizard fighting a giant ape. Letitia didn't care for it, but her boyfriend spent a lot of money putting this date together, going in on the full 4D movie experience complete with booming, bassy sound system and the fancy chairs that moved to simulate the onscreen action. Something must have happened for him to miss so much of the movie. Deciding to wait no longer, Letitia grabbed her purse, ready to go searching for her boyfriend. Stepping up from the elaborate seat, Letitia felt the ground beneath her feet shake violently.

"Been sitting in that chair for so long, I must've forgotten how to walk." She thought to herself, quickly exiting the theatre.

Retrieving her phone from her purse, Letitia checked for any new calls or texts. Nothing. No word from her boyfriend. She knew she couldn't just waltz in to the men's room to investigate and decided to text him. Immersed in her phone as she walked out of the theatre when the earth trembled again, tripping the distracted girl.

Confused, Letitia collected herself and reached for her phone when she noticed something strange in the corner of her vision. A hand, outstretched as though someone else was reaching for her phone.

"What the hell?" Letitia muttered, inspecting the hand when she jumped back with a start as she saw the full picture. A hand, attached to an arm, presumably attached to a person buried beneath a pile of rubble. Panicked, Letitia began to cry for help, hoping someone could come and save this trapped person when she realized that she was alone. A faint breeze blew across her face, warm night air enveloping her as she looked on with confusion and fear. The lobby of the theatre was gone, completely demolished, leaving only rubble and the remnants of the people occupying it. As Letitia surveyed the distraction, her heart sank, realizing her boyfriend was trapped somewhere in the sea of smashed concrete. Unsure of what to do, the frightened girl turned and ran back into the theatre she had just exited when a sickening SMASH shook her to her core. She covered her ears and ducked for cover, crying out as the loudest sound she had ever heard rumbled the very ground beneath her. She ran screaming into the movie theatre, desperate for help of any kind when she stopped dead in her tracks and dropped to her knees at the sight that lay before her. The theatre she had been sitting in less than a minute ago was now gone too, reduced to dust as Letitia looked on in horror at the cause. As the toppled projector sporadically portrayed the image of two colossal beasts fighting wildly onto a chunk of loose debris, behind that, now far off in the distance, two gigantic woman grappled and fought each other, destroying the world below with each heavy, laboured step.

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Lola Blaze threw a volley of punches at her foe, landing two quick strikes to the abdomen. Jennifer Harper tried to shrug off the hits, bobbing to the side as she elbowed Lola in the ribs. The two titanesses traded blow after blow, fighting all across town leaving nothing but death in their wake. The duration of the fight was beginning to take its toll on the two. Jennifer, scraped and scarred, felt her endurance begin to reach its limits, amazed that Lola was still able to hold her own. She had to end this fight now, knowing she couldn't last much longer. Moving quickly, Jennifer juked her way around Lola, tightly gripping the red-headed giantess's midsection as she desperately tried hoist her high for a German suplex. Grunting and straining, Jennifer managed to get Lola almost over her head when the earth beneath her, muddied and softened by their incredible mass, gave out. Jennifer slipped, falling to the ground with a crash as the complete weight of Lola came tumbling down on top of her shortly thereafter sending a vicious tremor ripping outward, toppling some of the more resilient structures around town. Jennifer reeled, struggling to get up from under her opponent, wincing in pain with ever movement as Lola's fall likely cracked a rib. Lola rolled off of Jennifer, kicking the downed wrestler in the side twice as she convulsed in pain.

"I'm sick of you, Jenny! I'm sick of this!" Lola screamed, leaning down as she sought to tear an entire office building out of its foundation. Lola's tremendous strength made short work of the task, ripping some raw earth up with the poor building as the malicious girl held it high above her head. Once again, Jennifer found herself flat on her back, staring up at her adversary only this time, she had no energy left. No flashy move or quick thinking to save her, Jennifer simply stared up at Lola, too exhausted to be scared.

"Nighty. Night. Bitch!" Lola said, spiking the office as hard as she could onto Jennifer's face. The building completely disintegrated upon impact, millions of pounds of debris spilling outward, burying the blonde giantess's head in a tomb of rubble. For good measure, Lola kicked Jennifer's still body twice. Nothing, no movement, Lola couldn't even tell if her for was still breathing.

"Fucking finally. Holy shit. Dumb bitch doesn't know when to quit." Lola said, dusting her hands. The victorious goddess, bloodied, beaten, bruised, looked around at the remains of Hope Springs as she marvelled at how little had survived their brawl. Even neighbourhoods on the outskirts of town the two never entered saw irreparable damage with small holdouts of fleeing people still visible. Lola pondered whether or not to let them be, she wanted to leave Hope Springs right away, but she also didn't want to come back and clearing out the stragglers would ensure she never had to. In a matter of minutes, Lola systematically cleared the town of cars, places, and people, methodically flattening anything that wasn't damaged as she rooted out the remaining people. The police station remained largely intact, with seemingly every cop in town there to defend what remained of the populace. Have spent many a night at the local police station, Lola was happy to get the chance to trample it to dust. The remaining garrison of police officers saw her coming, her fiery gaze upon them like the beating sun. The weary Sherif passed the last of his rye whiskey amongst the tired few as Lola mercilessly marched towards them.

"Hey, little piggies!" Lola said, putting on a bubbly affectation. A few officers opened fire, their small arms going completely unnoticed by the massive girl.

"I just wanted to say goodbye to my home away from home one last time." She giggled.
"I'll never forget how poorly you treated me, how much you disrespected me, and how much I hate you little fucking pigs!"

Turning around, Lola stood against the setting sun, her massive ass eclipsing the sky. Squatting over, Lola prepared before letting herself drop, flattening the entire station and the remainder of the police force.

"Oink oink, you fucking coppers." Lola cheered, grinding her ass atop the rubble, ensuring no one would escape. As she sat, Lola enjoyed her handiwork. Hope Springs had been thoroughly flattened, a fitting end to a town that had been so unkind to her. Lounging in the wreckage of the police station, something far off in the distance caught her eye. A faint glint of orange in the horizon. Smirking, Lola stood, dusting herself off as she began to lumber forth towards her next target. With thunderous footfalls, she stomped out of town, taking time to spit on Jennifer Harper's still body as she passed. Reaching the edge of town, Lola looked on at the veritable playground of unbroken ground that lay before her. She had her destination in mind, but she would certainly have fun along the way. The prospect of fucking more people up got the tattooed giantess wet almost instantly and with a vacant smile, Lola set off towards her target, the sprawling city of San Francisco. As she walked off, the land grew quiet. Nothing stood for miles amongst the ruins of this quiet dead town save for a lone sign adorning the road, welcoming people in to the town of Hope Springs, where hope springs eternal.

I stepped off the bus, waving a silent thanks to the driver as they pulled away. It had been a while
since I came into town, having no real reason except to kill some time and shop. Still, the bustle of the big city excited me every time. Sure, San Francisco wasn't the cleanest city, but it was always so alive. So many people coming and going, there was this vibrance to the whole place that I relished, an energy I couldn't get in Hope Springs.

I began to make my way down Union street to do some shopping, taking time to enjoy the window displays as I lazily made my way down the block. It was then that I noticed something odd, a few of the stores I remembered were gone, replaced with, well, nothing. Empty lots or, in some cases, what looked like piles of rubble that used to be the very stores I came to visit. I was confused at how abruptly things had changed, but I came to have a relaxing day off and continued to window shop until something overhead caught my attention. Helicopters, loads of them, swirling and buzzing around in the sky above me, always heading towards the bay. I wondered if I had forgotten about some kind of holiday or special event but struggled to even recall what day of the week it was. I saw a young man passing in a hurry and asked if he knew what the commotion was all about.

"It's Tribute Day." He said, eying me wildly as if I were from another planet. I'd never heard of such a day before and as I went to ask him more questions, he hefted a large bag over his should and hurried off in the same direction as the helicopters.

"Thanks anyway." I mumbled, puzzled by the interaction. I turned to resume my browsing when more and more people brushed past, each of them carrying all sorts of random things. Furniture, trinkets, clothing, jewelry, even food. All of them hurried off towards the bay as another helicopter flew by hauling a large net filled with something strange that I couldn't make out. I was getting chills. Something wasn't right and I needed to know what the hell was going on so I stepped into the street and flagged down an oncoming cab. The yellow taxi slowed to a halt as the driver rolled the window down.

"Can you take me to where everybody's going?" I asked. The driver, without looking, nodded and I climbed in.

"Golden Gate Bridge, coming right up." He said as we sped off towards the bay, flocked by more and more hurried people. As we rounded the corner, I caught a glimpse at the bay between the buildings and something strange stuck out to me. I couldn't quite tell what I was seeing, but there was something huge in the water, a monolithic shape just sitting there. I tried to get a better look when the cab driver spoke.

"So what are you gonna offer?" He asked.

"What are you talking about? Offer to what?" I replied. The driver chuckled at my answer as we stopped at a red light.

"Tourists." He scoffed dismissively. I realized I wasn't going to get the info I wanted from the cabbie and stayed silent for the rest of the ride as I tried to figure out what the hell that object in the bay was and why it felt so hauntingly familiar.

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To the residents of California, tremors and earthquakes were not uncommon. The precarious nature of the San Andreas fault sent rumblings throughout the state often enough to render some Californians completely unfazed by the geological phenomenon. As such, the tremors caused by the destruction of Hope Springs could be felt as far as Spokane, raising nary an eyebrow as the complacent citizens merely flocked to social media to talk about the latest quake or wait patiently for the official statistics.

But not before long, smaller tremors were felt from Oakland to Black Point. And these weren't like the usual aftershock, a small tremor would quake, things would settle, and then another tremor would quake. The source of these strange rumblings was yet unknown to many in the Bay Area, but one thing was certain. They were getting stronger and they weren't stopping.

Cresting the hill, Lola Blaze smiled with mischievous glee at the veritable playground that lay before her. Uninterested in the world immediately beneath her feet, Lola trod carelessly through suburb and community with the singular desire to reach her goal. Off, far away in the distance, draped in front of the setting sun, the Golden Gate Bridge sat in all its glory across the bay. Arriving at the Richmond shores, the tattooed titaness took an enormous step into the bay. The water was cool, sending a refreshing tingle up her spine. Taking a few steps deeper, the sheer volume of water being displaced hit the surrounding shores with a violent force, overturning boats and sending waves ten feet high crashing into the beaches filled with frightened gawkers. She reached down, dipping a massive hand into the bay, feeling the water flow between her fingers before cupping her hand and lifting, using tonnes upon tonnes of ocean water to wash the grit and grime of her previous battle clear from her voluptuous form.

"Good as new!" The giantess vapidly declared, her powerful voice rippling the water below her. Feeling clean and fresh, Lola once again set out deeper into the bay, her plodding footsteps landing heavily in the ocean floor. Underground, a passing BART train sped along oblivious to the dangers immediately above, it's passengers heading in to San Francisco for a night on the town or to merely return home. To her right sat the derelict tourist trap, Alcatraz. A small bastion meant to keep dangerous people in, but with a whim, she could demolish he whole island with ease. Lola toyed with the thought, deciding to save the destitute little rock for later. Her prize lay before her, spanning more than a mile over the sea. The Golden Gate Bridge.

Living so close to the bay, Lola saw the Golden Gate Bridge everywhere. On postcards, street signs, shop windows, everywhere she turned, she could not escape the orange eyesore. Seeing it was one thing, but traveling across it was a wholly different ordeal, one that Lola thankfully never had to worry about again. With devilish fervour, she could finally show the world why she thought of the so-called "modern wonder".

"I made it! It usually takes an hour to get here with traffic, I did it in, what, 20 minutes?" The titaness boomed, boastful of her powerful new form. The reverberation of her voice sent rumblings through the suspension of the bridge, rocking it gently.

Stepping closer, the fiery-haired goddess came within arms reach of the structure and all the tiny people below. Standing at her full height, Lola could easily see that the bridge towers stood, to her, about half a foot shorter than she was. At an immense 746 feet above the sea line and a total height of 856 feet, the bridge tower loomed large above the San Francisco Bay. A height that would make any normal person feel minuscule by comparison but Lola stood defiant of the Golden beast. With hands on her hips, she surveyed the traffic on the bridge below. Commuters had seen her coming for a while. The spectacle of an impossibly gigantic woman wading through the bay was enough to bring the evening traffic to a complete standstill, gridlocked both ways as people stopped in awe of the large Lola that was heading for the bridge. First there was bewilderment, confusion, then panic. Once the crowd of hapless evening drivers realized the sort of damage a 930ft woman could do, the frightened tourists and drivers scrambled to get off the bridge or as far away as possible. However, the chaos of the fleeing people mired and congested the roads even further, with collisions and abandoned cars trapping countless commuters on the mile-long marvel of San Francisco.

Whirring softly in the distance, Lola spied a news chopper that had been dispatched to investigate the commotion. The titaness watched carefully, playfully pondering whether or not to down this bird like the last one. It would certainly be easy for a woman of her size to snatch the chopper out of the air, but perhaps having someone to document her misadventures wasn't such a bad idea. This wasn't some podunk California county news station either, this was prime time Silicon Valley TV, and the thought of having her dominance broadcasted to untold hundreds of thousands of people was exciting. Lola felt herself get wetter just by merely entertaining the thought.

Turning her attention back to the bridge, Lola chuckled smugly, recognizing the plight of the tiny people before her. Sidling up to the side of the bridge, hands still firmly planted on her hips, she bent over to get a better look at the chaos she had wrought. Chaos she had created simply by existing. Her pendulous breasts hung like wrecking balls above the fleeing crowd, each of them more than capable of flattening everyone below. She saw their fear, she saw their terror, and she wanted to see more.

"Ugh, traffic! It's the worst, right guys?" Lola boomed, doing her best to both mock the crowd beneath her and play to the news chopper.
"This is why we should all ride bikes! Just sayin'."

The colossal woman stood up and leered down to the bridge, peeking over her enormous cleavage. She paced for a few moments, waves crashing in all directions with each powerful footfall, considering how to have fun with her captive audience. Lola's enormous hand ran down the curves of her body, gently resting on her crotch, massaging her labia. The warm jolts of pleasure shot through her body as her hand grazed every inch of her labia, occasionally lingering on her clit. She wanted to give these people a show just as badly as she wanted to get off, but it had to be right. She was a performer, after all. The setting sun glinted off the orange metal of the bridge, capturing the attention of the aroused goddess. Pulling her hand away from her wanting pussy, Lola turned her gaze to the structure itself.

"Why's this thing called the Golden Gate Bridge, anyway? It's not even gold. It's almost as red as my hair." The titaness dismissively bellowed, reaching for the suspension cables and giving them a brief shake. The result of this relatively small feat sent ripples of movement through the bridge. The trapped people screaming and tumbling as the structure wobbled slightly, groaning and creaking and cracking pavement throughout the bridge, but luckily, the cables held. Lola was quite impressed that the engineering wonder that stood before her was so resilient. She knew she could just walk right on through and the bridge wouldn't put up too much of a fight, but it was a far cry from the countless homes and businesses she had levelled in Hope Springs.
Still, there was so much to do, the thought of outright destroying the iconic landmark seemed like such a waste to Lola. She wanted to savour every second of her dominance, her rule, her goddesshood.

As this thought crossed her mind, Lola felt a jolt of another kind. The call of the wild had made itself heard to her as she felt pressure filling in her bladder leaving the lone giantess wondering where she could go to relieve herself. Modesty had certainly been abandoned by that point, if she wanted to make Alcatraz her personal toilet, who would stop her? The thought of reducing an iconic landmark to such a disgusting, depraved, and uninhabitable rock appealed to Lola, and she then thought carefully for a moment about the effects a 930ft woman peeing might have on the world below. There would certainly be environmental ramifications and she pitied the poor soul that would be responsible for cleaning up after her.

But more importantly, Lola wondered if she really cared.

Turning to the Golden Gate Bridge once more, Lola had a devilish thought. Lifting her enormous leg out of the bay, she carefully stepped over the bridge, planting her foot firmly on the sea floor, sending untold amounts of water crashing down as it cascaded off her moving leg. The bridge was now saddled between Lola's shapely legs as people craned their gaze upward to see the gigantic woman in all her glory, her figure, full and glorious, glistening in the evening glow. She loomed over her new toys excitedly, completely in control. Smiling deviously, she squatted slightly.

"I get it. We've all got places to be." She said.
"When you gotta go, you gotta go. But why are we all in such a fuckin' hurry?"

Lola's question rattled windshields as its booming force swept across the crowd below. Fearful citizens watched, paralyzed by the image of fiery-haired feminine power that had taken roost above the famous bridge.

"Besides." She continued. "Wouldn't you rather stay with lil ol' me? I've just had the most fabulous idea for a little beautification project."

Her taunting tone was clear to all beneath her. Lola knew the crowd was soon to catch on and savoured the element of surprise while she had it, content to watch the confused, scared populace buzz around like ants before they caught wise and fled. She ran her hand along her vagina once more, savouring the shiver of pleasure that rippled through her once again before gently parting her labia.

"As a born and raised Cali girl, I feel it's my duty to spruce up this wonder of the modern world, to bring it closer to its namesake!" Lola said with a Cheshire grin.

"I hope you brought an umbrella, you know that old unpredictable bay weather! Lola joked, grunting slightly as she flexed her abdominal muscles. The astute people trapped below could see what was coming next and began to run, scores of people and cars blocking paths in all directions, leaving them to wade through a sea of frightened onlookers.

And then...

A small trickle of urine began to run down her inner thigh, yellow as the day was long. Lola grunted softly again, repositioning herself slightly, hoping to gain a better shot. More people began to flee when suddenly, Like lightning striking the earth, a heavy jet of pee shot down on the unlucky commuters below. The pressure of the enormous stream of piss caved in the roofs of the cars directly underneath Lola's gargantuan body while literal tonnes of acrid fluid washed over the cars and hapless pedestrians further away from the epicentre of the ensuing flood.

"You little fucks are lucky!" The titaness bellowed, enjoying the feeling of relief.
"people used to pay to see me piss and you're getting the show for free!"

For a solid 36 seconds, Lola relieved herself on the architectural marvel, revelling in the cruel satisfaction she felt as her stream of urine slammed the tiny cars into one another, the pressure of her stream pushing the soaked autos around. The sheer volume of her piss flooding the bridge began to flow over the sides, taking some smaller vehicles with it. Lola could not contain her laughter as an act as innocent as peeing could cause such destruction, cackling gleefully as her stinging, acidic piss sent commuters plummeting into the San Francisco Bay below, a fate that she considered far more merciful than drowning in a flood of urine.

Shaking loose the last few drops and feeling freshly relieved, Lola dismounted over the bridge and stepped back to admire her handiwork, sending waves slamming into Fisherman's Wharf.

"Fucking hell." She said, partially in amazement and disbelief of what she had done. So much destroyed, so many hurt, just by taking a piss. This was what she craved. This was power, power Lola felt she was owed. She once again leaned over the bridge to address what remained of her audience.

"I hereby christen this landmark 'Lola's Golden Shower Bridge'!" The titaness chortled, laughing heartily at her own joke.
"California, you are welcome!" She declared, throwing her hands wide into the air, making as grand a pose as she could. Playing with the toy bridge had been fun, and she'd certainly be back to finish the poor structure off properly, but she grew bored of the scenery. Reaching into the bay, Lola cupped a huge handful of water, splashing her crotch to clear away any of the residual urine and moved on. Climbing up into Golden Gate Park, she had set her sights on a much greater prize, and the night was only beginning.

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The driver pulled up as close to the bridge as he could get. Masses of people, hundreds, maybe thousands, had come out in force and were sprinting to make it up to the bridge. I threw the cabbie a twenty and stepped out, gobsmacked by the insanity of the scene. Even during rush hour, I'd never seen the bridge so packed with people, and people alone. There wasn't a single car in sight, just the scores of people flooding towards the centre of the bridge where a large, almost arena-like platform had been added, perching over the bay. Amidst the chaos, I saw armed men and women shouting and directing the people. They were uniformed, but didn't look like the police or army. They grabbed at people as they passed, asking to see the belongings they brought to offer. It was like something out of 1984.

I began to feed into the crowd, managing to slip past the checkpoints of armed guards when the fullness of the bay became visible and I finally caught a glimpse of the strange tower. Wide-eyed, I stared for a full ten seconds, dumbfounded at what I was looking at.

If was a chair, a golden throne cushioned with some velvety material and unmistakable in its simple, boxy design. It seemed to shoot a half-mile into the sky, it's oppressive monolithic form dominating everything around it as it cast a wide and terrible shadow over the bay. How anything so big could even exist hurt my mind to conceive. Along the arms of the throne were these recessed grooves, maybe 30ft deep, each of them filled with some strange moving mass. As I came to the edge of the bridge, I saw a hand lazily reach down into the buzzing mass and grab a handful, bringing a closed fist up to a pair of enormous, plump, ruby lips as it dropped the contents into the mouth. It took me a second for my mind to piece together what I had just witnessed, the sight of it seeming so impossible until the frightening reality took hold of me and I saw the complete picture.

A woman. A giant, naked, woman was lounging on the impossible golden throne. Her face was obscured by a lacy veil but I could see long golden blonde hair flow past her shoulders, draping around a pair of enormous breasts. She was almost cartoonishly thick with wide, fat hips filling the seat of the throne from end to end giving her a defined hourglass shape as her long legs dangled above the surface of the bay. I'd heard the term "Rubenesque" used to describe women like her but I'd never seen anyone so curvy, even in all of my time working at The Jewel. She was naked, seemingly unconcerned with how little covered her body, though I imagine clothes must be hard to come by for one so massive. Still, she wasn't totally naked as she was covered head to toe in fancy regalia. Heavy golden rings embellished with intricate engravings sat on each finger and toe. Bracelets and anklets spanned her wrists and legs. Magnificent chains, the kind that ships used to anchor, hung along her body from her pierced nipples and navel with a tremendous pendant dangling between her mountainous breasts. Dazzling earrings dangled along either side of her huge, veiled face as a large circlet draped with an enormous sheet of lacy material covered the top half of her face. If you told me there was no gold left in the world, if Fort Knox was cleared out and every microchip on the planet was harvested to gather enough material to build this throne and supply this women with her accessories, I'd believe you.

As the opulent figure reached for another handful of the strange snack, I realized what the buzzing, moving things inside those bowls were. Tiny, or I suppose, regular-sized people, dropped off by the helicopters almost every minute to be devoured whole by the hungry figure. Coming to the disgusting revelation, I noticed more tiny people strung up from every piercing and chain on her gigantic body, the pendant itself being a large cage filled with people, perhaps as a punishment or perhaps as her pets. I felt sick to my stomach, wanting to throw up as the endless sea of people seemed to encompass me entirely, filling the bridge. They clamoured and shouted for this giant's attention, all of them hollering and offering things to her some of them on their knees masturbating in some kind of fucked up reverence. I had to get out of there and tried to fight through the crowd when the entire bridge fell quiet. I saw the giant figure hold out a beautifully manicured finger adorned with tremendous golden rings and, in unison, the flock of people along the bridge dropped in silent awe. Then the giant woman daintily lifter her hands to her head, remove the veiled circlet, and wave lazily to the bridge, her bored face now fully revealed.

"All hail the Empress Of The Bay!" The crowd erupted cheering and chanting once more. I said nothing, staring silently in terror as I saw who sat upon that opulent throne, tossing scores of living people into her painted ruby lips.

"All hail Goddess Jennifer!" The fanatic crowd cheered aloud as i collapsed, my blood running cold. It couldn't be true, it was impossible, I didn't want to believe what I was seeing. Sitting on that throne was me, or some twisted mirror version of me, hundreds of feet tall and worshipped as a goddess by this brainwashed cult.

The giant me delicately made a beckoning gesture, silently signalling for the enraptured crowd to advance before grabbing another handful of people to devour, mercilessly gripping the throngs of human cattle tightly in her powerful hand. Without words, whole groups of people began throwing their things into the bay while the armed guards began rounding up people with nothing to offer, tossing them over the railing to their watery demise. Some particularly spirited people climbed over and jumped of their own volition, offering themselves to their goddess willingly. It was too much, I choked back a bit of fearful vomit as I felt my knees grow weak. I had to get out of there.

I broke to run, trying to cut through the frenzied people as best I could when I came face to face with one of the guards. He tried to grab me but I ducked to the side and kicked him in the ribs before continuing my escape. He slumped over in pain, calling out into a radio strapped to his shoulder. Through the soup of worshippers I saw a few more guards perk up, alerted by my previous run-in. They spotted me and started to close in, guns drawn as they surrounded me and ordered me to surrender. I spat on the ground, preferring to die that give myself up to that disgusting doppelgänger. One of them hit me with the butt of their gun and the others grabbed me. I kicked and shouted and tried to fight them off but it was no good, there were too many of them. They dragged me to the edge of the bridge and I could see what came next.

"Jump or we'll throw you." A stern-voiced guard ordered. I was cornered, my back pressed against certain doom. I had to think of something quick and with no other option, I tried to talk my way out of it.

"Wait! Don't you see? I'm her, It's me! I'm Jennifer!" I pleaded, hoping I could reason with the imposing guards but my cries went unanswered. They mercilessly held me to the edge of the rail and pushed, sending me spilling over the side of the Golden Gate Bridge and into the cold waters of the San Francisco Bay hundreds of feet below.

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I've just about got everything we need." Dr. Beverly Perkins said, going over a long sheet of scribbled notes. To her left sat Agent Theresa Nguyen, uncomfortably fidgeting in her chair as she rewound and watched the footage again. The National Guard, incensed by the ludicrous call from one local sheriff, refused to mobilize any forces to Hope Springs however they did send a lone UAV drone to investigate the legitimacy of the claims.

Too little, too late.

The drone caught the final moments of the town's destruction, the two giant women, horrifyingly real and clashing for one final time before the victor decimated the remnants of Hope Springs and moved on. Nguyen scrubbed the footage again and again, watching with silent disbelief.

"Nguyen, I said I'm ready." Perkins said impatiently. The distracted agent put her phone away and stood up, wide eyed and vacant as she fell back into the present situation.

"Good, good. Our bird is here." She said distantly as she walked over to José, unlocking the handcuffs that had kept him bound to a nearby table.

"No funny business, Alvarez. Help Perkins load up and stay close. You're coming with us."

"And try not to sell any of my life's work while you're at it, José." Beverly chimed in as she hefted a box full of various containers and apparatuses. José merely sighed, rubbing his chafed wrist as he moved to help.

"I know you weren't trying to be funny, Bev, but that was the closest you've ever come to telling a joke in all the years I've known you." He said, sorting through an assortment of labeled chemicals.

"I'm glad you can see the humour in it, because if there wasn't a federal agent in the room with us, I'd be legitimately worried about it." The scientist retorted dryly as she left the laboratory, heading for the waiting helicopter. Stifling a chuckle, Agent Nguyen said nothing, shrugging as José turned to her looking for some kind of sympathy. The two made their way down the labyrinthine halls of the research facility when another tremor hit, rocking the corridor softly. Steadying themselves against the shaking floor, José took the time to speak.

"So what exactly is our game plan here, where are we going?" He inquired.

"Long term, you're probably going to prison, but for now, we're headed To the Air Force base at Pillar Point. There should be enough equipment and supplies there to get Perkins' science project synthesized and weaponized." The agent said holding a door open for the encumbered genetic engineer. They walked for a few more moments in silence when José spoke up again.

"I know I'm on the hook for a lot right now, but I'm just saying, it was an accident, ya know? All this.. this wacky shit. I didn't mean for this to happen." José said solemnly, in a moment of genuine shame.

"I won't lie to you, dude." Agent Nguyen said.
"If we don't solve this soon, we're looking at the biggest homegrown disaster in American history, pun definitely not intended."

The silence stood for a few more seconds until the sound of helicopter blades filled the air and Nguyen spoke again.

"This Compound shit was a government funded project. I'll be honest, I don't know how they're gonna sweep it under the rug, but right now, you're the fall guy. Sure, Perkins is culpable having made the stuff, someone could argue negligence on her part, but right now the most clear line to ground zero is you." She said, matter of factly. José chuckled in a defeated, almost 'ya got me!' kind of way.

"Think if I comply and help, they'll go easy on me?" He asked hopefully. Agent Nguyen smiled as she boarded the roaring helicopter.

"Well, I can put in a good word with my superiors. If we're lucky, we can try and bump those multiple life sentences down to just one." She joked, fighting to be heard over whirring machine. Awaiting them was Dr. Beverly Perkins, strapped in and ready to go. Agent Nguyen helped José aboard and gave the pilot the signal to get airborne. As the helicopter pulled away from the earth, the uncertain federal agent looked at the team assembled before her with doubt in her heart. The clock was ticking, every second past put more and more people in danger.

"You're sure this'll work, doc?" Agent Nguyen asked. Perkins gave the agent and José a short glance before leaning back in her seat, letting out a sigh.

"I fucking hope so."

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SPLASH

The world was dark and cold, but I felt it, so I knew I was still alive. There was no way anybody could have survived that fall and yet I found myself sinking deeper into the briny depths of the bay. Looking up, I could see the sun piercing through the thick dark water and started to swim towards the light when the surface of the bay began to break. People, hundreds of them, began to plummet into the water, their broken bodies diving deep into the water before their natural buoyancy carried them to rest at the water's surface. It was horrific, seeing the brutal aftermath of the fall up close as I cut through the water to reach the surface. I felt my hand breach into the open air, relieved to catch my breath, when something caught my leg. Not only was my leg stuck, but this unknown feeling was punching, compressing my leg to the point of breaking. I cried out in pain, catching a mouthful of cold bay water as I saw the cause of myentrapment. A hand, another gigantic hand, this one merely the algae-covered bones of a much larger skeletal creature, gripped my leg as the rest of its bony digits began to cage me in. Suddenly, I was being pulled deeper and deeper under the water by this nightmarish creature as it brought me towards its rotting face. With my lungs full of water, I couldn't scream no matter how much I wanted to at the sight I saw. Deep at the bottom of the bay, buried in the mud, rotting and decayed lay Lola Blaze, recognizable only by her bright red hair as her face had been eaten away by time. She pulled me close, looking at me with one waterlogged eye before she began to squeeze and I felt all the life in my body disappear, the world turning black again as I was pulled into the abyss.

And then.

I felt a breeze upon my face, sun beating down on my bare skin. I hesitated before opening my eyes again, fearful that this hellish ride hadn't ended. Waiting, I listened for the sound of chaos and hysteria that filled the bridge moments ago but heard only the calming crash of the waves against the shore and the faint cawing of seagulls in the distance.

"I must've made it to shore!" I thought, reopening my eyes, hopeful that this nightmare had finally come to an end. However, instead of the serene beach I pictured in my mind, I was instead seeing the world from hundreds of feet in the air. I found myself sitting upon the golden throne, taking the place of the deific version of myself.

"No! No, this isn't me!" I screamed, tearing the jewelry off of my body, discarding what I could grab into the bay with heavy cascading splashes. I looked back at the bridge, now sitting across from me as it spanned the bay and bordered the open ocean, horrified as I saw the scores of brainwashed people jumping off into the bay as they clamoured towards me. Below my bare feet, some of the frenzied mass began to climb out of the water and onto the throne, crawling up my legs like little demented spiders. I franticly started to kick and swipe at the encroaching swarm of people, sending droves of the tiny people flying off my legs into the cold water below while the rest turned to streaks of red paste with each flick of my hand. I felt myself going in to shock at the sight of my hands, covered with the bloody viscera of the fragile people that desperately tried to climb my mountainous form. I buried my face into my sullied hands as I cried, It was all more than I could bare.

Was this my fate? To rule the world I outgrew like some hellish queen, demanding such depravity from my subjects as I fed off my dissenters? Was I capable of such monstrousness?

I didn't want to believe I was, but that same hurt, spiteful part of me that I fought to quell during mine and Lola's time as giants was laughing deep in the recesses of my mind. As I tried to silence the thoughts once more, I felt something grab my hair, pulling me out of the throne. I screamed in pain as this unknown force hoisted me by my own hair, dangling me high above the ocean when I felt hot breath roll over me. As best I could, I turned to look and I saw my own tremendous face, powerful, regal and bored. I was pulled closer and closer to the ruby lips before being held above my own open maw. I prayed to any god that would listen to free me from this torment, to wake me from this nightmare when the huge hand let go and I fell. The world returned to darkness as I tumbled into the void of my own hot, open mouth and as I fell deeper into the wet, cavernous dungeon, I knew my prayers would go unanswered. There were no gods left to hear them. They too had been devoured, and only the goddesses remained.

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"...no. No. NO!!"

Suddenly, the silent town sparked to life as Jennifer fitfully regained consciousness, springing upright in a cold sweat as she awoke from her nightmare. Unaware of her immediate physical location, fhe blonde giantess sloughed off the debris of the building Lola had dropped on her as though it was a light blanket, sending showers of masonry and glass all across the ruined town. Breathing heavy, laboured breaths, Jennifer was relieved to have awoken from her nightmare, however the brief reprieve didn't last. As the crisp night air washed over her naked body, Jennifer woefully realized that she was still gigantic. The night's events hadn't been a dream.


She looked down at the debris and viscera left in the wake of their deadly melee. The once sleepy town had been completely levelled, nothing but a few lone structures withstood the onslaught the two women had brought upon the defenceless neighbourhoods. There was no activity. No people fleeing or cars on the road or the blaring of sirens. The town was completely flattened.

Trying to stand up, Jennifer winced in pain, sore and battered from the ruthless battle. She paused, taking a few breaths before trying to rise again, successfully standing up to her full height of 954 feet. As she stood, the feeling of the punishment she had taken began to run through Jennifer as she checked herself over for serious injury, free from distraction and able to observe the effects of whatever had caused this mess. Her growth to this impossible height was nightmarish, but the side effect Jennifer was now fully witnessing shocked the giantess even further. Her once toned, athletic body had lost its noticeable definition, as if her muscle mass had been redistributed amongst her body. The months Jennifer spent working out, training, sculpting herself into the model of physical fitness, all of her hard work had been washed away. Her hips and thighs had thickened significantly and as Jennifer moved her leg to inspect further, she noted a now discernible heaviness that she carried in her once lean and muscular legs. Her thighs shook with motion that rippled it's way to her ass which too had swollen significantly. She ran a scratched hand along her newly inflated behind, grabbing a cheek and shaking with a frustrated disgust before moving on with her inspection to her chest. By now, Jennifer had felt the heft that her newly enlarged boobs had brought. Once a modest B cup, she discerned that her new bust had grown to at least H, jutting from her chest like two over-filled balloons. Each one large enough to flatten a two story home with ease and nipples that stood fully erect, both larger than a car. Cupping an enormous breast, Jennifer felt the weight in her hand, her mind racing at how incomprehensibly heavy her enlarged bust must be to a normal person. She felt like a grotesque cow, letting the heaving breast drop as it against her torso with violent force. Jennifer had always felt some pride in her modestly shapely figure, especially in her tight, toned ass, but her pride had been eroded by a tide of shame, as if she had been turned into a funhouse mirror image of her former self.

She stood silently for a moment, as the cool breeze of the evening gently tickled her battle-scarred skin. She was completely overwhelmed with no idea what had happened or what to do next. She felt utterly powerless, totally helpless. Tears welled in her eyes as Jennifer sat on the ruined streets below, holding her head in her hands as she struggled with the horrifying reality that her life would never be normal again. As she wiped away a tear, Jennifer noticed something. Small red splotches dotting her forearm. She followed the spots along her arm, finding more of them all over her body. Amid her bruises and bloody scratches, small red smears and stains streaked across her bare skin. The stains were too small to have been her own blood, but as she pondered their origin, flashes of her nightmare were called mind. She remembered the tiny people as the climbed up her legs and how she instinctively swatted them away, leaving the gut-wrenching red streak. Gasping softly, Jennifer quickly deduced the grim truth. These stains had once been people. Some were likely people she knew, people she had worked with, people she was friends with. In one horrible night, one terrible instant, everything Jennifer had was pulverized beneath her massive body.

Saddened and disgusted by the carnage she had been partially responsible for, Jennifer choked back another stifled tear. Her life was over, her career was over, she was a killer, she was a freak. Still, as she surveyed the wreckage and rubble of her once peaceful town, she felt a slight tinge of relief wash over her followed by a sting of guilt. If she hadn't come into work after all, would this have been her fate? Crushed under the body of some other colossal woman? The details of why or how still eluded Jennifer, and she was certain she may never find the answer to what happened to her and Lola, but what had happened may have still occurred even if she did quit. She shuddered at the thought of being on the other end of this disaster, trying to imagine what the final moments of Hope Springs may have been like to the residents that had been caught in the destruction. She pictured herself at street level, minding her own business when the air filled with deafening, thunderous noise. Looking up amidst the confusion, terrified as two titans filled the sky. Foolish in her optimism, she'd try to flee, perhaps even stopping to help others swept up in the hysteria thinking they were far enough away from ground zero to make their way to safety only for one of the nightmarish giants to come tumbling down upon the entire neighbourhood. She imagined herself no better than a helpless gnat doomed to be crushed under the body of a goddess, so completely powerless to avoid her fate as the course of the world would be forever changed hundreds of feet above her head. She was glad to be on this end of the disaster. Still, the fact remained. She was responsible for so much destruction and death, a blame she shared with Lola.

"Lola!"

A surge of anxiety shot down Jennifer's spine, raising the hairs on her neck. Looking around the desolate sea of destruction, she saw no trace of her adversary. There was an immediate feeling of relief, she was safe for now, but as she scanned the horizon and saw how low the sun had set, Jennifer knew that Lola must've been gone for some time. Somewhere, the playfully cruel woman was terrorizing the helpless normal-sized people, freely exacting her devious whims unchallenged. Clenching her fist, Jennifer knew what she had to do. Standing tall once again, the blonde giantess stretched, feeling every sore joint crack and pop as she readied herself, preparing to set off. Following the path of destruction Lola had left in her wake, Jennifer Harper headed towards San Francisco, determined to fight her rival for the final time.

The jeep rolled to a stop and the team disembarked, carting the delicate equipment and precious flasks and containers into the base's sick bay, now converted into a makeshift laboratory. Beverly and José began setting up, wasting no time as the pair worked in silence, sorting the apparatuses and establishing a workstation.

"So." José said, breaking the silence.
"How are you planning on making this work?"

"I'm thinking an airdrop of a semi-gaseous substance, something that we can guarantee to get on the skin and into the respiratory system. Delivered similarly to how firefighters drop water on wildfires. She said, matter-of-factly as she handed the container of beryllium phosphate to the chemical engineer.

"Glad you've got the how's and the why's sorted. Let's just hope we can find a crop duster big enough." José laughed as he began to read over a list of notes. A brief silence returned amidst the clattering of glass and shuffling of papers, punctuated by agent Nguyen entering the lab with some hot coffee and pastries.

"Got some vittals here to perk you two up. Get em' while they're fresh." The agent said, taking a bite out of a raspberry danish.
"Anyway, colonel said it was best for me to keep tabs on you two, help out anyway I can." She continued with a mouthful of pastry, pausing briefly to raise a plain styrofoam cup to her lips and wash her morsel down with a swig of coffee. She wiped the excess from her lips and set her cup down on a nearby counter.

"So. How can I help shrink some strippers back down to size?"

Agent Nguyen's question went unanswered for a few seconds. José set down his notes and gave the agent a half-hearted smile. Beverly continued to work, seemingly ignorant of the agent's presence at all.

"Come on! I minored in forensic toxicology, there's gotta be something I can do." Nguyen exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips. José thought for a moment about what to say.

"We're not calling your credentials into question, Theresa." He said, carefully considering each word as he spoke.
"It's just that... I think you misunderstand what we're trying to do."

"What? What's to misunderstand? You make your sciencey anti-goo, everything goes back to normal, right?" Nguyen asked, chuckling as she rested against the counter top.

"Well, firstly, they're mud wrestlers, not strippers." He said with dry grin, unsure of how to properly explain the situation. Nguyen rolled her eyes and sighed an exasperated sigh.

"What aren't you telling me?" She inquired in a playfully annoyed tone as she took a step towards José, who struggled to find the right words to gently soften the severity of their plan. As he thought for a moment about what he would say, agent Nguyen read the now serious look on the chemical engineer's face, realizing things were not as simple as she had thought.

"The growth those two experienced can't be reversed." Beverly interjected.
The effects of the Compound are a one-way trip."

"We've basically created a vaccine. A counter-compound to target replicated cells an destroy them." José added with a relenting sigh.

"So... you're going to kill them." Nguyen said, her heart sinking.

"Is that such a bad thing?" Beverly asked, indignantly. Agent Nguyen was surprised, especially at how quick Dr. Perkins was to try and justify the act of taking a life. But she couldn't pretend that she didn't see the scientist's cruel point. The destructive and uncontrollable nature of the crisis couldn't be ignored, these women were dangerous and needed to be stopped.

But, they were still people. Ordinary people, affected by a freak accident. Wrong place, wrong time.

"No." Nguyen said, steeling herself.
"If that's what it takes to stop this mess, then that's what it takes. I just..."

The agent trailed off, deep in thought. José once again unsure of what to say, stepped towards her and placed his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. While he meant it as a genuinely saccharine gesture, agent Nguyen, angered by the circumstances of their mission, shirked away from José's touch.

"Get your damn hands away from me!" Agent Nguyen snapped.

"Hey, come on. It's ok." José reassured, hoping to calm Nguyen down.

"None of this fucked up freak show is ok! A whole fucking town got wiped off the map! My partner... my partner is probably buried under that titty bar YOU led him to!" Nguyen exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at the chemical engineer. José merely stood in silence as the agent laid into him when Beverly spoke up again.

"You've got just as much of a reason to want these sluts dead as anyone. This is the only solution." Beverly said, her words like ice, chilling Nguyen's spine.

"I guess. I've just never been a revenge-type person, and bringing perps in dead has never been my way either." The agent said sullenly.

"These 'perps' are more like forces of nature now. Destructive entities far past the point of humanity, there's no way they could ever live normal lives again. If you ask me, we're doing them a favour." Beverly said, turning away from the conversation to continue her work, her uncaring tone as frigid as the stainless steel that lined the sickbay. José nervously cleared his throat and made his way to the box of pastries stepping past the distressed agent when she turned to him.

"Hey. Sorry... about yelling at you. Emotions got me going, it was super unprofessional. I'm sorry." She said.

"Hey, it's ok. It's a fucked up situation. It's scary. And I know a lot of this is on me." José relented.

"Thanks." She said, smiling faintly.
"I just... I can't stop thinking about what those poor girls must be going through. To be ripped out of your own life like that, not knowing if you can be helped, fixed. And now, knowing this, that they have to die, all because they were unlucky. God, I can't imagine how scared they must be."

-------

"This is so fucking awesome!" Lola Blaze shouted, elated at the surprise before her. After her antics on the fringes of the downtown core, the residents of San Francisco began to truly understand the clear and present danger someone like her posed to the city. Chaos gripped the metropolis as people trapped within the gridlocked streets hurried to flee from the walking disaster before her arrival and the dangers it brought with it.

There were, however, a collection of brave residents that refused to run, instead choosing to congregate to meet the giantess. What was initially a call for the people of the bay to stand their ground soon snowballed into a frenzied fervour of fanatics that deified the oncoming goddess. More and more people began to flood into Union Square, hoping to intercept the buxom titaness for a once-in-a-lifetime sight to behold. Soon a large gathering of hundreds formed in the public square, eager to celebrate their city's newest celebrity.

For a moment, Lola stood completely dumbstruck. As she made her way deeper into the city, anybody with the ability to run had been doing so in the opposite direction of her, screaming in terror as they fled for their lives while Lola indiscriminately cut her path through the streets. The sight of fear was amusing to her at first but grew tiring very quickly, such that the gathering before her was so unexpected that Lola didn't know how to react. Hundreds of people cheering, not screaming, some with hastily-crafted signs held proudly with pro-Lola messages scribbled on them. Apart from the trio of lovers she played with earlier, this behaviour was so completely opposed to how every other tiny human had acted in response to her presence.

But she liked it. Of this, there could be no doubt.

"You all came out for me?" Lola asked, partially flattered, partially genuinely curious. The assembly roared in unison with a collective cheer, seemingly indicating the affirmative. Lola grinned her trademark Cheshire grin, pleased with the response. She was no stranger to having all eyes on her, something the titaness came to relish during her career, but something about her crowd of miniature worshippers tickled Lola in a way like never before. This wasn't the usual gathering of barflies and lounge lizards coming out to The Jewel, nor was it the captivated eyes of the millions worldwide watching her escapades behind the safety of their television screen. These were devotees, people that adored her for what she was, their queen, their God. Spreading out on her hands and knees, Lola lowered herself to get a better look at her congregation, her face still hovering hundreds of feet above the frenzied following. The crowd was electric with excited movement, so much so that the fiery-haired giantess had trouble seeing the full scope of how large the crowd was but in the flurry of activity, she saw people from all walks of life. The makeup was predominantly male, but Lola was joyed to see a large sum of women equally as excited to see her interspersed within the gathering. Shuffling gingerly, Lola repositioned, attempting to sit comfortably in the square. With a mighty thud, the giantess clumsily plopped down on her bottom, stretching her thick legs as they encircled the elated crowd. She leaned back against a row of businesses, letting her weight shape the structures into something more comfortable as they bent and buckled in accordance with her massive body.

"Much better!" Lola bellowed as she adjusted against her new backrest. Her shapely legs completely encompassed the gathering of tiny fans with room to spare, creating a relatively large enclosure capped off with Lola's enormous pussy sitting uncovered in front of the entire group, still wet from her previous activities. Like the gates of heaven itself, the tattooed giantess's pussy stood before the frenzied mass, it's scent filling the air as it fuelled the lustful mania that permeated throughout the crowd. Taller than a three-storey home and crowned with a clit almost as large as an suv, the carnivorous passage of pleasure seemed to breath with anticipatory hunger as the group became more and more unruly until a few worshippers broke from the crowd, desperate to taste their gates of paradise.

"That's cute, but no." Lola laughed, lowering her hand in front of her crotch, blocking her snatch from view.

"Mama's happy to let you look, but you can't touch for free." The goddess said as she leaned forward, cheers erupting from the crowd as her grinning face hung directly above.

"But what to do? What to do?" Lola thought aloud as she inspected her flock.
"How can we play?"

Thinking for a moment, Lola came up with an idea, a game. Something to kickstart the festivities, as it were. As she prepared to begin, the telltale buzz of news helicopters soon filled Union Square as the skies were once again filled with choppers equally eager to sneak a peek. The more, the merrier.

"We all know this game, right? Lola Says jump!"

Within an instant of the innocuous command, the entire crowd hopped to life, jumping into the air at their goddess's beck and call. She smiled.

"Turn to the right." Lola commanded gently, watching her players intently. Sure enough, a few misinformed members of the crowd turned to the delight of the fiery-haired giantess.

"Uh oh! I didn't say Lola Says!" She said, pouring on a sugary sweet tone.
"Find everybody that screwed up and take off their pants, pretty please!"

Murmurs began to circulate amongst the crowd, a few voices shouting in protest as the more faithful followers closed in to exact their goddess's playful desires as she watched from above with glee.

"Underwear too." Lola commanded with a giggle. Soon the few that had made their mistake were stripped of their pants, standing out in front of the fully clothed group. Lola lowered her head and squinted, eyeing her punished players and to her delight, she saw what she was looking for. Standing erect, some proudly, some less so, the rock hard cocks of her excitable flock stood at the head of the pack. While she was disappointed that no women failed her challenge yet, the giantess was thrilled to have so thoroughly enthralled these people, to have them be so completely hers. Sitting back up, Lola thought for a moment, devising the next step in her game when she had a devilish epiphany, a way to truly test her follower's loyalty.

"This round's just for the boys up front, so everyone back there can take a breather." Lola announced before setting her sights upon the pants-less party before her.

"Lola Says, blow each other."

The men looked at one another with hesitancy, some taking a step back. Lola merely laughed, watching the internal struggle the men were having. She knew it was highly unlikely, downright improbable that the entire collection of random losers before her happened to be into dick, but she had hoped at least one pair would go for it by now, it was 2019! But to her dismay, not a single man acted upon her command.

"I didn't get the only deaf people in the crowd, did I?" The tattooed titaness growled.
"Lola Says suck. A. Dick"

The clothed crowd began to jeer and shout as the pants-less few stood sheepishly, a couple breaking off into uncomfortable pairs to begin their oral task. One lone man stamped his foot, backing off again from the rest. It was clear to Lola that this little dissenter was not going to participate, which is exactly what she had hoped for. Her solitary gaze became fixed upon the tiny troublemaker and silently, the giantess moved a hand towards him. Seeing the enormous limb coming, the prudish man began to run, hoping to blend into the crowd only for the people on the outsides of the gathering to push him back, refusing to admit him back into their ranks. With nowhere left to go, the man looked up to see a tremendous tattooed finger, hovering above him as though it was ready to flick a paper football. He took one look at his impending doom and winced, awaiting the inevitable end. Lola tensed up and flicked her index finger, scraping her nail along the pavement as her digit, longer than a city bus, flew past the dissenting man at terrible speed, missing him by mere feet.

"You can be a good boy and play, or you can become my new nail paint. Your choice." The stern goddess said with a smile. The tiny man had gone completely pale, all colour leaving his face as he feared his end would be met by a fingernail the size of a swimming pool. Curiously, while the blood had left his face, his erection remained, solid as steel and throbbing in time with his accelerated heartbeat. There was something to the fear, the power, that couldn't be ignored and it's intoxicating grasp, possibly what drew the man here in the first place, would not relent. Timidly, he shuffled off to meet the rest of his comrades, nervous about what he was forced to do but knew that he could not fail his goddess again Lola let out a cruel cackle as the terrified man began to sheepishly do his mistress's bidding, the waiting crowd cheering as the dissenter was whipped into shape. The now-familiar tingle of power rippled through the megalomanic titaness, a soft coo of pleasure escaping her lips as the gaggle of men up front were made examples of. She was looking forward to the fun her and her new worshippers would have.

However, far away from the roaring cheers and depraved tyrant, powerful waves began to crash upon the shore.

"Come... ON!" Jennifer grunted, tearing the miniature helicopter fuselage from her tormented hair, taking a few golden strands with it.

"I hope you're still buckled in... and alive." Jennifer announced to the unlucky pilot trapped within the tangled helicopter. Bending down, she dropped the mangled chopper onto the soft sandy beach as stomped onward, finally reaching the San Francisco shore. As she stood on the precipice of the city, Jennifer surveyed the expanse of the bay, seeing the blockage of cars strewn about the Golden Gate Bridge, no doubt more chaos seen in Lola's wake. While the last glint of the sun disappeared over the water's edge beyond the bridge, Jennifer noticed something odd. Her head pounded as the giantess reeled from the momentary migraine, in her throes catching a brief glimpse of something in the water, large and imposing. Flashes of gold glinted off the fading light, an obelisk, a throne in the bay blinking into view and fading just as quickly. She was exhausted, her sore body begging for reprieve, but Jennifer couldn't rest until Lola was stopped once and for all. Shaking her head, the pulsing pain subsided as she climbed up the hillside into the city proper.

"Woah.." Jennifer gasped, once again finding the change in perspective challenging. The claustrophobic halls of high rises and towers lining the narrow streets proved to be a difficult challenge to navigate and each movement had a tremendous ripple and consequence. The blonde goddess took a heavy step into street, decimating the pavement as the alarms of parked cars rang into the night sky. But aside from that, the streets were eerily quiet. Ruined and abandoned vehicles littered the path of destruction left behind by Jennifer's rival, but not a single soul was to be seen amongst the wreckage, leaving the once overcrowded city feeling barren. Though chilling to see San Francisco so empty, Jennifer found some comfort in knowing that she wouldn't have to worry about stepping on anybody and began to trudge on, moving deeper into the city as she observed the scope of the mess Lola had made. Businesses were flattened, trees uprooted, buildings collapsed, "Lola" surrounded by a heart engraved into the side of a skyscraper, a swath of damage carved into the once vibrant metropolis to serve as breadcrumbs leading the aspiring wrestler to her foe.

But amidst the quiet chaos, there was a strange feeling that Jennifer couldn't shake. Her migraine ebbed, but never truly stopped and the pounding pain would flare up as waves of anxiety came washing over her. She heard things, saw things as booming footsteps approach from all sides and shadows danced around the corners of her vision. Her mind was playing unkind tricks, distracting the blonde giantess as she traversed the desolate streets, every so often hearing her name whispered from the dark recesses of the empty alleys. As Jennifer tried to focus through the pulses of anxious pain within her mind, images flickered behind her eyes. Memories, unwanted memories of her history with Lola played out in a sequence within her mind's eye. From the moment they met to their first disagreement to tonight, Jennifer watched her rivalry unfold once again as her blood began to run hot. With a boiling rage, the once hopeful girl from the east coast witnessed every cruel act of indignity and torment Lola Blaze inflicted upon her. Jennifer's vulnerable mind swirled with hateful, vile thoughts as ethereal voices called out to her, demanding she take what she was owed. These whispers called for blood, they demanded vengeance and like the fading twilight, Jennifer felt their malicious voice on the nape of her neck.

"Shut UP!" Jennifer cried, turning back as though she had expected someone to be standing there, present and responsible for this madness. Starring down an empty street, she once again found herself coming back to reality as she breathed heavily, panting while the spiteful thoughts seemed to dissipate and the whispers, snakelike in their cunning cruelty, slithered away into silence.

This was not her way, this would not be her legacy.

Tonight's events had opened Jennifer's eyes to a truth that she knew she could no longer ignore. There was anger within her, a capacity for ruthlessness and malice that she had never known before her growth and the power that came with it. It scared the blonde giantess to her core. It gripped her tightly, harnessing the animosity between the two wrestlers to strengthen its malevolent hold over her, as if the woman in her dreams was trying to claw her way out. Jennifer knew her the power of her will was strong, but the truth of what she harboured frightened her so much that she wondered if she could cast out these thoughts, this other being within her, once and for all. All this evil brewed within her mind like a poison and Jennifer found it hard to shake the temptation of absolute power that could be hers alone to flaunt, but she knew she couldn't succumb to such vile and cruel fantasies. She couldn't let herself become something so ugly. If she was to use this power, it would be to help the people of this world, a world that was not for her to rule. At least, this was what she hoped was true.

As Jennifer stood in the empty halls of high rises and skyscrapers, silently confronting her feelings, a rumble quietly shook the earth, one that certainly didn't originate from her. Lola was close. Jennifer knew she had to confront her old rival, but part of her wished she didn't, that she could just disappear knowing that Lola wouldn't misuse her power, that there would be peace between them and the rest of the normal world. The blonde giantess was so tired of fighting, so tired of the destruction. She sighed, once again taking a step further into the city, unsure of what she'd find, but certain that she had to settle things once and for all.

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"Alright, ladies and gentlemen." Colonel Hutchinson began.
"Dr. Perkins and her team have devised a solution to the current threat in the San Francisco area. Doctor, the floor is yours."

"Thank you, Colonel." Beverly said as she stood up. In front of her, a small gathering of pilots and ancillary personnel sat in anticipation, waiting to hear the scientist's plan.

"As you know, the second target has just entered the downtown core, seemingly following her predecessors path. It's projected that the two will come in to contact with each other soon, this is where you come in." She said, pointing the young pilots at the front of the assembly.

"Two chopper teams will move into the city. One team will carry the control batch of my Anti-Compound Weapon and deploy first. If we're lucky, that will do the trick and we will have successfully carried out our mission."

"And if we're not lucky?" One of the crew asked.

"If we're not lucky... the Compound is highly adaptable. If we're not lucky any number of contaminants could have caused unexpected mutations within the two targets, nullifying the effects of the Anti-Compound Weapon as it is. So, I will be flying with the second chopper team to observe any potential variables that arise during the first team's deployment and synthesize corrections for the second deployment."

"And if that doesn't work?" Colonel Hutchinson asked. Nervous murmurs passed around the room as all eyes fell solely upon Dr. Perkins.

"I'm confident in my work, colonel." Perkins replied.
"But... in the event that something goes wrong, it will fall upon your discretion to stop those two." She added solemnly. The colonel nodded, walking up to the centre of the briefing room as Perkins stepped to the side. Taking a brief look at the assembly of young soldiers on station, Colonel Hutchinson cleared his throat in preparation.

"I'm confident in your plan as well, Dr. Perkins. However, we must always be prepared for failure. Chopper teams Alpha and Bravo, you are our last best hope to ensure this threat is neutralized with minimal collateral damage to the city and civilians. If you cannot accomplish your mission, I have begun the steps to authorize a tactical nuclear strike as a total last resort." The grizzled colonel admitted as shocked whispers circulate the room. Agent Nguyen bowed her head in disbelief and stepped forward.

"Sir? With all due respect, surely there's a less drastic solution than dropping a nuke on American soil? On American people?" The agent asked bluntly. Hutchinson furrowed his brow. On some level, he agreed with the stance Agent Nguyen was taking. The two of them, while acting for different branches of government, had a duty to protect the American people and this solution, as permanent as it might be, was going to destroy a major metropolitan city. But, it was a precaution that needed to be taken.

"It wasn't a decision that was made lightly." Hutchinson replied.
"These women, if given the autonomy to come and go as they please, could endanger not jut the trapped residents of San Francisco, but potentially millions more across the country. This is a preventative measure. And, while it is an option I wish we didn't have to consider, I believe this to be the only conclusive way to end this crisis for good, assuming Dr. Perkins' plan falls through. I hope to god, any god that will hear me, that it doesn't. To your stations."

The colonel concluded the briefing and the room jumped to life with personnel filtering out of every exit, readying themselves for the dangerous task ahead of them. As a team of pilots lead Beverly Perkins to the helicopters selected for the mission, José cut through the crowd with Agent Nguyen in toe, intercepting the scientist.

"Bev, wait up!" He exclaimed. The pilots turned to look at the chemical engineer expectantly, reluctant to let any crucial time go to waste, but Nguyen waved them off with an "it's all good." gesture.

"Here to see me off?" The young scientist asked, surprising José with the complete lack of hostility in her tone.

"Something like that." Nguyen said, as José began rubbing his hands together nervously.

"Listen, doc. We both know this plan will work, but I can't let you get on that helicopter. I can't." The chemical engineer said sternly.

"Excuse me?" Perkins replied incredulously. José smiled a weak smile, placing a hand on his colleague's shoulder.

"Let me go in your place. Remember how I was the first person to identify the potential adaptability of The Compound? I'm capable, let me do this instead." José said quietly, almost pleading. Beverly looked to the pilots that stood by anxiously and then back to the man in front of her. She was somewhat taken aback, surprised by the sudden vulnerability being shown, a side of José she had never seen in their time working together. She stood silently, waiting for the usual wisecrack or smartass comment that José always seemed to have at the ready, but none came. Instead, he said nothing, awaiting an answer as his reddened eyes, tired and remorseful, remained locked on hers.

"Let me fix this, Bev. Please."

"Is this the guilt talking?" Beverly asked.

"It's definitely not the bravery." José retorted with a small chuckle.
"I just, I need to make up for this. Starting with right now."

"And we're all very proud of you for realizing that you screwed up." Agent Nguyen interjected.
"But we need to get this ball rolling. What's it gonna be, Doctor?"

"I'm going, neither of you can stop me." The raven-haired scientist declared, crossing her arms.
"I'm not going to forgive you for going behind my back, stealing my life's work, and trying to sell it off. I won't do that, but I do believe you earnestly want to atone for that mistake. You're good at your job José, there's no doubt about that, and if you want to get on this helicopter with me, even at the risk of death or worse, I will not refuse your company."

"You heard the lady, flyboys. Make sure there's an extra seat on Bravo's bird." Nguyen called out to the pilots. José's face lit up as Perkins relented, the scientist herself showing the slightest hint of a smile. She knew how she felt, about how José jeopardized her work, her dreams. But the man had endeared himself to her over the years and if they lived through the night, this would be the first step to reconciling the damage done between them. Hell, she even admitted herself, good help is hard to find and José stood head and shoulders above the rest of potential candidates Beverly had to choose from. If she was going to have any hope of getting her ambitious projects back on track, she'd need a mind like his.

"Alright then, you weirdos. I guess this is goodbye." The young agent said, scratching her head as she checked her phone.

"It is?" José asked.

"Yea. I've been reassigned." She replied.
"Good luck. To both of you. José, when you make it back here, there'll be some MP's waiting to take you into custody. I've already put in a recommendation for a reduced sentence, I hope you make it out of this ok. You're a dumbass, but you're a good guy."

"Thanks, Theresa. Out of all the women that have pointed a gun at me, you're definitely near the top of the list." José smiled warmly. Agent Nguyen laughed, jokingly flicking open the strap on her holster before turning to walk away, giving a brief wave over her shoulder as she did.

------

"Lola Says change partners!" The hedonistic goddess moaned as she aggressively pumped three fingers into her wet cunt. Her "game" had evolved beyond a simple method to test her followers' loyalty, spiralling into a full-on orgy of worship. The frenzied crowd had stripped naked, happily fucking and sucking everything in sight to appease their new idol and her depraved whims, utterly delighting the tattooed giantess. Lola vigorously massaged her massive body, tracing her hand along her delicate curves as she continued to fuck herself while scores of tiny lovers crawled all over her in the pursuit of personal pleasure. Intrepid devotees clung to her thick, engorged nipples as a brave few climbed upon their goddess's massive clit, their minuscule touch sending waves of electric pleasure rippling throughout Lola's body. The burgeoning sensation continued to bubble deep within her expansive body, building and building until...

"Ohmigod, ohmigod, OHMIGOD!" The sensation could build no more. Lola squealed, bucking wildly as she reached another climax. A torrent of cum rained down upon the lust-fuelled assembly in Union Square as the redhead squirted violently, letting her hand rest upon her stomach as several limp, lifeless bodies poured out from her hungry pussy.

"Holy shit." Lola said, panting as the crowd erupted in cheer at their goddess's orgasm.
"You little dudes know just how to find the g-spot."

Lola leaned forward, sitting upright to get a better look at her followers, sending the groups hanging from her nipples tumbling down onto her tremendous thighs. Squinting at the mess between her legs, Lola saw the aftermath of the latest expedition and frowned. Another batch spelunkers, drowned or crushed in the harsh, cavernous maw of her cunt.

"Your sacrifice won't be forgotten, you heroes." Lola said, scooping up her latest victims before tossing them to the side carelessly.

"Alright, let's get 10 more pussydivers, step right up. Let's see if we can get a 4th squirt." She declared, sounding somewhat bored as she waited for her gathering to fulfill her order. However, instead of immediately carrying out her instruction, most of the crowd stood silent while a few others nervously looked, some even pointing in Lola's direction.

"Oh, babies, I thought we knew better than this? Lola Says line the fuck up." She ordered, raising her voice slightly. While her gathering felt compelled to oblige her command, there was a trepidation among the group that frustrated Lola. Her tiny worshippers had been so obedient, why where they getting cold feet now? While a meagre few attempted to carry out Lola's suicidal request, more and more little devotees stood idle and began to point. It was hard to see from her dizzying perspective but as more people raised their hands to point, the goddess of lust realized the congregation wasn't pointing at her, but past her.

"What the fuck has got you all so spook-" Lola asked, her mouth agape as she turned around to see Jennifer Harper, the tallest woman in the world, standing at the edge of Union Square. Dumbstruck, Lola scrambled to stand and confront her rival. The airspace above hummed with the droning buzz of news choppers, eagerly getting an eyeful of the new challenger waiting on the precipice of the park. A few moments of silence washed over the uncomfortable reunion before the gathered crowd, seemingly misinterpreting the situation, erupted in a loud uproarious cheer.

"Oh, shut the fuck up. Little traitors." Lola hissed, pounding her foot into the earth, shaking the ground violently as the excited devotees fell to the floor, powerless against the quake. Scowling, the fiery-haired goddess turned her attention to her still-silent counterpart.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the world's biggest boner-killer." She chided, her booming voice echoing off the walls of city that surrounded the two. Jennifer crossed her arms, having expected a certain lack of civility from Lola, just not so immediately.

"Lola, please. I'm not here to fight." She said, her audible weariness hanging from each word.

"Why?" Lola scoffed
"Scared you'll get your ass kicked again?"

"No." Jennifer said through gritted teeth, doing her best to keep her brewing frustration in check
"I'm here to talk. That's all I want."

The pair stood, silently starting each other down for a few more moments. Jennifer felt a tickling sensation upon her foot, looking down to see a selection of people gathered around her toes, attempting to climb up before turning her attention back towards Lola as the tattooed tyrant took a step closer.

"Bitch, you're lucky to be alive. And if you don't get out of my sight right now, I think I'm liable to correct that mistake." Lola threatened, doing her best to intimidate. Jennifer was unfazed, having learned how to navigate around Lola's particular flavour of smack talk a long time ago. The blonde giantess stood her ground, finding herself more concerned with the increasing number of tiny, delicate people crowding around her feet.

"Look, the thought of never seeing you again thrills me to no end, trust me." Jennifer said, shifting her heel as scores of tiny people brushed against her.
"But I can't leave. Not until I know you won't hurt any more people."

Jennifer's cold, blue eyes met her rival's, piercing deeply into the shorter giantess's gaze with intent. Lola knew the look well, it was a look she received many times during the pair's shared employment at The Jewel. Jennifer's patented "I'm sick of Lola's shit and ready to complain about it to a manager." look. Lola was always the combative sort, ready to stamp out a conflict with her words or fists if the need arose, a trait that made her a valuable, if somewhat volatile wrestler. Jennifer had fighting prowess and skill, but to her, wrestling was a show, an act. Whenever any real tension brewed between Lola and her, Jennifer weathered the conflict and traded barbs far better than most of Lola's targets of harassment. However, when the relentless deluge of Negative Lola Energy? became too much for any sane person to bear, the management at The Jewel would get an earful about her behaviour. But with no one around or even capable of resolving the conflict for her this time, Lola merely laughed a malicious laugh at her rival's expense, confident that she could handle Jennifer any day of the week.

"Heh! That's very saintly of you, but I think I'll do whatever the fuck I please, thank you very much." Lola declared through her laughter, a sizeable chunk of the gathered crowd cheering at her musings, as if to punctuate her point.

"Oh. I think my subjects agree." She said, her tone honey-dipped and dripping with smug satisfaction.

"Lola, these people are not ours to rule!" Jennifer said angrily, gesturing to the assembly below.

"Why not?" Lola retorted.
"I can think of a few areas in the current system with room for improvement. The shitty little bugs had their chance, why shouldn't we get one!?"

Jennifer clenched her fists, inhaling sharply. As she stared her opponent down, a slight whisper, almost imperceptibly quiet, crept back into her mind urging the blonde wrestler to strike. Lola would never listen to reason, only violence, so why try to be diplomatic? As Jennifer tried to quiet to malicious voice within her, Lola continued, taking a step closer.

"Besides, what else is there other than waiting to be killed? I'm not waiting for that, I'm not! I'm not anybody's prey anymore. I'm the motherfucking apex predator!" Lola shouted, her fury building at the mere thought of being preyed upon. Jennifer let her shoulders dip, her posture deflating. She didn't know what to say, how to argue in a way that would sway Lola's decision to her side. It was clear that the fiery-haired giantess had her mind made up.

I don't know." Jennifer offered weakly.
"But I know this isn't right. Please."

"No." Lola said, saying all she needed to. Jennifer signed, placing a defeated hand on her hip.

"Then I have no choice." Jennifer conceded.
"I really hoped it wouldn't come to this, I'm sorry."

In an instant, Jennifer sprang into action like a lioness going in for the kill, the people gathered around her feet flying backwards as the giantess bolted forward. Lola, not expecting her opponent to make the first move, was caught off guard making her an open target for Jennifer's flying roundhouse kick. As the tattooed tyrant sailed through the air into the next street over, one thing was clear, The Harpy was not here to play.

"I'm not gonna let you bully me anymore, Lola. Me or anybody else." Jennifer declared, sprinting up to the stunned giantess with alarming speed as she tried to rise from the rubble of the buildings she crashed into. Struggling through the pain and startled shock, Lola tried to rise, looking up to see Jennifer standing above her, a savage double axe-handle hurtling towards her. Lola took the blow to her upper back, collapsing back onto the pile of rubble with a tremendous force, shaking the earth violently as thick clouds of dust plumed outward, into the night air. The swarm of helicopters, searchlights ablaze, circled the scene, hungry to capture the titanic battle on their cameras. Blinding light shines down through the columns of dust, illuminating the ruined street and impairing Jennifer's vision. Holding a hand up to block the intense light, the blonde bombshell was blindsided by a sweeping kick from Lola, toppling the triumphant wrestler. Thinking quickly, Lola used her time to put some distance between them, surprised by the brutality and her opponent had resorted to. Jennifer was quick and efficient, Lola knew she would need to use every dirty trick she had to gain the advantage against the aspiring wrestler's prowess. Quickly scanning be street, Lola set her sights on a nearby smaller building and grinned.

"This oughtta work!" She grunted, tearing the building from its foundation, similarly to the one she buried her foe under earlier. Jennifer, now standing at the ready, watched, anticipating Lola's next move as she devised an appropriate counter. As Lola wound up to throw the building, Jennifer moved in, ready to block the oncoming structure and deliver a followup attack only to hesitate as she saw Lola's true intention. The crowd, most of them still gathered in Union Square, watched in horror as their red-headed goddess tossed the multi-tiered office in their direction instead of at her adversary. Jennifer had nanoseconds to choose, punish Lola's attack or try and save the people from being crushed by a flying building. Jennifer knew it was a trick, she knew it was a trap and she knew that trying to save the crowd would only impede her goal and endanger more lives in the long-term. She tried to tell herself that quickly shutting Lola down was the best choice for everybody, but Jennifer couldn't stomach the thought of more people coming to harm because of her inaction.

The time to choose was over. Instinctively, Jennifer reached out a hand mid-spring, hoping to catch the building and re-direct it back Lola as she approached. Though her reflexes we're quick, there was barely enough time to connect with the sailing office building with any semblance of finesse and the blonde giantess's hand ploughed clean through the structure, sending an avalanche of debris fanning across the square. There was no time to asses the damage, however as Jennifer's inertia continued to carry her towards her opponent, unable to stop as Lola wound up a mighty kick straight to her abdomen. Jennifer reeled, the impact to her gut leaving her winded, but standing, doubled over as she coughed in pain. Lola moved in, reaching for a handful of long, blonde hair to grasp and pull. The over-grown bully swiped at Jennifer's scalp, clawing viscously as she grabbed a fistful of her opponent's luscious locks and yanked violently.

"Get fucked, you big bitch!" Lola cried, pulling her stunned foe by the hair, sending her tumbling into a nearby hotel. The massive woman obliterated the structure as she bowled into it, collapsing on the ground as the 10-storey building fell around her. The helicopter spotlights illuminated the hefty display of collateral damage as millions of viewers around the world watched the fight, unable to look away from the sheer spectacle.

"I'll drop this whole fuckin' city on you till you learn your lesson!" Lola called out, approaching Jennifer with as much menace as she could muster. Dazed from the attack, Jennifer blinked furiously, her vision blurred and her head pounding. With her opponent only a few steps away, the young wrestler grabbed a chunk of the ruined building and hurtled it back in Lola's direction, buying a few precious seconds to stand and shake off the last assault, readying herself for more action. She stepped back into the middle of the street, bruised but not broken. The two titanic terrors stared each other down, ready to strike like duelling Cobras as the world waited, the thick tension being felt across the city. Jennifer once again made the first move, making an approach when something curious happened. As she began to step forward, a glint of gold bounced off the mirrored windows of the city around her and in an instant, a figure jumped out at her from behind a building. As the blonde giantess, fuelled by panicked instinct, raised her defences to mitigate the incoming blow, Jennifer realized that she had been deceived by her own eyes once again. The figure was gone, and Lola was charging straight for her.

With incredible brute strength, Lola slammed into Jennifer, hoisting the taller giantess high with a constricting bear hug. Jennifer gasped, desperate for a breath as her tormentor squeezed with tremendous force, compressing and the blonde's chest cavity with ease. As she was crushed helplessly against Lola's mighty cleavage, her own tits dangled over her rival's face, her engorged nipples brushing against the tattooed giantess's head. Unable to resist, Lola took a wild bite, clamping on to her captive's nipple with an angry chomp. Jennifer, on the brink of asphyxiation, found enough air in her lungs to let it a sharp yelp, a mixture of pleasure and pain shooting through her body as Lola began to swing backwards. Unable to restrain her any longer, the shorter goddess rocked back, giving herself the momentum to throw Jennifer onto the ground with a mighty slam, cratering the street entirely. Lola drew close, hoping to stomp her downed opponent but caught a swift kick to the crotch as Jennifer, her body screaming in pain, managed to keep her wits about her enough to retaliate. The megalomanic woman stumbled into a corporate skyscraper, decimating the facade as she howled in discomfort.

"Your bullshit isn't gonna save you this time, Lola." Jennifer said, rising up onto her feet triumphantly. Lola groaned, sweat dropping from her body as she stood up straight to face her foe.

"I don't need any "bullshit" to kill you." The shorter giantess growled, her eyes wild and feral with hatred and rage. Jennifer stood her ground, unshaken by her rival's ghoulish threat but cautious all the same. Lola was vulnerable when she was predictable and Jennifer could easily prepare any counter she needed when she could accurately anticipate the fiery giantess's next move. Her wrestling skill and natural prowess came a long way in this brutal battle, but Jennifer knew the lengths Lola would go to secure her victory. No boundary was too far, nothing was off limits, nobody was safe until the 900ft tyrant was stopped for good.

Meanwhile, several military helicopters, sleek, fast, and armed with humanity's last hope for salvation, screamed over the hills towards the war zone that was San Francisco. The shining jewel of California lay at the feet of Jennifer Harper and Lola Blaze, two warriors standing opposed, monolithic in their scope as the loomed over the city in which their final grudgematch would be fought.

There was a mighty crack, the snapping of sinew and bone as her foe's body crumpled. Dropping the steel cable from her hands, Jennifer watched as the Lola's form slumped into the icy waters, dead. It was over, she had finally put an end to the madness, she had won.

Sore and tired, Jennifer Harper waded over to the derelict prison island of Alcatraz, sitting on the desolate rock while she rested her battered body. Before her, the city of San Francisco sat alight, it's grandeur reduced to a blazing vista of toppled skyscrapers and dust. She knew it was her fault, she knew she was responsible for the carnage, chaos, death, and destruction, but Jennifer didn't care. Even as she choked the life out of her rival, she felt nothing. No sadness, no remorse, no relief. She stared at the burning city in silence, the dozens of helicopters watching her from all sides lying in wait for whatever came next. The whole world was perched in anticipation of the giant blonde's next move, something Jennifer didn't quite know, herself. She was at a loss about what she would do, where she would go, how she would eat. The tiny world felt like a barren wasteland, a cruel mockery of the life she once had. She couldn't live among this world, not as it was.

But Jennifer would not accept that.

What had happened to her and Lola was a freak accident perpetrated by god-knows who, it wasn't her fault. Jennifer never asked to be transformed into what she was, it seemed doubly unfair to be persecuted and mistreated when she was just as much a victim as anyone else. If the world wouldn't bend to allow her a place within it, then it would have to be broken into shape. It seemed too harsh a decision to make, but it was the only way to ensure her survival. Jennifer stood, the powerful silence broken as she took a few powerful steps into the bay before stopping. Towering over the water, she looked around, hoping there were still people left to hear her.

"Listen up." She called, her voice thunderous and powerful, carrying for miles.
"Just. Just do as I say for now and everything will be ok."

What came in the following weeks was an arrangement. An agreement formed by Jennifer and the surviving population of the San Francisco Bay and its surrounding cities. They would work to provide the titaness with sustenance and in return, Jennifer did her best to help rebuild but ultimately kept her distance to avoid causing any more destruction. The remnants of the coastal city were hesitant at first but when her hands-off approach was met with little response, the annoyed giantess made her terms a little more clear, threatening swift retribution if she wasn't fed. Initially, Jennifer found it hard to assert herself over the tiny people in such a domineering way, her comical first attempts filled with apprehension, perhaps even the last few remaining shreds of guilt within her. But, as she rationalized that it was necessary for her survival, the enormous ruler-to-be found herself growing into the role, likening it to playing a heel.

In her years of dreaming and aspirations of becoming a wrestler, Jennifer always pictured herself adored by the fans, celebrated as the hero, a face. She had concepted villainous heel personas in the past, but never anything more than a darker costume and some more risqué ring banter. She just couldn't see the appeal, preferring to win hearts over the jeers and boos. Still, Jennifer appreciated the vital role a villain played. Heroes were nothing without their counterpart and the relationship between face and heel was a delicate dichotomy, an elegance that allowed wrestling to be the masterclass in artful storytelling that it was. And so, as the time passed and Jennifer grew more comfortable with her persona, the "Dark Goddess" emerged.

Of course, her tenuous agreement with the remnants of San Francisco attracted unwanted attention and The United States government soon took umbrage with her demands. Lola, when she was alive, was deemed the "larger" threat by military analysts and after her defeat, the government ultimately scrapped Colonel Hutchinson's plan to use a nuke as a plan B, believing Jennifer to be a more reasonable and diplomatic entity. Soon, waves of armed forces were deployed to "negotiate" with the prospective new ally, however every attempt was met with the same grim resolution, each negotiator ending up a smear on the cracked pavement. Most of the conflict was prompted by the military first with Jennifer acting in defence, but by fifth deployment of troops and tanks, the lone giantess was done playing their game. She was tired.

Jennifer didn't want to live like this, she refused to be bullied by old men that sought to intimidate her into submission with their fancy army of puny, disposable soldiers. As she grew more and more fed up with the constant persecution, her retaliation against the armed forces became more and more severe and brutal, but the assaults never stopped. After days upon days of conflict, Jennifer realized that she needed to tackle the problem at its source. To kill the weeds completely, she had to destroy the roots, and so, the humongous heel hatched a plan.

It took some time to get things in motion, helped in part by the growing tide of supporters, but soon the entire economy of the Bay Area became solely focused on the continued effort to provide food for Jennifer. Opinion shifted, people were "persuaded", and soon, the gigantic woman's following grew more and more devoted, willing to do anything in the name of their cruel goddess and her devilish power. She had fully embraced her new persona, enjoying the fun and flair that came with being the unrepentantly malicious heel, a powerful mistress to be feared and adored. In time, she came to see her worshippers less as people and more of a commodity, a workforce of devoted drones existing solely to please their mighty matriarch and fan the flames of her growing ego. With her basic needs met, the titanic diva was pleased but far from content.

She had tasted the power, the dominance, she wanted more and with her support growing faster than ever, Jennifer knew it was time to exact her plan and kill the pesky weeds once and for all. She rallied her people, gathering her most spirited and fanatical of worshippers. Together, the towering blonde lead her devout on a bloody assault of the nearby Air Force base, Pillar Point, wiping out nearly all the personnel stationed there while claiming the precious military assets present for her cause, including the very nuclear warhead planned to be used against her. The victory was a decisive one, an illuminating one. As she effectively stomped out a military installation, the towering diva came to realize that if one base could fall so easily, surely the rest of them would too.

Slowly, Jennifer and her growing army spread eastward, carving a bloody path across The United States in her conquest for more power. Her strength and numbers increased with each battle as she subsumed more and more into her ranks, marching unchallenged towards Washington D.C.
Jennifer's trajectory had long since been predicted and the American capital was fortified into the last bastion of leadership for the country, but even the staggering degrees of defence could not stop the tide of the terrible titaness and her armies from rolling over D.C. They marched, unchallenged towards the seat of power, forcing a strategic surrender by a president that had no choice but to overturn control to the immense conquerer.

Yet Jennifer was still not content. As her legions of devout followers, ballooned into the millions, her power and influence infesting the once free United States, the cruel goddess took her campaign north into Canada. She and her armies crossed the border into Ontario and with the entirety of the American military now at her back, the northern commonwealth folded after the first wave of defences were completely obliterated, surrendering well before she even made it to Ottawa. It was a satisfying victory, but Jennifer wanted to be sure her dominance was truly recognized, sitting upon the Canadian parliament to solidify her control. The historic landmark made for a pitiful throne, but as she rested her immense ass on the splintered remains of the Canadian government, the towering tyrant wondered how Britain would feel about her taking their property. Surely the Crown wouldn't be to happy, but if they had qualms, Jennifer was more than eager to show those stuffy imperialists across the pond who was really in charge.

Her work in the north finished, the beautiful blonde behemoth went south, leading her armies towards Mexico. It was clear to the world what her grim campaign entailed and upon witnessing the conquest of it's continental neighbours, the last free North American nation knew it had no chance against the approaching onslaught. There was disquiet within the country's leadership about whether to put up any kind of resistance, but ultimately, the southern nation surrendered to the cruel colossus before she even reached Texas. All three countries fell with little fanfare and soon Jennifer Harper, the once-hopeful and optimistic young woman, held an entire continent in her controlling clutches. Though amused by the ease of her efforts, Jennifer almost felt insulted at how little force she needed to employ in order to achieve her goals. The villainous vixen wanted an excuse to flex her might, display her almost comical levels of power to the rest of the world, put on a show, but she wasn't about to go galavanting about on land that now belonged to her. The nervous nations across the globe would just have to wait for her demonstration of power, as would she.

She returned west, to San Francisco. Reconstruction of the city had begun and slowly, the new settlement began to take form, moulded by Jennifer's influence into her seat of power. Banners and flags flew in her honour, effigies and statues were erected in reverence, and the lonely prison, Alcatraz, was converted into her very own personal throne. Shimmering in the hot Californian sun, this towering icon of opulence and absolute power shot into the sky, it's golden seat lined with velvet cushions and tassels that must've been at least 100ft long. With a pleased grin, Jennifer sat atop her new throne, her curvaceous ass and hips filling out the entirety of the seat, but it was a snug, comfortable fit. As she lounged, doing her best to embody the spirit of her new gift, cargo helicopters carrying huge, custom jewelry flanked her on all sides, embellished with stained glass and polymer. She took the bangles, the earrings, the anklets, the pendants, and wore them proudly, her regalia fitting of a woman of her stature, a queen, an empress.

She had tasted power. Looking inland, everything that Jennifer saw, and everything beyond the horizon past that, belonged to her. As she lounged atop her glorious throne, the young woman felt accomplished, important, successful in a way that seemed to spill right out of her wildest dreams. For a moment, for the first time in a long time, Jennifer felt satisfied. Her conquest was deserving of a rest, but still, she was not content. Countries around the globe waited in fear, dreading the inevitable day that the power-hungry goddess turned her attention towards them. Her unified continent, her global superpower, was enough for now, but Jennifer wanted it all. She wanted the world.

And soon, that would be hers, too.

THE (ALTERNATE) END

The desperate thrashing stopped as the relentless cold of the San Francisco Bay became all Jennifer could feel. The choppy waters calmed, and her body went limp and lifeless. 

"Fucking finally!" Lola exclaimed, hopping off her former rival impatiently. The world watched in stunned silence, shocked at the remorseless act of violence perpetrated by the now-largest woman in the world. Looking down at the body of her colleague, Lola felt only pity.

"What a waste." She muttered, walking off towards the shore. As she stomped away from her fallen foe, the buzzing of helicopters swarmed her, chronicling the end of the bloody battle as they circled around the chaotic waters of the bay.

"The fuck are you looking at?" Lola spat, giving a defiant middle finger to the cameras. Her patience for these buzzards was at its end, but the effort to chase every single minuscule aircraft down did not appeal to the tired titaness, so she let them be for now. Reaching the shores of the ruined city, Lola stepped through the hallowed streets, marvelling at the destruction. Places she had been to, shops and restaurants she had known, almost everything in the downtown core was gone, it's people nowhere to be found.

"Anybody home?" She called, her voice echoing throughout the desolation. The wind howled through the vacant remnants of the city. Nothing stirred save for the crumbling buildings that fell as she walked through the empty shell of San Francisco.

"Bummer." Lola thought aloud, arriving at Union Square to find her congregation of worshippers long gone. Feeling a slight pang of guilt, the lone giantess scoured the scene for any indication that her following was, at the very least, safe and dispersed, but found no such proof. There was nothing but dust and a few mangled bodies of the unlucky ones that didn't make it. A grim end to her pleasant-but-brief reign as Queen.

Feeling defeated, Lola pouted, slumping her shoulders as she sat in the destroyed square with a deafening thud. While she certainly didn't expect a parade or anything, the voluptuous giantess had hoped her return to the city would be met with some kind of celebration. Looking around at the rubble and ruin, the sullen siren felt abandoned. Lola's most faithful had left her in this hour of triumph,  there was nothing left for her here now. The loneliness turned to sadness and then spite as the tremendous redhead stood, clenching her fists in frustration. Her victory lap was nothing without people to celebrate with, this simply wouldn't do. Perhaps her fans had scattered, perhaps there were still people to worship her, but there were none here, and so, Lola decided to move on.

The downtown core may have been reduced to ruins, but San Francisco was a large city, teeming with life. There was no way everybody could have gotten out in a mere few hours, something Lola was counting on as she prowled the streets, looking for pockets of survivors, life among the destruction. Her massive legs carried her quickly, her chunky thighs and enormous ass rippling with each careless step. Like an unstoppable tide, the curvy colossus scoured the landscape beneath the twisting maze of marred metropolis, demolishing everything in her path. Behind her, the subtle hum and rhythm of the helicopters that trailed her persisted throughout the vacant night air, a droning that grew more irritable the more nothing Lola found. She wanted her worshippers present, not sitting safely behind a tv on the other side of the planet. The choppers may have been an eye in the sky for all the curious and perverted souls keen to her prowl the empty streets, but a virtual audience didn't excite Lola the same any more. The sole giantess found her mood to be somewhat hampered and the presence of the news choppers compounded on the feeling of loneliness that sat heavily within her chest. However, it was when she finally felt ready to show the flying fucks how she felt when she noticed something in the distance, the searchlight of another helicopter rising above the skyline of the meager buildings before her.

"You pricks are so lucky." Lola muttered to herself, letting the trailing paparazzi fade from her mind as she watched the new aircraft intently. Search and rescue, two birds dusting off after picking survivors up, if she had to guess. She quickened her pace, knowing fully that anybody there would have definitely heard, if not felt, her approach coming.

----

"Alright... sounds good." The pilot gently spoke to himself, giving an affirming nod to his co-pilot. Echo Ten-Niner and Hotel Seven-Two, the large transport craft containing 10 souls apiece plus pilots, began their ascent into the smoky night sky. Down below, three more rescue birds sat in the secluded opening, ready to be boarded by scores of frantic survivors that rallied across town to the evacuation checkpoint. One such woman, a young, frail-looking girl, stood in the queue as she anxiously awaited her turn. She had been deeper downtown when the second giant showed up, when the chaos truly began. Just barely managing to escape when things got hairy, she hurried her way to the military perimeter desperate to find some safety as the city seemed to shake itself apart and the two colossal women began to fight. The evacuation commenced as their battle pushed out of the city and into the bay, those ordering the operation capitalizing on the increasing distance between them and the giants. Helicopters arrived, filled up with survivors, and took off with a rhythm, at least fourteen coming and going before the scared young woman found herself next in line to board. All seemed well as a soldier waved her over, but then, the rumbling began again.

Everybody present knew it was a matter of time until the titanic tussle yielded a victor, the blonde, or the redhead. The young woman didn't know much about the blonde, only that she was huge and potentially dangerous. But there, at the crowded evacuation checkpoint, word began to spread about the misdeeds of the gargantuan girl known as Lola Blaze. Eavesdropping, the young woman overheard stories of depraved narcissism and cruelty, the kind of stuff only a monster was capable of. Like, seriously, pissing on the Golden Gate Bridge?

Nevertheless, the telltale tremors began to rattle through the earth, and it became clear that the winner was returning to roost, causing panic amidst the crowded perimeter, and accelerating the evacuation none. As she boarded the helicopter and found her seat, the nervous young woman hoped beyond hope that the aircraft would rise above the buildings of San Francisco and she would see neither giant woman, least of all, the redhead. The evening's events had been harrowing and traumatic, like one giant nightmare she wished she wake from. Of course, that wasn't the case, but she felt optimistic about her escape, hopeful for the first time that night. Quickly, the cabin of the helicopter filled with similarly frightened people and the rotors began to turn. With a quick jerk, the aircraft pulled away from solid ground and began to ascend along with its twin, another evac chopper filled with relieved survivors. However, as the two helicopters flew off, down below, one vacant craft remained. The shaking quakes grew more violent, as did the crowd of survivors left at the checkpoint who began to swarm the remaining chopper. The stationed guards tried to maintain order, but they were few against a sea of many and quickly found themselves overrun. Swathes of survivors rushed the motionless aircraft, cramming themselves in as many as the vessel could take. Fearing the repercussions of refusal, the pilot was given the all-clear to take off and the helicopter followed the others upward, stuffed full of people clinging to the landing struts. The chaos was unbelievable, spurred on by the overwhelming rumbling that the young woman could no longer feel, but heard. As they crested the top of the surrounding buildings, she watched the scene below grow more and more insane. The people down there were boxed in, helpless against the monster that was about to descend upon them. It was horrifying, and fascinating.

However, the young survivor was forced to tear her eyes away from the chaos when the sky behind her lit up with fire and the helicopter she rode in pulled away wildly. The others inside shrieked with fear as the sudden maneuver jerked them around inside their secure seats, succumbing to more G's than any untrained human was used to. The aircraft swung around, adjusting its course to get clear of the sudden danger and as it turned, the young woman's eyes went wide with terror at what she saw.

----

With one simple motion, Lola swiped her hand through the top-floor of a nearby high-rise, collecting a handful of brick and mortar and trendy home furnishings while the excess tumbled to the ground below. She spotted three more helicopters rising above the skyline and took aim, lining up her shot with clinical prowess. She'd already knocked one pesky buzzard out of the sky back in Hope Springs, and no one was around to 'save' these three. 

While her wind up and pitch were textbook form, the ensuing shower of loose debris was less expected. Releasing her grip on the rubble, an inaccurate spread of high velocity masonry shot through the sky in the general direction of her targets. Not the cleanest pitch of her career, but as the errant wall of a studio apartment contacted the tail of a helicopter, she was satisfied with the result.

"I'll take it." Lola mused, swiping another handful as she took a few steps closer. The impact ruptured the fuel line of the vessel, instantly sparking a fiery explosion, incinerating everyone aboard and like a lead balloon, the fireball of steel crashed down to the earth below. In truth, Lola wasn't aiming for that particular chopper, and now her initial target was adjusting with some evasive maneuvers. Compressing her hands together firmly, the mountainous woman hoped to pack the contents of her hands more tightly, yielding a more stable projectile. She was focused on her target, calculating how best to knock the remaining helicopter from the sky as she continued forward, not watching where she was stepping.

With one careless, ruinous footfall, Lola reached the evac checkpoint, instantly flattening a corner of the military perimeter with ease. The armoured vehicles and emplacements that comprised the border crumpled beneath the cruel giantess's massive toes with no fanfare. They offered such little resistance in fact that Lola barely noticed the half-dozen APC's that she trampled upon so thoughtlessly, their thick plating feeling no different under her soles than any other car left on the streets. Her attention was so squarely focused on the remaining helicopter that the busty behemoth was completely oblivious to the hundreds of panicked people below, their frenzy going unnoticed until an undamaged missile battery so rudely introduced itself. Instantly, a volley of five low-yield missiles collided with Lola's mighty calves, lighting the buildings that surrounded the enclosed evac checkpoint up with a blinding display of sparks and smoke. The nervous citizens and optimistic soldiers watched closely, a white-knuckle tension hanging over their heads as did the fallout from the bombardment. However, when the dust settled and the flames dimmed, not only was the 930ft woman still standing, no worse for wear, her gaze was now fixed upon the checkpoint, upon them.

"Aha! Going somewhere, you little shits?" She declared, in a tone as though she were scolding a naughty house pet. With ease, Lola discarded the compacted tons of brick and metal she had saved for the other helicopters, dropping the loose ball of former-building onto a vacant section of the streets. The other evac choppers was escaping, sure, but as the megalithic woman peered down past the enormity of her cleavage at the hundreds of people below, she was more than satisfied with her new discovery.

"Well." She announced casually, placing her hands on her curvaceous hips.

"I knew you fuckers would be hiding somewhere, but you've saved me the trouble of rounding y'all up so I can't be too mad about it."

While the military perimeter was useful in establishing some semblance of order in the wide-open chunk of the city, it's oppressive border of heavy duty machines and vehicles now seemed to trap the gathering of survivors within its walls. Some scurried over the edges where they could, but the fervour and frenzy of the people created a swirling mosh pit of chaos and disorder as hundreds of fearful souls reeled at the sight of the goddess of death above them. Lola seemed to pay their plight no mind, ignorant to the tumultuous tide of panic below as she continued to aimlessly speak.

"You guys would not believe the day I've had. First there was Hope Springs, lost my job, crushed a bunch of cops. Then I killed Jenny, twice if you think about it. Still not sure how this all happened and, honestly, it's been a wild one. I don't know about you, but I just need to relax and blow off some steam." She said, raising her arms above her head, giving herself a good stretch that sent shockwaves throughout the earth. The area wasn't huge, not for her. It came in just a little bit smaller than Union Square, but for what Lola had in mind, there was plenty of space. Taking a step to the side, she brought her arms down and folded them, pressing them tightly against her humongous boobs as comfortably as she could. Silently, the skyscraper-sized stripper lifted her other foot, playfully swinging it out over the trapped crowd. From below, the horrified masses caught a glimpse of the enormous soles that had brought doom upon so much and so many, stained with caked-on dirt and the subtle red splotches of people she was once just like. But that was not their fate, not yet, anyway. Having had her fun, Lola pulled her foot back and gave herself enough room to get comfortable.

"You guys don't mind, do you?" She asked, flashing her Cheshire grin.

"I don't want to impose, but I'm just soooo pooped."

The tone made it abundantly clear to the crowd below that Lola didn't care what they had to say, not that anyone dared to protest against her. In an instant, the impossibly huge bombshell crouched down and fell onto her massive, voluptuous behind. More forcefully than any weapon the military had on hand, Lola sat down, her unbelievable heft colliding with the earth yet again. Her ass made contact with the pavement, instantly cratering the soft concrete, and flattening a few abandoned cars left in the street. With a shimmy and a shake, the gigantic woman wiggled in place, rocking the world below with powerful tremors as she fought to get comfy before extending her long legs over and past the crowded checkpoint in a lovely arch.

"That oughta do it!" Lola declared cheerfully. The crowd of survivors was dense, thick with people pushing and shoving to get clear and free of the danger that was Lola Blaze. But as she took her position at the edge of the military perimeter, her huge legs completely dominating the sky above, a wave of resignation seemed to wash over the penned-in people. Perhaps it was fear, self-preservation instincts forcing the masses to submit in the wake of the towering tyrant before them. Perhaps it was some mutant strain of pheromones, chemically inciting their docility to the mountainous minx. But as she took her place, her massive body towering over everything and everyone as she sat upright, there was an almost regal, queenly quality to the goddess that couldn't be ignored. The choppy sea of people calmed, leaving Lola with the rapt, perhaps warped attention of the survivors, and remaining military presence. Even from her birds-eye-view of the month, Lola could see the chaos subsisting, leaving her with a group of new worshippers 100 strong, their focus solely on her.

"Glad you're all paying attention, this next part's important." Lola purred, raising her hand to her plump lips. She smirked before letting her tongue loose, lathering up her middle and index fingers with rich saliva that glistened amidst the floodlights of the checkpoint. Then, with expert precision, Lola guided her delicate hand downward between her massive legs, gently patting her monstrously huge vagina before parting the folds of her labia in a display of sheer erotic prowess. She moaned softly; her low, sonorous expression felt in the chest cavities of everyone present.

"I just can't go to bed without rubbing one out." The babely behemoth cooed, slowly massaging the lips of her immaculate pussy.

"So, don't be shy. Come here and help momma get off."

There was little trepidation among the masses as, one by one, the survivors of San Francisco slowly marched toward the depraved goddess's privates like drones under their queen bee. Many knew they wouldn't survive the task they were given; most didn't care. Besides, the risk of literally drowning in pussy probably beat being ground into a bloody mess, not that that spared an unlucky few from finding out the hard way as Lola bucked and rocked and spasmed as she came, her moans of carnal pleasure echoing throughout the city she had claimed as hers.

---

It wasn't the most comfortable sleep in the world, the rubble of a few skyscrapers proved to be rather poor bedding. A decision Lola regretted in hindsight, but as she struggled to recall the night previous, she couldn't remember much after her 5th orgasm and likely passed out wherever there was room for her. She stretched in place, her massive body shifting tons of debris beneath her as she sat upright and surveyed her kingdom.

The checkpoint was gone, flattened into an unrecognizable mess of metal and sweat-soaked concrete, the only traces of any organized attempt to evacuate lost beneath Lola's shapely calves. Gone too were the people. While it was host to the largest orgy the world had ever seen some scant few hours prior, the lonely square was now empty save for her, with no living proof that another soul had been there. Of course, there was plenty of non-living proof, enough to make Lola question if any of her little lovers had managed to survive the night. In the heat of things, she may have gotten a little carried away, unable to guarantee the safety of her subjects or simply unable to care as she rigorously celebrated her ascendancy to Queendom. Who knows how many people got squashed under her thrashing legs, mashed between her mountainous tits, or crushed in the cavernous passage of her pussy? Lola certainly didn't. And if they just simply dispersed into the night as she slept, the big beauty would track them all down later and have some serious words with them.

It couldn't have been later than 10AM. She had no way to confirm the time beyond the slowly rising sun, but it felt early. For her, anyway. Given her previous profession, Lola was used to late nights and even later rises, rarely getting out of bed before noon. As such, with nothing around to keep her occupied, the towering titaness fell back against the rubble and ruin, content to kill some time before she began her day in earnest.

"I'm gonna miss my pillow-top." Lola muttered sleepily. The craggy peaks of the downtown devastation once again dug into every crease and fold of her voluptuous figure, causing no shortage of discomfort as she got comfortable. It took a few seconds to find the right spot, but as she shimmied the lone goddess found a position she could almost call cozy and let her head rest against the punished earth.

Despite her best efforts to catch some rest, Lola remained wide awake. She wasn't thinking about anything in particular, and perhaps that was the problem. She felt nothing. This was supposed to be her victory lap, she was finally on top of the world, in the figurative and comically literal sense. But Lola didn't feel like a winner, she just felt empty.

The morning rolled on as she lay atop her rubble, with nothing to do but watch the open sky and wonder what came next. Lazily, a single plane drifted by with the morning clouds, so high up, so far away. Lola squinted, watching the curious vessel as best she could as it soared overhead. It wasn't a commercial plane, it definitely seemed military, perhaps a jet of some kind but she was no expert. Appearance aside, the speed was what caught the curvy colossus's attention, intently watching it appear almost motionless in the sky. The airspace above, when not littered with the annoying and constant presence of the media, was mostly sparse with a few appearances made by the occasional reconnaissance craft. Anything that went overhead seemed to know what they were flying over and hurried on their course, zipping by as fast as their machines could go. This plane seemed to have no urgency, almost hanging in the sky directly above San Francisco, directly above Lola herself.

She yawned, rubbing her weary eyes once more as she fought against gravity sit up, making it half way before pathetically crashing back down onto the square. Groaning, Lola blinked, again finding her vision transfixed to the peculiar plane, holding her gaze for a few moments when she noticed something odd. As if on cue, the plane seemed to accelerate, picking up speed before tearing through the skies above, out of sight with a sudden sonic boom. Puzzled, the gigantic woman tried to angle her head to see the horizon the plane shot off into, but instead, something else caught her eye. A speck, a single black spot, almost imperceptible to her eye that seemed to sail downward out of the heavens themselves. For a few silent seconds, Lola tracked the falling object with wonder when the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Up until now, the oversexed, overgrown stripper remained steadfast against everything the military had thrown at her and Jennifer. Their mightiest assault did little more than tickle the capricious goddess, a fact both she and the United States military were both acutely aware of. So as Lola watched the rapidly plummeting object close in on her, she was left to consider what else the pathetic army had to throw at her. What hadn't they tried?

Her beautiful eyes narrowed as a slight whistling pierced the quiet air. As single bead of sweat pooled on her brow as the giantess stared the falling piece of equipment, a bomb if she had to guess. Over the last 24 hours, Lola had been struck by more bombs than some countries. Part of her was tempted to lay back and take whatever pathetic payload this one had in store, to tank the hit and show the world that she couldn't be fucked with so easily. But the rest of her wasn't so certain of that idea as she quietly took stock of her surroundings and tried to stand.

Could that be? It couldn't, could it? They wouldn't do that here, would they?

Rising to her full height, casting a terrible shadow over the ruined checkpoint, Lola craned her head upward as the object drew closer. There wasn't much time left to think, and she took a single, cautious step back when the bomb made landfall at her feet.

Upon impact and subsequent detonation, Lola was horrified to realize that they, in fact, did.

Instantly, a blinding swell of light swallowed San Francisco as torrents of fire poured through the streets, obliterating everything. The force of the blast shattered windows and tripped car alarms across the bay as Oaklanders looked to their hapless neighbour, engulfed in nuclear fire. Lola felt a searing pain shoot through her body as the explosion slammed into her massive form, upending her entire world as her kingdom was decimated beneath her. Then, for a few moments, she felt nothing. Physically anyway. She saw nothing, heard nothing, left with only her thoughts in what was surely her final moments.

On the one hand, she felt sorrowful, grief stricken that she had risen to the top only to be cut back down to size just as quickly. On the other hand, Lola was kinda flattered. Getting America to nuke one of their most famous cities just to take her out? Badass! There wouldn't be a person on this miserable planet that didn't know her face, her name. She'd be immortalized as one of the most infamous humans to have ever lived.

Lofty accolades for a slut from Hope Springs, she thought as she let herself drift into unconsciousness, certain to never wake again.

----

For a terrible 47 seconds, the sunburst of heat and smoke poured over the horizon as the rumbling shockwave blasted through the land. The noise was unbearable as the residents of Oakland discovered first-hand, privy to their front-row seat. Ever since the giant women had first hit San Francisco, the city across the water was on high-alert, it's people fearful that they were next to receive a visit from the destructive duo. Now, on the morning after one of the most historic nights in American history, the entire city watched as San Francisco, and Lola Blaze, were destroyed in a tactical nuclear strike. While the immediate threat of the violent giantess was addressed, few in the neighbouring city felt relief as the overwhelming anxiety of life under the shadow of a mushroom cloud persisted. Why had no effort been made to evacuate their town? Why hadn't the government warned them?

There was little time for hopelessness, however. As the shockwave of the blast dissipated and things grew quiet, a new sound was heard, a new commotion was brewing. Suddenly, powerful quakes shot through the earth, originating outward from the nuke's point of impact. Few within Oakland could see across into the desolate wastes of San Francisco, but those that could saw billowing clouds of dust and smoke pour forth into the open air as something stirred within. Street by street, towers and skyscrapers crashed to the ground, swept aside by some unseen force. The world shook with tremendous violence, the waters of the bay growing rougher and rougher with each second. There were screams of panic, shouts of confusion, chaos erupting when one lone voice called out "look!".

All eyes fell upon a lone man as he pointed towards the devastation to the south. They followed his finger, the crowd at large now seeing what he had seen. Cresting the highest building, a dark shape began to shoot upward into the sky, it's bumpy surface bouncing slightly as the earth shook beneath it. Murmurs of speculation circulated the logout the crowd, theories of the tectonic disturbances creating a new mountain prevailing when one eagle-eyed woman saw the base of the mound rise higher, revealing strange, man-made markings, art-like and deliberate. Her eyes went wide with fear as her knees gave out. Clutching a nearby stranger, she looked to them with terror and simply said "I think that's her nipple.".

There was little time to process the words of the delirious woman clawing at him when something burst through the line of buildings. An impossibly large shoulder, attached to an impossibly large arm, it's smooth dark skin covered with tattoos, plowed through the San Francisco skyline as it expanded at incredible speeds. Further north, the landscape began to shift as monstrously huge feet plowed through the metropolis, levelling the already-punished city block by block. And there, past the impossible length of leg, the supple and smooth tsunami of shoulder, the mountain of bare, brazen boob, the people of Oakland could see a face, clear as day as it rose above the skyscrapers of San Francisco. Her face.

Lola's unconscious form, riddled with vast volumes of radiation, exploded outward in every direction, causing exponentially more destruction than the blast of the bomb itself. The energy expended upon her had been absorbed, converted, fuelling the dormant traces of the Compound left within her body, triggering a second, far more potent wave of growth. Her hips and ass ballooned out, her curves plumped up, every inch of the voluptuous Venusian vixen fattened and filled to even further degrees of ludicrousness. Her swelling breasts steamrolled the city, capped with nipples the size of office buildings that jutted skyward proudly. Had she been awake, the volcanic sensation of her new growth spurt would have given the immeasurable goddess a heart attack. The raw stimulus excited every nerve in Lola's massive body past the human limit, resulting in a noticeable dampening of her maddeningly large pussy. Not that anybody was around to observe it. At her old height of 930ft, the megalithic minx barely had enough room to move around the cluttered streets and alleys of tall buildings. Now, there were no streets, no more tall buildings, and even if anything had somehow survived the last 16 hours, there were no more people under the unstoppable wave of Lola blaze.

----

She wrinkled her nose, feeling perhaps a slight trace of dust resting on her face between her lip and nostrils. Resisting the urge to sneeze, Lola instinctively raised a hand to wipe the agitant away, groggily sitting up from her slumber.

"..fuckin dream." She muttered, running a hand through her short, messy hair. Lola didn't dream often, and rarely were they so vivid, but even now after waking up, crystal clear memories of her fanciful dream played in her mind. She stretched, she yawned, she did everything she normally did after a rough night's sleep, shifting to rise from her bed. But, to the weary young woman's confusion, as she swung her legs out to step onto her bedroom floor, she felt no cozy carpet, she didn't even feel the drop from her bed to her floor, she felt water. Cold, crisp water rushed through her unsuspecting toes, sending a shiver down her spine, if she wasn't awake before, she was now.

"What the hell?" Lola asked, her voice echoing as she rubbed her still-weary eyes. She planted a hand next to her as she leaned forward to investigate the source of the strange sensation, noting the coarse surface she leaned her weight upon. This wasn't her bed. Instantly, Lola fought to recall the night prior as the blurry world came into focus. She'd woken up in strange places before, in various stages of undress, but this was strange, alien almost. The air was thin and sharp, the world felt cold, distant. Leaning forward, and shaking her head, Lola opened her eyes one more time and with perfect clarity, she was able to see that last night's dream was anything but.

"No way." Lola gasped with soft astonishment, the relatively quiet declaration reverberating throughout the landscape. Before her sat the Golden Gate Bridge, its frame was battered and worn, but unmistakable in its shape. Spanning the length of the bay, the bridge stood somewhat triumphantly, having barely survived giant women and nuclear detonations alike while remaining mostly intact. Lola peered down at the mile-long marvel, recalling her fight with Jennifer in the waters right next to it mere hours ago. Where then she stood almost as tall as the supporting towers of the bridge, now she absolutely dwarfed the structure, it's entire length only spanning from the tip of her toes to her knee.

With fury, Lola's mind raced to process the information she was receiving. As she looked out into the bay, her enormous heel resting on the water's surface, it's expanse looking more like a puddle now than a great body of water, she began to softly chuckle to herself before peels of thunderous laughter left her lips. She had grown again, considerably, reaching at least 3 miles in height if her estimates were correct. She swung her torso around, planting a palm 906ft wide into soft earth as she surveyed the world around her. She dominated everything around, none of the still-standing skyscrapers of San Fran even coming close to challenging her newly-grown frame.

She was bigger now, than everything.

But how? What could have prompted the sudden, explosive change? Lola recalled the ongoing process of her initial growth, remembering the sensation that came with each new spurt before the feeling left her and never returned. Now, the miles-tall mistress of mayhem felt invigorated, energized, powerful beyond words and as she played the day's events back in her mind, she stopped on the only culprit that made sense. The nuke. Lola scoffed and rose, all 15,840 feet and 4-billion tons of her standing atop the northern shore of San Francisco, displacing countless volumes of earth and ocean.

They had tried to kill her, they really thought they could do it. The stones they must've had, whoever they were. High above the clouds, Lola peered downward at the miniature landscape. The view would have inspired some, frightened others, but not her. All the red-headed giantess could think about was the nerve of those responsible for her latest growth spurt. She was angry, sure. Lola had always been the retaliatory sort, and this was no exception, she had been assaulted and her attackers deserved due punishment. But, in some way, the devilish goddess was thankful for the futile attempt on her life and the new perks it brought, wishing to show those responsible her gratitude in earnest. People would die regardless, that seemed unavoidable now, but it was the gesture that was important, she thought.

Lola threw her hands back in a mighty stretch, her fingers almost tickling the lower stratosphere as she let out a contented sigh that altered weather patterns within the state of California. Putting one enormous foot before the other, the indomitable giantess took a massive step, then another, then another. Millions upon millions of joules of unstoppable force peppered the earth with each footfall as Lola strolled somewhat casually inland. With a few idle steps she had created past the ruins of Hope Springs, regarding its relatively quaint topography with little more concern than that of a piece of litter on the ground. The remnants of the once-quiet little Californian town may have been the birthplace of Lola's ascendancy to goddesshood, but now, like everything else that would come after, it was fodder for her to trample. Her merciless feet plodded through as she marched onward, uncertain of where she'd end up. But the destination didn't matter too much.

Wherever Lola Blaze ended up, she would be queen.

The repurposed medical bay thrummed with activity as machines whirred and spun. José Alvarez wiped some sweat from his brow as he checked over the notes he compiled, noticing several irregularities with the Anti-Compound Weapon he and Dr. Beverly Perkins were developing. Agent Theresa Nguyen sipped her coffee in the corner, silently observing the two continue their grim work when a machine was shut off and Beverly stood up.

"It's done." She declared.
"Agent Nguyen, would you please inform Colonel Hutchinson that we're ready?"

"Sure thing, doc." The agent said, happy to be doing something after waiting around for so long. Setting her coffee down, she exited the sick bay, walking down the hall. Beverly watched the agent leave, waiting for the door to close before turning back to the apparatuses in front of her to resume her work. Carefully, the dark-haired scientist extracted her new formula from the machine, holding a deep-green substance in a large cylindrical container.

"It's magnificent, isn't it?" She asked. José turned to face his colleague, hearing the question but unsure of how to answer, wondering if the question was even meant for him to begin with. Her eyes were wild, almost entranced and empty, the slight effervescent glow of The Compound reflecting off her glasses.

"Yea, it's really something else." José said, slightly disturbed. Something was wrong, the chemical engineer could feel it. While he would never describe Beverly Perkins as "well adjusted", her current behaviour seemed strange. She had devoted her life to this research and coveted every breakthrough and success like a child of her own. This strange display wasn't exactly new to José, but perhaps the things at stake, the circumstances of the night were finally taking their toll upon him.

"Alright, let's hit it. You've got to brief the crew on what we're doing." Agent Nguyen said, re-entering the sick bay. José began to walk towards the door, passing the scientist as she stood, unresponsive. There was a pause, the room falling silent as Beverly stared into the container longingly. Sweat began to roll down her face as the hairs on her neck stood up. The irregularities José had noticed weren't random anomalies, they were carefully placed modifications meant to guarantee her ascension too goddesshood and it was far too late for him or anybody to stop her now. In her trembling hands, Beverly Perkins did not hold a weapon to destroy the two existing giant women, she held a means to surpass them. She felt the power, the pure unfiltered power sloshing in the container that she gripped so tightly she could shatter it's glassy shell. The mere thought of finally getting what she was owed was enough to set the young doctor off, a wetness forming in her underwear yet again.

"Let's go, Bev." José called, nervously. She heard him clearly, but still she stood, unmoving. She breathed deeply, her heart racing as her hand, seemingly guided by unknown forces, reached for the lid of the container and gripped.

"No." Was all the doctor said.

In an instant, Beverly removed the lid of her new concoction, lifting the container to her mouth as she poured it's contents out. The thick substance slid down her throat, spilling out of her mouth and onto her skin as she gagged, coughing at the volume of the fluid she ingested.

"Son of a bitch!" José shouted, leaping at Beverly, knocking the container out of her hand towards agent Nguyen. She laughed, knowing that if this new Compound didn't kill her, his efforts were already in vain. Agent Nguyen unbuttoned her holster, her hand resting on her firearm as she nervously looked at José who shot back an unknowing look. For a moment, the trio stood, unsure of what to do as nothing happened. Beverly, caked in her green concoction looked around the room expectantly, waiting for something to happen.

And then something happened.

Her contact with this Compound was much more severe than the diluted mud bath Jennifer and Lola were subjected to and the direct ingestion sped the process up immensely. Without warning, Beverly began to grow, her body shooting upward and outward fast. The diminutive woman moaned in pleasure as her unassuming stature began to lengthen, stretching up to be on eye level with José as her curves began to fill out. Agent Nguyen drew her weapon, aiming it at the growing scientist.

"Fucking get on the ground right now!" She shouted, her handgun trained on the expanding woman. Beverly simply let out a profound, guttural laugh, amused at the gall the soon-to-be dead federal agent held. With immense strength, she grabbed her chair, whipping it at the unprepared agent at an incredible speed, knocking to now smaller woman to the ground. José watched in horror as his colleague, a woman he knew to be uncaring and rude at the best of times continued to rise higher, her labcoat and blouse tattering against her huge torso and swelling breasts. Never a "curvy" woman, Beverly found her growing tits somewhat mesmerizing, her former A cup chest proudly blowing past D as her hips and ass began to balloon outward as well, obliterating her slacks. She continued to grow, her hands running over every inch of her stretching, pale skin as her clothing fell away, her head hitting the 15ft ceiling.

"We gotta go!" José screamed, helping agent Nguyen to her feet. There wasn't much time to escape, the expanding doctor's head pushing into the roof with ease as she grew out of the shrinking building. This came with the momentary boon that, for the moment, Dr. Perkins seemed to forget about the agent and her former colleague. The ceiling began to collapse, support beams blocking the exit as the agent watched in amazement and horror.

"God dammit! What do we do?" José yelled, giving the dazed Nguyen a shake. She snapped back to the moment, looking around at the dire situation and the semi-depleted container of the Compound at her feet when she hatched her plan. She clenched her fist and dove for the container, splashing its remaining contents on herself and José in the desperate hopes that there was enough left to save them from the collapsing room.

"What the fuck!? What the fuck!?" José cried hysterically as he tried to wipe the substance from his skin. Nguyen didn't have time to explain. Above them, Beverly roared with pleasure, her body shooting skyward as her feet began to spill out onto the base. The ceiling began to fall, and as the metal and mortar crashed down around them, the agent tackled José to the ground, hoping to shield him as the world went dark.

------

The sensation was intoxicating, more powerful than any high she had every felt. Quaking at every touch, every breeze, every slight trigger of her nerves amplified tenfold by The Compound, Beverly continued to grow. She stepped onto the runways, the impressive lengths of tarmac that spanned the base, watching them dwindle before her. The rate at which she was expanding was fascinating to the scientist as she noted the difference compared to the two mud wrestlers she had seen back in Hope Springs. Their growth was slow, sped up only when they exerted themselves physically, likely due to a much more limited exposure. Having ingested such a large quantity of her newly refined formula, Beverly Perkins rocketed upward so fast that every attempt to estimate her current size was rendered futile with every passing second. The towering genius had no way of knowing how large she'd ultimately get, but at the rate she was growing, she knew she'd outclass those two sluts by a long shot. Just thinking about them made her blood boil. To Beverly, Jennifer and Lola were nothing but bottom feeders. Undeserving trash not worthy of the power bestowed upon them by sheer chance alone. They'd had their fun, but now it was time to show those whores their place.

Shooting past 1000ft, Pillar Point looked more like a child's playset than an actual military installation. Since stepping onto the Tarmac, Beverly did nothing but stand still and savour her ascension, but the damage below was catastrophic. Hangars and barracks and offices were demolished by the rapidly encroaching tide of her massive feet, the earth shuddering beneath her with every second of unfettered expansion. Ground forces retaliated, scattered and skewed against the sudden and violent occupation, but even the mightiest of armaments left standing on the base did little more than burn some hair off the giantess's legs. Beverly merely ignored the attacks and looked down, past her growing breasts, at the world that would be hers, droplets of sweet nectar falling to the ground from between her legs.

Her growth persisted, unchallenged and unstoppable as she dominated the nighttime Californian sky. Dr. Beverly Perkins had been sculpted into the visage of a goddess, her curves soft and plentiful, her power infinite and terrible. She passed 2000ft, feeling the sensation beginning peak within her as she let out a savage moan and trembled. Her growth was beginning to slow but the feeling, the unreal pleasure within her continued to build until, in a decisive moment, all that pleasure was released in the largest orgasm the world has ever seen. Her voice carried around the state as she cried out in euphoric bliss, her knees wobbling from the extreme sensation, all without laying a finger on herself. She basked in the warmth of the moment, letting herself come down as the growth finally ceased around a staggering 2500ft. The half-mile scientist was pleased, but far from content. As it stood, there were two pretenders to her throne that needed to be shown who was really in charge.

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The world was quiet. The insanity and chaos of Beverly Perkins had moved southward, leaving the remains of Pillar Point desolate and ruined. José felt the weight of the medical pavilion upon him, entombing him and agent Nguyen in a coffin of steel and concrete. He wanted to scream, to cry for help, but as he roused himself to consciousness, he shifted, feeling the debris shift with him. Instinctively, the frightened chemical engineer pressed against his prison in an attempt to break free and to his shock and surprise, he did. The rubble sloughed off his body with ease as he rose to his knees, the semi-conscious agent beneath him, feeling the night air wash over her bare skin. He blinked, taking in the sights of destruction around him as his tired brain struggled to process the scope of what had happened, both to the base and to himself.

It was then that agent Nguyen regained her faculties, fully coming to in time to see the colossal naked form of José Alvarez kneeling above her. Without thinking, the young agent went beet red, flushed with embarrassment as she squirmed beneath the nude man atop her.

"José, get off me!" She screamed, surprising him as he continued to grapple with their current predicament. He jumped, stepping backwards and tripping over the ruined walls of the sick bay, falling onto his bottom with a heavy thud. Agent Nguyen rose as well, subconsciously wrapping her arms around her chest as she attempted to hide her own nude body from the leering eyes of anyone present, not fully realizing what had happened to the two of them. When the ceiling collapsed and she tackled José to the ground, Nguyen was so certain that her time had come, so much so that she was surprised to see the two of them alive and well.

José was similarly struggling. Unsure of how much time had passed, everything around them felt so unreal, as though they had died and passed on to another life or fell into a deep dream, far from lucidity. But as he and the young agent locked eyes, José felt a knot tying in his stomach. He began to remember as the events leading up to the present fell into place. He was not dreaming, they were not dead.

"Theresa.. What did you.." José muttered, his head pounding. Nguyen looked around, taking a deep breath.

"Well, we're alive, aren't we?" She said, her sarcasm hardly masking the worry in her voice. In the heat of the moment, the resourceful agent saw the opportunity to survive certain death and took it, a move that she was confident was the right thing to do. But as she looked at José and back at herself, both of them huge, grown to staggering heights with what little remained of The Compound scared her.

The two of them had risen to around 600ft tall, the once mousey and unassuming agent now on par with José. The new Compound was potent, and although they didn't ingest any, the results they saw were awe inspiring, prompting explosive changes to their respective physiques. Agent Nguyen's athletic body, honed after years of regimented FBI training, had filled out, her curves swollen and supple. José experienced similar effects, his slightly-chubby bod chunking up, growing softer and rounder in the stomach and legs. While this thickening was in line with the results seen in Jennifer, Lola, Beverly, and now Agent Nguyen, José experienced one quirk unseen until now. For reasons unknown, his penis and testicles had grown exponentially larger, swelling to an almost comical degree. Such that when he saw Nguyen naked in her newfound form, the chemical engineer was unable to control himself, his flaccid cock engorging to an approximate length of 3ft on an average 6ft male with hefty balls each the size of a cantaloupe.

"Ew, José! Fucking hell!" The agent exclaimed, blushing as she turned away from the embarrassed man and his monster cock.
"How the hell do you even have enough blood for that thing?!"

"If you find out, let me know." He said flatly, feeling the world spin, lightheaded from the lack of blood currently oxygenating his brain. Warmth pulsed through the engorged member, it twitched with every beat of José's racing heart like a living, breathing being. Trying to stand up, the giant chemical engineer fought against the newfound weight saddled beneath his legs and fell backwards yet again, slamming into the trampled earth. Agent Nguyen stood, combatting her own balancing difficulties as she reached to give the flummoxed man a hand. Suddenly, a light shot on, barely illuminating her feet before trailing upward to her face.

"Agent Nguyen, what the hell happened to you?" A familiar voice cried through a megaphone. The voice was tinny and weak, but audible enough to be recognized as Colonel Hutchinson. Quickly the agent bent down to get a better look at the officer.

"Sir, Dr. Perkins used her goo and ran off." Nguyen reported, her powerful voice rattling the jeep the colonel was riding in.

"That much is apparent, I meant more in regards to yourself and that felon." The colonel replied, pointing at José. The young agent sighed deeply, unsure of what to say to best explain the situation, but José leaned forward, his stubbled face looking large above the tiny jeep.

"If Theresa didn't do what she did, both of us would be buried under that pile of scrap right there!" José exclaimed, pointing at the ruins of the sick bay.
"She saved my life! And now we at least have a fighting chance at shutting Bev down."

"Son, you and agent Nguyen combined barely even stack up to that monster's hips. What chance do you think you have?" The colonel asked incredulously.

"Ok, but there are two other giants out there right now!" Nguyen exclaimed.
"All four of us might have a shot at stopping Perkins!"

The colonel furrowed his brow, considering the outlandishness of the young agent's proposal. Sending more giants to San Francisco would surely spell the end for that city, but it already may have been too late to save it.

"Come on, colonel! Us with some jets and tanks at our backs, what other option do we have?" She asked. The grizzled officer stared into the enormous hazel eyes of the massive woman before him, deeply considering the decision he had to make.

"And if you four do manage to stop Perkins, what then, you all shake hands and they go back to destroying this state?" The old officer asked, sternly. This question seemed unwarranted, unprompted, catching Nguyen by surprise. While she understood where the tiny colonel was coming from, the giant agent felt slightly insulted.

"With all due respect, sir, I have devoted my entire adult life to serving this country and I will proudly continue to do so for as long as I am able." Agent Nguyen replied with tact.
"I can't speak for the mad scientist, but the other two girls seem like ordinary people. With me as a mediator, I think we can reach an understanding with them, they're just as much a victim of this disaster as anyone!"

Her impassioned pleas resonated with the colonel. He thought for a long moment, mulling the insane options over. Removing his hat from his head, colonel Hutchinson sighed, raising is megaphone once more.

"Agent Nguyen, I cannot possibly sanction something like this. We don-" he said, interrupted by the frustrated giantess.

"Sir, I've been respectful of your authority while I've been here, but you are not my CO, and I do not answer to you. We're going to stop those women with or without your help. C'mon, José." She said, standing and walking away, leaving the flustered giant sitting before the assembled survivors of Pillar Point. Watching the young agent walk away, the sway of her hips and ass bobbing and falling with each mighty step, José felt his elephantine cock twitch and looked back to the crowd with a shrug, following his new partner. The chemical engineer was unsure of how Nguyen planned to stop the new threat of Beverly Perkins, but he trusted her. And even if the two of them marched off to certain death, at least it would be a story for the history books.

-----

She was massive and unstoppable. Her half mile strides carried her farther faster than anything on the planet. She was a hurricane, sweeping across an unprepared world, ripe for the taking.

It didn't take long for Beverly to reach San Francisco, her presence heralded by the rumbling earth to all but those closest to the battleground of a city. Within, Jennifer and Lola continued their bloody brawl, happily content to dominate one another, ignorant of the coming storm. Their actions rattling the Californian coast, masking Beverley's approach as she rapidly closed in.

Lola fell to the ground, fighting to stand when Jennifer followed up with a flying elbow drop, exerting extreme force upon the plump giantess's soft stomach. Lola gasped from the attack as her foe rolled off and began to set up another move when she felt something in the earth beneath her. A vibration, deep and powerful, unlike any caused by her or Jennifer. She thought for a moment to bring the anomaly up, but soon saw her opponent's heel swiftly descending upon her and had no time to waste. Lola caught the impressive axe kick with both hands, pushing back and sending Jennifer falling into Oracle Park, home of the San Francisco Giants. The fiery girl stood, ready to go on the offensive while she had the chance, but as she stepped into the storied field, crushing the walls of the hallowed stadium, Lola felt that strange sensation again. Jennifer looked at her, puzzled. The two had felt the subtle rumble and read the concern on each other's face, confirming the wild suspicion.

"So I'm not crazy, right?" Lola asked, looking around.

"Still crazy, but I felt that too." Jennifer replied, standing hesitantly amid the baseball field. The enormous lights that surrounded the perimeter of the stadium swayed as another brief vibration shot through the ground.

"Did we fuck up the fault line? Are we finally going under?" The shorter giantess asked, cautiously poised, trying to feel the vibrations more clearly. Jennifer pondered the potentially apocalyptic ramifications the two of them could have inflicted upon the San Andreas fault. It didn't seem out of the question, but even still, the blonde titaness found it hard to rationalize that her and Lola, however big, could be responsible for these aftershocks. Intently, the two of them waited quietly, hoping to discern the source of the strange quakes, and as they waited, two things became clear. They weren't random vibrations, they were rhythmic, and they were getting stronger. Quickly the rumbling grew more intense as the still unknown source drew closer and closer until, horrifyingly, they became audible.

THOOM.

THOOM.

It was quiet, but noticeable. Each quake accompanied by a small yet voluminous sound, not unlike the footfalls of something far worse than either Jennifer or Lola fast approaching. The rumbling grew stronger as the water spanning the distance between Oakland and San Francisco began to churn, oscillated by the sheer seismic force being exerted upon the region. Waves crashed into the adjacent shores as walls of water began to flood into the ruined city. The pounding, slamming sound became louder by the second and the world became so unstable beneath the feet of the two giantesses that they struggled to keep their footing amid the enveloping chaos. Even the sturdiest of skyscrapers that stood defiantly against Jennifer and Lola's onslaught began to rock and wobble as their foundations began to deteriorate.

But then, the rumbling, the noise, all of it ceased.

Lola shot her counterpart a concerned glance then began scanning the surroundings. The smoke and flames of the destroyed city wreathed the skyline in a wall of impenetrable miasma and the pair looked frantically to find the source of the encroaching disturbance, finding nothing amidst the inky black curtain of darkness. Then, a force of a different kind, a gust of hot air, a gale of warm breath, washed over Jennifer and Lola followed only by a menacing and powerful laugh.

"You two are so pathetic." An unknown voice bellowed from on high.
"Squabbling and fighting like petulant children over something you were never meant to possess."

Although the tone of the voice speaking was quiet and calculated, the power behind it was anything but. An auditory shockwave blasted the world below, shattering windows and rippling the water of the bay as the two frightened giantesses felt each word vibrate in their chest. The ground shook again, more violently than ever before as, out of the darkness, a face emerged as Dr. Beverly Perkins bent down through the columns of smoke.

"You think you're powerful? The world has never seen power like mine." The behemoth breathed, staring down at the now miniature wrestlers with glazed eyes, lustful and exalted.

"How does this day keep getting worse?" Jennifer muttered to herself, unable to peel her eyes away from the new goddess above them. Lola gritted her fist and stepped forward.

"Listen here, bitch! I don't know who the fuck you think you are but you don't scare us! Right, Jen?" The boisterous redhead exclaimed, turning to her taller cohort. Jennifer was flummoxed, giving Lola an "Are you fucking kidding me with this shit right now?" look as she laughed a short laugh in disbelief. Beverly also seemed to find Lola's ostentatious boast amusing, chuckling over the tiny pair, her laughter deep and powerful.

"That's quaint coming from an ankle-biter like you." The doctor smugly replied.
"I could flatten you both right now and forget about it in an hour. But, I am a merciful deity, I'll forgive you for speaking back to me."

Jennifer and Lola looked to each other, the shorter girl rolling her eyes slightly at the pretentiousness Beverly spewed forth. It was clear that this newcomer had the height advantage to back up her threat and Jennifer wasn't looking to make any more enemies today. Still, she was hesitant to react. Lola was already drunk off the power that came when her and Jennifer were half their current size, there was no telling how unhinged this new woman would be.

"I'm sorry, I think we got off on the wrong foot." The blonde giantess called up.
"My name is Jennifer, this is Lola. Who are you?"

"You are in no position to be asking things of me, girl." Beverly boomed indignantly.
"But, I can appreciate that you two have been stumbling around all night, making a mess of things and don't even know why. I suppose it's only fair that you know the truth of what you are."

The half-mile woman leaned down further, her long, voluminous black hair draping down to the ground like vines stemming from the tallest tree. She looked down over the veritable horizon of her cleavage at the audience of two and smiled.

"I am Dr. Beverly Perkins. And, while the circumstances that lead up to this moment were fuelled by greed, jealousy, and the incompetence of fools, I am your creator, I am your goddess."

It was clear to Jennifer and Lola that the woman above them was enjoying herself and her position above the two. She seemed to speak with an almost orgasmic cadence as she professed her own greatness, every word stoking the fires of her ego into a masturbatory flame. Beverly licked her lips as an aimless hand ran along her sides, a single finger lazily dragging along her ribs to inner thigh. Jennifer was intimidated, if only due to the stature of the new giantess doubling her and Lola with ease. But the immense blonde felt something else boiling within herself, an anger, a hatred. Staring down the face of the person that has caused all this suffering and misery, Jennifer Harper felt a flame alight within her.

"So you're the reason we're... like this? This is all your fault?" The blonde stunner asked, her eyes narrowing with contempt. Lola looked to her counterpart and knew the look well and for the first time since they had met, she was glad to see it.

"I made the single most important scientific breakthrough in history." Beverly proclaimed.
"I created The Compound that enabled your transformation. However, before I could use it myself, it was stolen by a subordinate and wasted on you two."

"Seems like you're not too bent out of shape, lady!" Lola yelled up, impatiently. The giantess above them smiled another bemused smile and scoffed slightly. The audacity was commendable, but Beverly wanted these two to bend the knee, to submit, to grovel at her heel. She ignored Lola's outburst and continued.

"Like I said, I'm a merciful goddess, and I'm more than willing to grant you both clemency." Beverly declared.
Without warning, the towering woman began to shift, preparing to sit down amid the relatively clear patch of the destroyed city in front of Oracle Park. Her soft, fat ass hit the ground with a ruinous impact, an effect the enormous scientist couldn't care less about. She spread her legs out before the two tiny wrestlers, the dirtied soles of her huge feet presented to them as she laid down comfortably.

"Swear yourself to me, kiss my feet and then kneel." Beverly ordered, her face illuminated by a sharp, smug smile.

"And I thought you were a megalomaniac." Jennifer exclaimed, staring at the massive woman that had sprawled out before them.

"Awww sweetie, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!" The sarcastic redhead quipped. The two looked on at the regal giantess before them, spread across numerous city blocks as she lazily grazed her body with wandering hands, waiting for the pair to submit.

"We can take her, right?" Lola asked, considering the logistics of fighting something so large. While she contemplated strategy, Jennifer was more amused by the suggestion of teaming up with Lola than actually fighting the behemoth before them.

"Like we took the Terror Twins the last time we tag teamed?" Jennifer asked, laughing with skepticism.
"You ignored Tina and Traci and went straight for me!"

"Ok, there were some problems with Team FireBird but you have to admit, the stakes were kinda different then." Lola replied.

"God, I still hate that name." The blonde giantess sighed.

"Well it was better than Team Phoenix!" Lola fired back.
"I'm Wildfire, you're Harpy. FireBird."

"A Phoenix is a firebird!" Jennifer argued, raising her hands in frustration.

"I know what a Phoenix is, Jen! I read Harry Potter just like everybody else, but the dumbass hicks out in Hope Springs probably couldn't even spell-"

"Are you both done?" Beverly boomed, interrupting the argument, her tone reaching the most heated it had been. She scrunched her feet expectantly, waiting for her prospective subjects to prove their loyalty. Patience was a virtue that Beverly never enjoyed, but it was only through considerable patience that she was able to secure her government funding and make her power play. Now that she had finally attained what she always dreamed of, she never had to be patient again and people that kept her waiting would be dealt with.

"So how do you wanna do this? Like should we at least pretend to go along with this?" Jennifer asked quietly, hesitant to make a brash decision.

"Hell no!" Lola whispered in the most conspicuously inconspicuous way possible.
"I'm no fucking boot licker! Let's just get her while she's down like this. We can probably choke her out."

Lola took a step forward, the eyes of the larger woman bearing down on her intently.

"Just follow my lead." She said, taking another step, her own eyes locked with Beverly's. There was trepidation from both parties, the crackling of flames and howling wind filling the tense silence as the two states each other down. The smaller giantess took another step, approaching the gigantic right foot in front of her, then she broke to run. Lola's speed had always been surprising, but Beverly couldn't react nearly fast enough to halt the smaller woman's rapid approach. With nimble feet, the minute woman dodged the wild arms that swung to stop her and deftly climbed upon the titaness's chest, throwing herself around Beverly's enormous throat.

"Follow your lead? Jesus Christ." Jennifer muttered breaking into a sprint to aid her attacking ally. Though monolithic in scale to the rest of the world, the size disparity between Beverly and the two smaller women was less egregious. The raven-haired scientist could still physically dominate either of them one-on-one, possibly even both at the same time, but being caught off guard rendered Beverly vulnerable to Lola's choke hold. Desperately the tattooed titaness wrapped her arms around the tree trunk of a neck, hoping to block the passage of air, but Beverly still had enough strength to sit forward, taking Lola with her as she clung for dear life. Jennifer tore down the middle, charging along the stomach and torso of her target to attack at Beverly's face. Even at their disparate heights, the feeling of someone a third of her size stomping over her abdomen sent rippling waves of pain through the behemoth of a woman. She jolted before Jennifer could make a move, sending the blonde giantess tumbling back as Lola was flung almost 1500 feet into the air. She braced for the short, startling fall but Jennifer was able to regain her balance, intercepting her falling rival and catching her safely out of the air.

"Now you can't say I've never done nothing for you." Jennifer grinned, letting Lola onto the ground gently. Lola smirked, but before she could whip up a snappy remark, behind them, Beverly had stood up to her full height. Towering over the duo, she looked down with chilling contempt.

"Fine! You ingrates want to do this the hard way?" Beverly boomed.
"We'll do this the fucking hard way!"

The egomaniacal goddess took a step towards the pair, assessing how to attack when a sharp whistle rang out in the night air.

"End of the line, you colossal cunt!" A small yet confident voice called out. Beverly stopped and looked to the source of the boast, as did Jennifer and Lola, laughing as she realized who was there.

"Oh. Oh my. This is just too cute." She chuckled. There, José and Agent Nguyen stood, the shortest of the assembled giants, but proud and defiant all the same. Beverly took a step away from Team FireBird to get a closer look at her old friends, each of them barely measuring up to her knees.

"Look at you two, oh my god." She laughed.
"Nguyen, you little lapdog. You're finally measuring up to all that self-righteousness, aren't you just doing America proud? And you, José, you are literally a huge fucking prick! You two are perfect for each other!"

The titaness doubled over, her laughter booming across the ruined city. The spectacle of the two tiny giants tickled her like nothing else, and the enormous woman relished every second of the cruel ridicule as she continued her tirade of mockery.

"I just, I just can't believe it! How desperate were you two? What was your plan?" Beverly asked, almost in tears as she fought back the laughter.
"This is so pathetic that I almost feel sorry for you two."

"Save the pity for yourself, our plan is to kick your ass, bitch." Nguyen growled.
"And we didn't come alone."

There was sharp sound held in the wind, like a knife slicing through the air. Beverly looked down at José and the young agent, even shooting a look to Jennifer and Lola as they looked back, equally confused. Then, in an instant, there was a flash, multiple, in fact as several high-impact long range warheads connected with the half-mile monster. There was a cracking in the sky as a squadron of fighter jets screamed overhead, keeping their distance as they prepared for another approach while battalions of armoured tanks and artillery moved in with two destroyers approaching by the bay, all aiming at the reeling behemoth.

Indeed, as José and agent Nguyen left Pillar Point and began their lonely trek to San Francisco, a feeling of bitterness and abandonment pervaded as the two solemn defenders walked into a warzone with no backup but each other. However, as they marched towards uncertainty, they soon found themselves flanked by all manner of military craft, ready to go to war. Colonel Hutchinson was a skeptic. All his years of service left him cautious and battle weary, but he knew that the enemy would not go down without a fight, it was only right to send a similar response in kind.

The missiles stung, connecting along her chest, neck, and face, but Beverly was more annoyed than harmed. She stepped back, rubbing her cheek where a she had been hit and glared down at the tiny agent with hatred burning in her eyes. Before she could make another move, Lola saw an opportunity and took it. Using what few nails she had left unbroken, the redhead clawed her way up the enormous woman's thigh, scratching at her abdomen. As Beverly swiped and swatted at the clinging girl, Jennifer used the distraction to charge straight into the towering titaness's legs, knocking the colossal scientist off balance.

"Now's our chance!" Agent Nguyen shouted, running forward as José cradled his massive manhood and followed. Together, all four of the smaller giants gathered around the towering frame of Beverly Perkins as she crashed to the ground atop Oracle Park. With a flurry of stomps and kicks and punches, Lola, José, and agent Nguyen pummelled the vulnerable titaness while Jennifer wrapped herself around her neck, trying to strangle her once more.

"You... worms... are gonna pay... for this." Beverly choked as José climbed atop her face.

"Stuff it, you witch!" The minuscule chemical engineer shouted, swiping clawed hands at her enormous house-sized eyes. Beverly fought to tear the tiny man away from her face, struggling as Lola and agent Nguyen jumped to restrain her thrashing arms. While Lola, effectively the size of a child, was able to keep the overgrown tyrant constrained, the doll-sized agent found the gigantic scientist's strength too much for her to control. With a quick and furious wrenching of her arm, Beverly sent the smaller woman flying directly into José, the two of them tumbling onto the ground in a heap. With a free hand unencumbered, the titanic scientist smashed Lola away from her other arm with ease before pulling Jennifer off her bruised throat. Beverly tossed the blonde giantess to the ground and stood up, seething with rage.

"You really think that trick is going to work again? I outstretch my hand, offer my mercy and you take me for a fucking fool!?" Beverly screeched, stamping her foot into the soft earth. She was livid, her whole body surging with anger and utter hatred. How dare such insolent creatures refute her power? How dare they lay a hand on her? She wanted to destroy them all. In the corner of her periphery, the half-mile woman spotted an attack wing of fighter planes cutting through the night sky for another bombing run. Their range was not to be underestimated, but they were small, fragile things. The toys of mankind would falter against a goddess, this she knew. Inhaling deeply, Beverly turned and blew a gale of hot breath into the direction of the oncoming jets.

It was like flying into a tornado. The turbulence and alterations to wind speed and air pressure were so strong that each jet struggled to stay aloft amidst the terrible gusts of cyclonic breath. Several of the fighters experienced mechanical failures, sending the damaged aircraft plummeting into the ruined city as the rest of the formation scattered to regroup. The pests dealt with, Beverly turned back to the smaller giants in front of her, frothing with contempt.

"I'm done fucking around." She said with a cavalier calmness.

Like lightning striking the earth, the enormous scientist bolted towards Jennifer and Lola, scooping them both off the ground as she trampled forward into the punished city, ramming the two smaller girls through every structure in her path. The members of Team FireBird were large enough that the impact of each building was lessened to the point of barely hurting at all, but Beverly's intense grip and delirious speed nauseated and disoriented the two girls immensely.

Agent Nguyen watched the rampage unfold before her, her mind racing at what someone her size could do to stop the towering monstrosity. She knew she couldn't physically overpower the ruthless goddess, but she couldn't stand idle while more and more of the city was razed by the unstoppable beast. Looking around, the giant agent saw a formation of tanks rolling up. She got down on her hands and knees, her form, while the smallest of the giants, utterly dwarfing the battalion below.

"Ground teams!" She commanded.
"Can you link up with the rest of our air support? Form a perimeter out here, I'm going to try and draw the big bitch back into the range of our destroyers."

She didn't wait for any kind of response, taking off towards the dense core of the burning city. José waddled in tow, carrying his hefty package as he tried to keep up. Breaching the exterior of the concrete jungle, the young agent was taken aback with shock. At her height, many of the skyscrapers and high rises shot into the night above her, burning and crumbling as the world cried in pain with every heavy step Beverly took. It felt like standing amid a burning house, every direction filled with heat and ruin. The once proud city reduced to such chaos was a harrowing sight, but agent Nguyen steeled herself. This had to end.

Ahead, the three larger giantesses continued to clash. Lola managed to reach Beverly's long ebon hair, hanging from the strands like a child on a rope swing, bringing the titanic scientist down. The enormous woman tumbled to the ground face first, her immense breasts flattening a city block beneath their incalculable mass. She groaned, shifting to stand when Jennifer ran up and delivered a choice elbow drop to her lower back. Beverly roared in pain, the wrestler's damaging move fuelling her rage and bloodlust even further, but before she could regain control, the tattooed titaness followed her partner's lead and threw herself onto her foe's back with a devastating body slam. As the dust settled, Jennifer helped her rival up, the two of them standing together atop their downed foe. Beverly seemed dazed, and amidst the chaos, Lola, panting and exhausted, shot Jennifer a brief-yet-sincere smile in the short moment of reprieve. The two wrestlers were working well together, gone were the petty squabbles and heated arguments, Team Firebird had risen from the ashes of its past. However, soon the half-mile monster beneath them began to stir again, the pair had to make their next play.

"Trust me?" The blonde titaness asked. Lola looked puzzled, but before she could respond with her answer, she found herself once again in the powerful arms of her tentative partner, being hoisted in the air.

"JEN WHAT THE FU-" she yelped, her curse cut short as Jennifer hoisted the shorter girl high into the air before tumbling backwards, dropping both of their bodies onto Beverly's spine with a flawlessly executed standing back body drop. The pair hit the soft skin hard, bruising the area of the impact along the colossal woman's lower back. Jennifer rolled to a standing position with skill as Lola lay for a moment, massaging her own back as Jennifer once again helped her up.

"I didn't enjoy that." Lola said bluntly, brushing dust from her shoulder.

"I did." Jennifer beamed, pleased to get one over on her rival.

"I'll bet." Lola replied.
"Oh hey, what's that?"

The tattooed giantess pointed down at their feet and Jennifer, naively, bent down to inspect the potential point of interest floated by her partner. Lola smiled her Cheshire grin, grabbing the taller girl by her abdomen as she lifted her in turn, setting up a move she had been practicing, a power bomb. With a gentle-for-her degree of force, Lola dropped Jennifer, her own spine meeting Beverly's as she collided with the expanse of woman. Though painful, Jennifer was too impressed to care.

"Holy shit, dude! That was a real fucking move!" She exclaimed, stunned in more ways than physical.

"Eye for an eye." Lola grinned, helping Jennifer to her feet.
"You ok?"

"Yea! I mean, it hurt like a motherfucker but I feel great! I almost wanna go again." The blonde giantess replied. Lola chuckled, never seeing such an enthused look on her partner's face in all the time the two had known each other. However, the tender moment of bonding was cut short as the titaness beneath them sprang to life, pushing Team FireBird back onto the desolate street.

Agent Nguyen and José arrived in time to see the two larger girls tumble to the ground, Beverly rising to her feet once more. Acting quickly, the smaller agent bounded to the aid of the two larger girls.

"We don't have much time." She explained, seeing the clearly puzzled look on Jennifer's face as she helped her up.
"I'm a federal agent. We've got every big fuckin' gun in California ready to go, we just need to get that big bitch back to the eastern shore! Can we do that!?"

Jennifer looked at the smaller woman as José ran past the trio, hoping to run interference and distract Beverly. The blonde giantess was struggling to keep up with the whirlwind the eventful night had become, but as she turned to Lola, who shot back a slight, knowing nod, Jennifer felt a confidence within her to make things right for good.

"We can do tha-" Jennifer began to reply, her answer cut short as the tiny José collided with her chest, having been kicked by the gigantic scientist that now loomed above the group. The titanic wrestler fell to the ground, José and his massive cock wresting atop her huge tits. He looked at her with an embarrassed smile, a well-meant gesture sabotaged by his third-leg of a penis throbbed as it grazed her soft breasts.

"This day continues to get more uncomfortable by the minute." The blonde sighed, perturbed.

"He can apologize later!" Nguyen urged.
"Fucking RUN!"

Like a hungry lioness, Beverly snapped into action, descending upon the smaller group. Lola and agent Nguyen began to sprint as Jennifer followed suit, carrying the mobility-challenged genetic engineer in her arms.

"I'm gonna fucking flatten ALL OF YOU!" The enormous scientist roared, leaping towards the fleeing group. With incredible speed and dexterity, Beverly dove, arms outstretched towards Jennifer and José as they brought up the rear.

"Look out!" The smaller man cried, watching his former colleague approaching over Jennifer's shoulder. The athletic giantess moved quickly, dodging an errant swipe as she continued to run, trying to keep pace with the group. The colossal doctor crashed into the ground, her unfathomable weight shaking the earth violently. The reverberating terrain proved too difficult to run on as Lola tripped into the agent alongside her, falling into a multi-tiered parking garage, collapsing into the steel and concrete of the structure. Agent Nguyen hit the ground and rolled, regaining her balance expertly as she continued to run, glancing back briefly to assess the situation. The enraged scientist was hot on Jennifer and José's heels, her long legs closing the distance with startling ease. As the sprinting blonde reached Lola, climbing out of the wreckage of the demolished parking garage, Beverly attacked, flinging the two girls and tiny man into the skyscrapers that adorned the street with one swift motion. Lola bounced off a particularly resilient structure, crashing into the desolate earth at the towering scientist's powerful feet while José and Jennifer ploughed through a few smaller buildings, landing in the next street over. Beverly loomed over Lola as she struggled to find her footing, reaching for something to support her as she fought to stand, grasping at the gigantic scientist's big toe. The raven-haired giantess looked down, jerking her foot, sending Lola back to the ground.

"You little skanks think you can stop me?! A literal fucking goddess?!" Beverly seethed, standing over Lola as she lay dazed below the enormous tyrant. She looked up, her body beaten, her head spinning, seeing only malice staring back. With a swift, pointed kick, Beverly rocked the redhead's gut, delivering a savage and merciless blow to the downed girl. Lola groaned in agony, coughing in pain, unable to stand.

"You're nothing but common whores playing pretend." Beverly spat, kicking the helpless girl again. The punishment was too much to take. As the massive scientist's foot connected with Lola's stomach once more, the redhead slumped over, unmoving. Beverly looked down on her victim with an almost bored disgust. Two hits? That's all this cheap slut could take? This wouldn't do, not at all. Still, she had more prey to toy with.

Agent Nguyen watched from a distance as the massive megalomaniac carelessly stepped over Lola's battered body, looking over the tall San Francisco structures to find Jennifer and José. As the titanic torturer pushed aside the sturdy skyscrapers in her pursuit of punishment, the young agent's mind raced. She needed to lure the massive megalomaniac away, back to the shore, but how? She was resourceful, cunning, but with Lola indisposed, it seemed suicidally foolish to try and engage with the scientist five times her size alone.

José snapped from his concussed stupor first, unable to see past the looming structures above him, but the telltale stomping made it clear; he and Jennifer were being hunted. Like the Minotaur that dwelled within the legendary labyrinth, Beverly closed in.

"I know I threw you two somewhere over here." Beverly thought aloud, scanning the narrow streets, her aimless hands brushing through tonnes of concrete, steel, and stone as the skyline fell away at her touch. Jennifer began to come to in time to see the brutal behemoth searching for her and José. She felt paralyzed, terrified to make a move lest she slough off the camouflage of debris shrouding her and her smaller companion from harm. The raven-haired goddess loomed directly above them, her warm breath bathing the streets as she scoured in desperation. While it hadn't seemed like as much of a problem prior to this moment, now more than ever, Beverly lamented that her contact lenses hadn't grown with her, rendering her vision somewhat impaired. Amid the chaos and rubble below marred by the smoky skies of fire and ash, the immense scientist has completely lost track of her smaller prey, frustrating her somewhat. While the titanic tyrant bumbled amidst the ruined streets, agent Nguyen couldn't afford to wait. She had to act.

With a quickness in her step, the 600ft agent managed to reach the towering scientist undetected, clawing up her immense legs as fast as she could. Beverly winced at the sudden sharpness, feeling like the claws of a cat digging in to her soft calves.

"You little fucker!" She roared, reaching to remove the dug-in agent when Jennifer intercepted her powerful hand, deflecting the tyrant's cruel clutches while delivering a flurry of countering fists to her crotch and stomach. Even at their disparate size, Jennifer's skilled punches hurt, but the gigantic scientist, boiling with more and more seething rage, shrugged off the attacks, violently grasping at the smaller girl's throat as agent Nguyen was shaken off to the ground. With more strength than anything recorded in human history, Beverly Perkins lifted the child-sized wrestler into the air, her hand tightly clamped upon the blonde bombshell's neck. She eyed her prey with more disdain than anyone thought possible, simply offering a disapproving scoff at the sheer nerves her futile foe had before chokeslamming all 950ft of Jennifer into the earth, quaking the entire state. She lay in the crater she had formed, weakly grasping at consciousness, Beverly's horrifically stone cold glare the last thing she saw before her world went dark.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this, agent Nguyen?" The towering titaness asked. The smaller agent merely looked up as the gigantic woman above her shifted, Beverly's icy focus now resting solely on her. Nguyen tried to scramble away, but before she could stand, the enormous foot of the super-sized scientist, dirtied and debris-stricken, descended upon her, pinning the helpless agent in place.

"Even when you first became a thorn in my side, pointing your pathetic little gun at me back in my lab, I dreamt of this very moment. Feeling your bones crack beneath my perfect feet, seeing the pressure build as your head popped like a pathetic little grape. It just feels so fucking delicious." Beverly moaned, enjoying the orgasmic sensation of her complete and total domination. She pressed her foot down harder atop the trapped agent, feeling her squirm underfoot as she let out a pitiful Yelp of pain.

"To tell you the truth, I'm glad you got a taste of this power." The gigantic scientist admitted.
"because now you're big enough for me to enjoy killing you."

Beverly ceased to hold off on the doll-sized woman, letting her resting weight fall upon the poor agent before slowly beginning to increase the pressure. Agent Nguyen couldn't breathe, trapped beneath the tonnes upon tonnes of woman above her as the force continued to increase like a hydraulic press descending onto her body. She cried out in pain with the last of the air in her lungs, her vision clouded and fleeting.

But before Beverly could completely squeeze the life out of the her, something miraculous happened. José Alvarez, revved up on a second wind, sprinting from hiding to the ankle the half-mile monster was standing on, kicking her heel with as much force as his oversized testicles would allow. At first, Beverly thought some rubble had brushed against her foot, grazing her as it fell, but the slight sensation persisted, giving her cause to look down and see her tiny former colleague's futile assault. The raven-haired goddess had enjoyed toying with the meddlesome agent, savouring the sadistic pleasure that came with every moment of torture, but as José, this man she had known for far too long, continued to kick, Beverly decided her patience was at an end. She released her foothold from Nguyen's bruised body, pivoting to properly loom over the nuisance that had always been José.

"You." Beverly said, boredom dripping from her mouth as she knocked the tiny man over with her pinky toe. José fell with a thud, his tremendous penis flattening a convenience store as it landed, sprawled between his legs. He tried to crawl, inching backwards in fear as this woman he had known for so long stared down at him with an almost alien, ethereal quality. She gently pinned is cock beneath her foot, trapping the massive chemical engineer in place, helpless and unable to flee.

"I don't have the patience to fuck around with you, José. You disgust me, you always have." She said, her cold, remorseless voice echoing across the otherwise silent city.
"I've got nothing more to say to you. Time to disappear!"

Beverly lifted her foot, the dirt and debris cascading off the enormous sole as it rose higher and higher into the sky. José merely stared in fear, watching his doom dwindle as the enormous foot pulled farther and farther back before dropping suddenly and without fanfare. There was a tremendous boom, a forceful impact that shook the tired earth so strongly that it's vibrations could be felt in Canada.

But to the tiny chemical engineer's shock, he was not dead. Nor was he harmed at all.

He looked up, slowly turning to see a figure standing above him, holding the tyrant's merciless foot at bay. Her long golden hair shone brightly against the moon that sparked through the flaming, blackened sky, her glorious body glistening with sweat as she struggled to hold off Beverly's oppressive step. It was Jennifer Harper, pressed beneath the gigantic footfall like atlas shackled beneath the earth itself. She looked down at José, her deep blue eyes full of life, burning with the will to win. But, in the mathematic equation on display, Jennifer was not the stronger being. Beverly smirked, increasing the pressure as the titanic wrestler beneath her sole wavered against the increasing tide of power. She couldn't hold forever, Jennifer knew this, but at least she could buy José some time. Her back began to scream with pain within her body, heat shooting along every nerve. She was slipping, almost ready to drop. But when things seemed their most dire, the weight seemed to lessen.

Agent Nguyen had stood up, using the last of her strength to push against Beverly with all her might. Jennifer looked at the smaller girl, a mix of relief and gratitude mingling with a surge of invigorating gusto. Together, the duo pushed, managing to stem the wave of pressure, even managing to fight back as José stood, joining the two girls as he braced himself against the massive foot. The titanic scientist wobbled, her balance momentarily strained as the resistance supplied by the smaller group seemed to double. She pressed harder, putting as much force into her foot as possible hoping to crush all three of the insolent insects with one devastating stomp.

But her foot could press no farther.

It was supposed to be her moment of triumph, her moment of total domination, not just against the pretenders that struggled against her might, but of the entire world. Instead, Beverly looked down, seeing not three, but four shapes beneath her sole, the bright, fiery hair of Lola Blaze shining like a beacon in the darkness and destruction.

"Put your backs into it, runts!" Lola groaned, heaving against the sweaty, soiled foot. The team of differently-sized people pushed, each of them putting all they had into the final motion. Soon, Beverly's foot began to reverse, her majesty and might overturned by the very people she looked down upon. She began to tumble backwards, unable to balance herself on her lone standing leg. Soon, José and agent Nguyen could no longer reach, the rest of the final push resting on Jennifer and Lola, two enemies, two rivals, now fire-forged friends.

The monstrously immense woman stepped back, hoping to catch herself and regain the upper hand but found no purchase amongst the ruins of San Francisco. Stumbling backwards, she fell, the momentum carrying her half-mile frame directly into the open air of the shore. Her landing was clumsy and powerful, rippling the waters that the waiting destroyers floated in while the earth rumbled beneath the scores of tanks, but the behemoth was once again in range.

It was like the Fourth of Motherfucking July.

Seemingly every tank and warship in the state of California fired upon the massive head of Beverly Perkins while bombers and fighter planes soared overhead, delivering their payload. The weapons of man were slight, inelegant things compared to the grace of a goddess, but the combined firepower centralized on the massive scientist's dazed head, pummelling her into submission as the shots and shells and bombs rattled her skull. Her soft, precious grey matter was rocked with a solid volley of unified military might, each passing second erasing memories and motor skills until the enormous woman lay, still breathing, if only by instinct. Her brain had been decimated, the titanic tyrant lobotomized, and every last shred of Dr. Beverly Perkins swept away.

The smoke cleared and the dust settled. The world seemed to quiet in a manner unlike any felt in the ruined city, akin to a life before the existence of giant women, before the world was irreparably changed forever. The four stood, watching, waiting, almost expecting their hopes to be dashed, for the cruel doctor to rise once more, but nothing happened. Nothing, until a destroyer fired its canon off the port-side bow, nailing Lola Blaze in the shoulder.

"Bro, what the FUCK?!" She yelled, falling to her knees as she gripped her shoulder, the impact similar to a baseball thrown at high speeds. Painful, but non-lethal. Jennifer rushed to her partner's side, ready for what may come.

"Jesus Christ!" Agent Nguyen cried, stepping out in front of the battleships and tanks.
"Cease fire! Stand! Down!"

The turrets of the mighty vehicles of war traced her path, watching, waiting, when a voice rang out on all military channels.

"God dammit, that is an American federal agent, do not fire on her! This is Colonel Andrew Hutchinson, I am ordering all forces in the area to stand down!" The grizzled officer replied. There appeared to be hesitation among the ranks, a fearful few untrusting of the giants that stood before them, but as Jennifer helped Lola to her feet, a helicopter cut through the inky blackness of the burning sky, heading for them. Lola saw the approaching craft, ready to strike against the buzzard but Jennifer gripped her arms tightly, holding her steady. The fiery haired redhead looked at her partner with mild disbelief, but thought better than to retaliate with so many weapons trained upon them. And so, the sleek military chopper approached unhindered, slowing as it pulled up and hovered alongside agent Nguyen.

"I'll be damned if you don't get results." The colonel said, laughing slightly through the booming loudspeaker of the aircraft.
"I never should've doubted you, Nguyen. You have my thanks, this country is very grateful."

"Just doing my duty, sir." The young agent replied, smiling.

"Indeed. Now then." He said, turning his attention to Jennifer and Lola.
"As for you young ladies, I would like to extend the gratitude of the United States to you in the hopes that we can come to some kind of reasonable agreement."

The pair stood silently, waiting for something to happen. Agent Nguyen looked at the two, confused.

"Can you... can you guys hear him?" She asked, looking up at Jennifer.

"Hear who?" The blonde giantess replied, puzzled. The smaller girl pinched her temples, stifling a laugh. This night had been perhaps the most important night in contemporary history, one that she herself had played a pivotal part in and emerged with her life. She had been through hell and after all the harrowing tribulations, the fact that her two larger counterparts were unable to even hear the tiny colonel offering them clemency tickled and frustrated simultaneously.

"Ok. It's fine. It's good." She said.
"I'm special agent Theresa Nguyen, that dude with the freaky dick is José Alvarez, it's a pleasure to formally meet you both."

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Adjusting to a life at 500ft was difficult, but not impossible as demonstrated by the "San Francisco Four" as they came to be known. Though complicit in the immeasurable damage wrought upon California, the United States government was willing to offer Jennifer, Lola, and José a shot at redemption, once some considerable community service had been completed. Together, Team FireBird and the towering chemical engineer worked to clear the streets of the once proud San Francisco, looking for survivors and handling the workload only a giant could. In time, through their toil, their debt was considered paid and it came time to reintegrate the two gigantesses and solitary giant "comfortably" back into society.

It was a conundrum that took the country's top minds to solve. Considerations like food, shelter, and any potential threat posed by the two, accidental or otherwise were pondered by everyone from analysts to farmers in a unified attempt to provide Jennifer and Lola a reasonably normal life. Clothing was an immediate problem. There was no material on earth capable of covering the colossal curves of the two nude beauties beyond simple, massive sheets of fabric to cover the bare minimum. It wasn't the most fashionable solution, but it ultimately ensured the giantesses could be among the more prudent population without causing too much of a moral panic. As such, the relatively limited wardrobe of Team FireBird was a deciding factor in the relocation effort for the two giantesses. A small, previously uninhabited island off the Californian coast was chosen, serving as a secluded place where the giantesses could live in as much peace being internationally recognized phenomenons could bring. Agricultural specialists were brought in to ensure the two would have enough food to stay nourished and happy while the biggest names in the world of architecture and communications were enlisted to provide the pair with all the amenities of a normal life. With the problem of accommodations sorted, Jennifer and Lola lived comfortably for a time but quickly found the island to be a little restricting, the offerings of its private shores slight. it was then decided that the two would be allowed scheduled visitation to the mainland, albeit heavily supervised and carefully planned to alleviate some of the cabin fever.

José, meanwhile, found his new life on the mainland surprisingly easy to adjust to. His still-considerable height of 600ft was difficult to accommodate for but much easier than either Lola or Jennifer. He was given a large secluded ranch in Southern California to live on, kept secure with a guarded perimeter to keep the prying eyes out. While he lived alone at first, save for a few groundskeepers and support staff, José never found himself without something to do. As the sole surviving member of The Compound project, the gigantic man worked with the best scientific teams the U.S. government could supply to continue Beverly's research safely and ethically. With his first-hand expertise, José and his team managed to make breakthrough after breakthrough in the field of bio-chemistry, even creating the version of the Compound that was initially promised.

This newly crafted Compound was a medical panacea, a cure-all with unparalleled regenerative capabilities and none of the pesky height-altering side effects. This miracle substance became integral to the field of modern medicine, leading to cures and procedures once believed to be impossible all while netting giant chemical engineer a Nobel prize for his findings. It was a satisfying breakthrough for José, but he was far from finished. He wanted to understand why the original Compound held such explosive growth potential, having felt its effects first hand. With a dedicated staff of researchers, and a few accidents involving some now 20ft tall volunteer testers, he was able to crack the nut, finding the potentially cataclysmic components that allowed such extreme expansion within humans and re-working it to work only on plant-based biology. With a few tweaks to the formula, José began developing his revision of the compound into a high-grade fertilizer and crop supplement, yielding some extremely promising results and the largest ear of corn in the world, measuring in at 146ft and 10 inches. Seeds sewn in soil saturated with this new fertilizing formula germinated and matured into full, healthy crops in a matter of days, allowing for multiple harvests in the same season. It was a boon to the world of agriculture, and José realized its potential to the fullest, releasing the patent to the formula for free, eventually leading to the end of world hunger.

Agent Nguyen became something of a symbol for the United States. Her service and valour during a time of incredible crisis earned her a prolific status among the people of America, propelling her renown to an almost superheroic level. When her superiors at the FBI met with the towering agent to debrief, it became clear to the young hero that she would not be able to return to active duty, her size simply rendering it impossible. However, all hope was not yet lost for the disheartened girl as a job offering of a different kind came down from within the bureau. The PR machine began to churn and soon, the young agent found herself travelling the country, touring from city to city as the next great American hero.

The fame didn't mean much to agent Nguyen. She found it novel to see the crowds of people waiting feverishly to cheer her on, but there were only so many parades she could lead, only so many places she could go and still feel excited. As her tours went on, the towering agent grew to feel like a glorified pageant queen, meant only to smile and wave and salute an emblematic flag. The days and nights bled together as agent Nguyen was showed around from city to city like a sideshow depiction of the patriotic fervour of the United States personified. She was happy be seen as a positive force in the relations between the giants and the rest of the world, but agent Nguyen came to find the role she portrayed to be a very boring, empty one. She loved her country, but she became a federal agent to better protect the people she lived among. Parading around as the poster child for American patriotism was fun, but it was a job the proud agent was glad to retire from, eventually joining José and settling down on his ranch.

As for Jennifer and Lola, life on the island continued to move slowly, the excursions on the mainland barely satisfying the brewing boredom. The two spent most of their time talking and kindling their new friendship, though they still argued frequently, just with less violent results. However, as Lola lamented the lack of hobbies available to a 930ft woman during a visit from agent Nguyen, the smaller woman made a suggestion that seemed to resonate with both Lola. Her and Jennifer were infamous, known on every shore of every continent with fans and followers all across the globe. The young agent, fresh off the western leg of her final tour, suggested the gigantic pair use their considerable following to start some sort of project.

Lola took to the idea immediately, capitalizing on her newfound fame the way she knew best. With the help of a dedicated crew able to do the jobs Lola was too large for, the tattooed titaness resumed her career in adult entertainment, becoming the most popular pornstar in the world practically overnight. She took the clip-selling world by storm, offering the most authentic giantess and size-fetish-themed videos available on the market with forays into as many genres and fetishes the big girl could feasibly try. Though her size made it difficult to collaborate with other models, Lola was luckily able to find a suitable shooting partner in José, his overgrown member the perfect size to match his much larger co-star.

With her re-establishment in the world of adult entertainment, Lola enjoyed a great deal of success, though money had little meaning to someone as large as her. Instead, the gorgeous goddess traded in numbers of a different kind, her self-satisfaction measured by views and follower counts, metrics that never seemed to be in decline. As such, with the sex work angle sewn up, Lola decided to diversify her creative output, trying pretty much anything she could think of. The sky was no limit to a woman with her head almost literally in the clouds.

In the span of a few short months, Lola launched a fashion line, a cosmetic brand, wrote several screenplays, and dabbled with a short lived career in pop music. Pretty much any idea she vocalized was met with offerings from private investors and corporate entities hoping to ride the massive redhead's coattails, and she knew it. They were there for the clout, but as long as they were bankrolling her, Lola couldn't care less. Every product she launched, every project that she started proved to be enormously popular, pretty much anything with her name attached to it flew off the shelves. The money poured in, so much so that once all involved parties received their cut, Lola and far more than she could feasibly ever spend, even for a girl pushing 1000ft. Instead, the towering redhead decided to put the wealth towards things that mattered, establishing several crisis centres for victims of domestic and sexual violence. On track to become one of the most successful entrepreneurs of all time, Lola Blaze, the massive multi-hyphenate, had no intentions of slowing down.

Jennifer, however, was initially hesitant to re-enter the public eye, but had a change of heart once she learned that a sizeable portion of her fans were wrestling aficionados. Footage of her exploits during the San Francisco crisis circulated the various forums of wrestling marks worldwide, the skill, style and flare of the 950ft woman inspiring awe among millions of people. Soon, the blonde titaness found herself approached by various independent and corporate wrestling promotions, offering her everything from an honorary spot among their stable of athletes to the position of official brand ambassador. She was resistant to the idea, her feelings of being exploited during her employment at The Jewel bubbling back up from the depths of her memory, but as she traveled to meet with the various companies vying for her attention, Jennifer found her passion for the craft reignited. She toured the country, appearing as the guest of honour at several major events and met with spirited wrestlers and devoted fans from all over the world.

Wrestling was Jennifer's life. It was her dream that kept her going through the hardest days of her life, to strive for greatness and stand among the heroes and villains of the squared circle, shoulder to shoulder with the legendary athletes and storytellers of the finest sport ever conceived. After her and Lola's growth, Jennifer considered that dream all but dead, the irony of being 950ft tall but unable to reach the thing she wanted most leading to many a sleepless night of tired tears. But now, even among peers a fraction of her size, Jennifer felt respected, admired, invigorated to continue her pursuit of glory and enter the storied halls of wrestling history. She formed a new promotion, one forged from the ashes of her tumultuous past, one built on the belief that women could be both delicate and formidable, beautiful and powerful. With these tenets at her core, Jennifer curated a stable of the greatest women to ever grace the mat, amateurs and pros alike. Acting as commissioner and coach, the towering wrestler trained hundreds of aspiring young women at the open-air training facility and coliseum constructed just off shore from her and Lola's private island. There, a new generation of wrestlers was born, making the world of sport sit up and pay attention, the biggest star the craft had ever seen at the helm.

Though their two endeavours were kept separate, Jennifer and Lola came to hold a huge degree of mutual respect for each other as their friendship continued to bloom. Lola came to develop a sincere appreciation for the art of wrestling, sitting in on many of Jennifer's training sessions and even volunteering herself as a practice dummy whenever a move needed to be demonstrated. As Lola progressed with her knowledge and acumen of the sport, she became a full fledged member of the league, participating in multiple exhibition matches with her equally large colleague.

In turn Jennifer came to appreciate Lola's vocation of choice, taking it upon herself to learn the in's and out's of sex work as a business. It was during the pair's time together that Jennifer realized she had held a harmful, derogative attitude towards her former colleagues at The Jewel, Lola in particular. The towering redhead was, in turn, very patient and happy to educate her counterpart on the topic, having had this exact conversation so many times, she practically had it scripted out. She was a free soul, wild and untameable. Sex work had its ups and downs, sure, but so did any other career and the tattooed titaness continued to stay with it because it was something she genuinely enjoyed. It gave her the freedom to create in a way that came naturally to her while satisfying a desire to be desired. It was art of a different kind and Jennifer came to appreciate it. Art that Lola happily offered to create with the beautiful blonde.

You see, the pair's fast growing friendship was not the only kind of relationship budding upon their secluded island. The two spent many a night in the company of nobody but each other and as they continued to open up and bond, their friendship became more intimate. Jennifer was free to explore a side of her sexuality she never knew she had and a soon, romantic feelings began to flourish, a deep connection interlocking their hearts forever. Though flattered, Jennifer passed on Lola's offer to shoot with her, reasoning that there was enough naked pictures and videos of her on the Internet already. Still, she remained supportive of her lover's commitment to the art she was creating. So much so that after the wedding, José approached her and offered to stop shooting with Lola if it made her uncomfortable, but the towering blonde simply laughed, assuring the smaller man it was ok.

Now, you're probably thinking "Wait, wedding? What wedding? What is this crazy bitch talking about?". Well, as Team FireBird blossomed into Team Lovebird, Jennifer Harper and Rosalyn "Lola Blaze" Sterling tied the knot, officially playing host to the literal largest wedding in history just fourteen months after their explosive debut as the tallest women in the world. Save for an embarrassing faux pas when José's comically oversized cock exploded out of his pants at the sight of the bodacious brides' first kiss, the ceremony went off without a hitch. The ensuing party was a joyous celebration of love borne through hardship and adversity. Thousands flocked to the island to take part in the festivities and the married giantesses enjoyed the taste of cake for the first time in a long time. The official data on how many eggs it took to make a cake big enough for two 900ft brides to see, let alone taste, was never released but estimates on that particular stat are grim. Anyway, Lola and Jennifer enjoyed a wonderful night in the company of friends, fans, and peers, Theresa Nguyen and the aforementioned José Alvarez among them. As the night drew long and the scores of people went home, the two towering lovers retired for the evening, the consummation of their marriage causing some minor floods along the Californian coast as their island rocked and rocked and rocked into the night. All in all, a pretty happy ending for two big girls that hated each other's guts.

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