Finally, the strip club was closed, which meant Jasmine could get down to business. The excitement had been building inside the exotic dancer all night, and once outside she took a deep breath...
Instantly she felt her tanktop constrict against her chest...
“Shit” she whispered. “Not yet...”
In her haste, Jasmine very nearly made a careless mistake. It was only a matter of time before people figured her out, but for now she intended to keep a secret identity. With that thought in mind, Jasmine made sure she was alone, and ducked into a handy dark alley to change costumes. Only a few weeks ago, the young Latina woman would have prudently avoided such a dangerous location, but now days, she was more than capable of handling anything that might come up...
Smirking at what she knew was soon to come, Jasmine quickly squeezed into a tight pair of white Lycra shorts. A matching pair of shiny, knee high boots were next. Then a metallic blue tube-top was given the unenviable task of containing her ample breasts. Finally, a simple white burglar style mask concealed enough of Jasmine’s face to satisfy her.
She was ready.
Her face hidden, and body looking absolutely fantastic in the chosen outfit, Jasmine could finally take that deep breath. Skin tingling in anticipation, she exhaled and said, “Bigger”
One word, that was all, but the reaction it spawned was astounding.
Jasmine’s body, her statuesque, curvy body expanded out and up in all directions. Rapidly her booted feet consumed more and more ground, while the rest of her frame filled the increasingly narrow alley. Each passing second saw Jasmine grow taller until she reached 40 feet.
Even with her inexperience, the towering stripper knew that this was a mere drop in the bucket, but she needed a second or two to compose herself though. The rush of size and power was intoxicating, and Jasmine’s ample chest rose and fell rapidly with every breath. Wiping away a single bead of sweat, the caramel skinned woman took another breath, and paused.
The top of her head, with its dark brown, blonde streaked hair, was nearly even with the surrounding five story buildings. Disguised, Jasmine wasn’t worried about people seeing her when she rose over the neighboring skyline, in fact, she was excited over the prospect of it. Instead, she stared down at the empty space in the alleyway, particularly near her round hips and ass. Too much more growth and they would smash into the enclosing brick walls.
“Am I ready to go this far?” she pondered.
A split second later she answered her own question. “Ah, fuck it”
Unconcerned with property damage, Jasmine let out a long, lusty whisper, “Big..gggger”
Before the next expansion exploded, she repeated the word, only louder this time
“Biggggggggger!
Jasmine knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would far surpass any of her previous sizes, but she didn’t care. Lost in the sensation of her ever increasing power, she let the mysterious force propel her higher. Adding a foot every few seconds to her already towering frame, Jasmine quicky rose above the nearest buildings. In the meantime her relentlessly expanding curves were about to take on the brick structures
For a split second, the growing woman’s hips filled the alleyway, causing her to become wedged between the enclosing walls. Jasmine’s smirk brightened though, as she knew her growth would easily overcome those barriers. Sure enough, a quick twist of her hips pushed the upper levels of the brick facades away without any problem.
Peering down at the building, Jasmine paused to examine the damage. While she knew that she was incredibly strong at her current size, the towering Latina still couldn’t help but marvel at how destructive she could really be. A naughty idea popped in Jasmine’s head as she looked over the abused structures. Glancing down at her big, round tush, she grinned, right before thrusting it forcefully into the already damaged building. Similar in scale to a bomb going off, Jasmine’s muscular rump sent the top floors of the structure crashing down in an avalanche of brick and timber.
Beaming with pride at how powerful even her most casual moves were, Jasmine dusted off her luscious ass. Fucking awesome!” she laughed.
With her destructive lust temporarily satisfied, the gigantic stripper forced her way out of the alleyway, causing additional damage. More of the buildings’ exteriors tore free against Jasmine’s sexy legs and hips, until finally they finally collapsed from the abuse...
Minutes later...
The hour was late, and very few people were outside, but those who were, witnessed the amazing sight of a twelve story tall woman sashaying through the streets. Jasmine didn’t linger in the outskirts of the city long. She had a destination already in mind, and a tight time frame to make it there. Still, the gargantuan stripper savored her towering vantage point, and how powerful it made her feel.
“That’s right little people...look up at me!” she sneered while strutting over a pair of cars stopped at an intersection.
It took fifteen minutes for Jasmine to reach the isolated interstate highway, and as she hoped, no witnesses saw her prepare for the upcoming ambush. Moving quickly, she unzipped her massive white boots, and laid them across the highway. The simple, yet effective barrier in place, Jasmine crouched low behind a nearby hill, and waited. Moments later, her prey lumbered into sight.
The armored truck was right on time for its nightly deliveries. Protected by heavy steel plating, and shotguns inside, the transport’s drivers had little to fear from ambushing robbers.
“What’s that up ahead in the road?” the passenger said, while staring ahead.
His partner squinted. “Don’t know, looks like a tractor-trailer jack-knifed or something”
As the men drove toward the obstacle, it became clear they weren’t looking at a wrecked 18-wheeler..
Not believing what he saw, the driver stammered, “Are those...Are those boots?”
“Shit, it looks like it, but how can they be that big? Look at’em, they’re blocking the whole road!”
Before either man could decide what to do next, a booming feminine voice, dripping with attitude echoed all around.
“Ah, how nice! Just what I always wanted! A little toy truck filled with cash.”
The armored truck never stood a chance. Without hesitation, Jasmine emerged from her hiding place and snatched the heavy vehicle up with one hand. Inside the money laden truck, terrified yelps from the crew were clearly audible to the smirking giantess. Jasmine only regarded her catch for a moment, before carefully stuffing it into her bag. There would be time to enjoy herself later, for now though, she needed to get off the road.
“Sit tight dears” she taunted. “We’ll be home in no time.”
Barefoot, Jasmine made her way through a narrow swath of trees, where she found her previously stashed motorcycle. Somewhat reluctantly, the 120 foot tall Latina forced herself to shrink back to normal size. While the transformation left Jasmine feeling disappointed, she did brighten up a little knowing that she had a quarter of million dollars now stashed in her purse.
“Not bad for an hour’s work!” she thought.
Throwing on a worn brown leather jacket over her outfit, and removing the mask, the super thief gunned her motorcycle toward the interstate. Even though Jasmine knew she should exit the area as soon as possible, she couldn’t help but stop near her discarded boots. Still gigantic, the forty foot long footwear dwarfed everything around them.
Fascinated, Jasmine imagined just how destructive she could have been with feet so massive. More amazing to her was that she could have made herself a thousand times bigger!
“I could crush a fucking army if I wanted to...”
An alluring vision of an endless line of tanks and soldiers scrambling in vain to escape her mighty foot flitted through Jasmine’s mind. Such absolute power at her command naturally led the stripper to a enticing idea...
“I could rule the world!”
Something that big was beyond Jasmine’s immediate scope though. For now, she would enjoy the fruits of her gigantic thievery.
But In the future though...”
Setting that thought aside for the time being, she continued walking around her massive boots. As she neared the one of the boot’s opening, she found her nose assaulted by a pungent odor. With a start, Jasmine realized that it was coming from the inside her mammoth footwear.
“Goddamn! My feet can’t smell that bad!” she gasped aloud.
Jasmine hadn’t noticed the smell when she was gigantic, but now that she was normal sized, the stench of pent up bared feet and leather wafted from her boots in waves. Both embarrassed, yet amused, all at the same time, she snickered at the thought of work crews removing her oversized boots.
“Maybe next time I’ll leave a pair of panties behind!” Jasmine thought, as she jumped back on her motorcycle and sped off into the night.
Back at her apartment and giddy from her successful caper, Jasmine plopped down on the couch. Eager, she wasted no more time, and reached into her purse, removing the now miniaturized armored car. Her heart pounding heavily, Jasmine rapped lightly on the truck’s top with her thumb.
“Ok, everybody out”
Not surprisingly, the tiny occupants weren’t overly cooperative. Thrilled with this potential game, though Jasmine chose to draw it out, and lay on the dominant tone. Barely able to contain a snicker, she assumed an angry demeanor.
“Come out, or I pull you out”. Pausing she added, “And trust me, you do not want that.”
Much to Jasmine’s surprise, her threat didn’t spur the tiny men to obey.
“No bother, this way would be more fun anyway.”
Using her thumbnail, Jasmine managed to find a seam in the steel plating. Pulling up on the metal shielding, she was able to tear away the roof of the truck, exposing its hidden contents.
“See? Told you”, Jasmine mocked.
Instantly a tiny pop came from one of the men, followed by a faint smell of smoke. It wasn’t until an identical sound occurred, that Jasmine realized what was happening.
“You’re shooting at me?”
She was incredulous
A third shot confirmed her question. Jasmine watched as a blast from one of the men’s tiny shotguns bounced harmlessly off her upper arm. In response, the massive Latina simply arched one of her elegantly shaped eyebrows, as if daring the tiny men to shoot at her again. The look persuaded her captives to surrender without further resistance.
“There, much better” Jasmine sneered. “Now, the question is, what should I do with you two?”
The men pleaded for mercy. “Please, don’t hurt us!” they begged. “We’ll do anything you say!”
Jasmine’s throaty chuckle boomed down at the doll sized captives. “Of course you’ll do whatever I say, there’s no question about that.”
Then she added thoughtfully, “But really, what can two little men like you possibly do for me?”
She was greeted with silence. The lack of answer confirmed Jasmine’s opinion. “Nothing, just like I thought”
“Now then, I think I’ll be taking my money”
Quite unceremoniously, Jasmine still holding the armored car in the palm of her hand, tipped it over onto the floor. The sudden drop sent hundreds of tiny bags of cash, along with their guards plummeting. While only a little over a foot high, the distance was deadly to the miniaturized men. Worse still, the avalanche of heavy sacks caused just as much injury as the fall.
Jasmine sifted through the small pile with her finger until she found the little men. Unconscious, possibly even dead, they lied in a heap. Using one of manicured nails, the cruel stripper flicked the first man across the room, and then the second. Whether they were living or not, Jasmine would vacuum them up later. For the time being, her attention was on the tiny sacks of money at her feet.
Controlling the mysterious power inside her, Jasmine laid her hands on the pile, and willed it to return to its original size. In an instant, the shrunken cash expanded, flooding the area around the thief’s sofa and coffee table. Jasmine grabbed a handful of neatly packaged stack of $100 bills, smelling the sweet scent of fresh, uncirculated money.
But even as she savored her ill-gotten gains, a new, more ambitious plan was already formulating in her mind...
Giantess World
