I did not do it on purpose, but I think I’m more or less as big as I was when I first grew out of the hotel. It feels like ages ago, and not only because I’ve been frozen for a while. I did so much since then!

I like this size! The buildings around me look like furniture, cars look like toys and people are not even the size of mice as they comically and very unsuccessfully try to get away from me. I know I can catch them any time I want, so I’m not too concerned. Instead, I get distracted by something tickling in my cleavage and I remember about its occupants.

I reach between my humongous breasts and pluck the two now tiny and scurrying forms on it with two fingers, dropping them in my waiting palm an instant later. I cannot help but giggle at the worm-sized waitress and “cute guy” as they squirm in my hand and finally manage to lie on their backs, looking at my towering face in awe.

“I told you I wanted you” I tell the terrified boy in my palm as I reach with two fingers and pluck him with a wink.

He looks a bit dizzy as I hold him in front of my smiling face, marveling at his diminutive form and letting the thrill of being a giant again run along my body.

“What… what will you do with me?” he asks, his mousy voice making me giggle.

“Didn’t I tell you what I wanted you for already?” I reply in my best bedroom voice.

He doesn’t get it. He will, soon. I move my hand down and cutely slide it into my bikini bottom. His squirming body is soon at the gates of heaven, even if I doubt he feels them like that. I have some experience, so I already know that I do not need to expect any fireworks. Still, having him inside is better than not having him, so I slide him in with care and then guide him through my cunt with an extended fingertip.

“Mmmmmm” I say as I eye the terrified waitress and wink at her. I don’t think she realizes what has happened, so I fill her in cheerfully: “i really wanted him INSIDE ME!”

She gets even jumpier as she gets the implications of my words.

“No… please… don’t do that to me!” she screams.

“OH, DON’T WORRY!” I reply as I giggle. “ALL I WANTED FROM YOU WAS BREAKFAST!”

She immediately understands and starts yelling again, but it does not matter as I pick her up with two fingers and I bring her to my waiting mouth. Just for fun, I stick my tongue out and lick her tiny wriggling form, making her screams intensify. I then place her in my lips and let go. I love the slurp as I suck her in and giggle as she kicks all the way down my throat.

“MMMMMMM” I repeat.

Oh, how have I missed this! And to think that I’ve been around for two weeks thinking about what to do!

The world was probably already shocked at seeing me back at giant size, but just in case, my two first actions have proven them that I have not got any milder. It works well enough for me since there was no point in holding back.

I dust myself off, not realizing that in the process a couple of people that had been lucky enough to survive my emergence have now been tossed a couple hundred feet into the air. Well, tough shit. The way I see it, they lived a couple more minutes than they were meant to.

I tease my hair and adjust my boobs and once I’m reasonably satisfied with my appearance, I start standing up slowly and gracefully, soon reaching my full height and looking at the world from my regained lofty stance.

Once more, I can’t understand how I have been able to hold back for so long, suddenly remembering that nothing can compare to the feeling of towering over everyone and everything.

I pivot to face the main direction of the street I’m now standing on and smile at the sight of dozens of abandoned cars and the hundreds of people trying to flee from me. I know I’m just a dozen steps from preventing that, but I’m not in a hurry, so instead of starting after them I just widen my stance, place my hands on my hips and push my chest out, admiring the situation and my effect on the population.

“OOOOH, I HAVE REALLY MISSED THIS!” I say to the shocked population. I guess I should say something. I mean, it’s not every day that a girl grows to the size of a building in your city. It has happened only twice before, and one of them was also yours truly. If I had not rushed this a bit too much, I could have thought on what to say while sipping my cappuccino, but it’s too late for that now. I’ll have to improvise. It’s all right, since I don’t expect anyone to complain anyway.

“HAVE YOU MISSED ME?” I say. It’s cheesy, I know. Let’s see if I can step up. “DON’T WORRY, YOU ARE GOING TO BE SEEING A LOT OF ME, FROM NOW ON!”. Better? Not sure. “I KNOW YOU’VE BEEN TALKING A LOT ABOUT ME THESE LAST MONTHS, SO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT: I’LL HAVE FUN WITH MY SIZE AND POWERS. STUFF IS GOING TO GET BROKEN AND SOME OF YOU ARE GOING TO BECOME STAINS BECAUSE… WELL, THAT’S PART OF THE FUN!”

It’s not the best speech ever, but it doesn’t need to be. All that matters is that I’m back and that I’m determined to be even better as a giant than I was last time. I wonder if I should have told them that I still intend to take over what’s left of the world, but there is time, and I think it’s fair to assume that they are already counting on it.

My womanhood tickles. It’s nothing wild, but the cute guy is still doing his part to make me feel even a bit happier. He is losing some of his initial impulse, though, so I reached down with two fingers and slid them into the bikini bottom first and into myself later, using them to stir him a little and reposition him into more sensitive areas. My cunt is way to big for him, and with so much movement he has drifted a little. I don’t expect he will last long, but he guy looked like someone with quite a lot of stamina and I’m determined to enjoy every ounce of it.

I wonder if I should find some other people to assist him but discard the idea for now. Right now, I’m using him more as an entertainment than anything, and I want to roam around the city a bit more before I start getting serious about getting off.

So, with my pussy sufficiently attended for now, I look around and start making my mind up on what to do. The most obvious course of action seems like starting after the crowd, so that I can mess with it once I catch up. I’m about to take the first step when I spy something through the corner of my eye that stops me.

The flash of color is gone, but it was noticeable thanks to my enhanced senses. So, rather than moving forward, I just stoop a bit and angle to the side to reveal the teeny tiny woman in a floral that was trying to hide from me around the corner.

She is nothing compared to the crowd, but she tried to outsmart me, and this catches my attention. Without thinking further, I find myself dropping to a knee and bending down to look around the corner and straight at her.

My shadow reaches her and makes her look up. I wave cutely, but judging by her reaction, she does not think I was too charming. Her screams are quickly followed by an attempt to flee. It’s short lived, as she suddenly finds the massive wall of flesh that is my hand.

I love seeing how ridiculously small she is next to my palm. I’m dying to hold her, but I manage to hold off and giggle when the woman turns and tries to flee in a different direction. It’s obvious to see that she is straining considerably to do that. All it takes me to prevent her from being successful is a slight repositioning of my wrist. She tries again and I stop her again.

“SO, WHO DO YOU THINK IS GOING TO GET TIRED FIRST?” I mock.

The woman looks up at me and I can see the frustration in her face. I can only giggle at the sight, which makes her more frustrated in turn. Despite her obvious feelings, it’s also easy enough to see that the woman is good-looking. Blonde, slim and apparently well-endowed, she looks like an eye-catcher. I feel snoopy, so I decide to try something new.

“GIVE UP AND I WON’T EAT YOU” I offer.

She looks at me, questioning. Then, I turn my wrist and set hand on the road, palm up.

“CLIMB” I command, although gently.

She hesitates, which makes me frown. In turn, this makes her hesitate further. I feel curious about her, but this does not mean that she deserves too much of my patience.

“LET’S TRY THE OTHER WAY AROUND. IF YOU DON’T CLIMB, YOU GO DOWN THE HATCH!”

I am genuinely surprised when the tiny woman looks up at me and addresses me with her comical voice.

“I’ll climb if you promise not to hurt me!”

I have to admit that I kind of like her guts, but if one thing is clear is that I’m not going to let a girl that’s smaller than my pinkie finger taunt me.

“DOES IT LOOK AS IF YOU HAVE ANY BARGAINING POWER?” I reply.

She hesitates again. I smile when I see her take a first step towards my palm. I cannot prevent a chuckle when the woman stops by my hand and I see that she’s not stand much taller than it, despite the fact that I’m resting it as flat as I can on the tarmac. She looks over her shoulder and I raise an eyebrow in response, sending her to a frantic attempt at pushing herself over the edge of my hand and into my palm. It takes her a while, making me giggle again.

“AND YOU WANTED TO NEGOTIATE” I mock as she finally manages to get to the top and trips, rolling to the center of my palm.

I like towering over my surroundings, so I stand back to my full height and bring my palm under my nose, taking a good look at its little but good-looking contents. The woman screams again when I reached out with my free hand, but I’m careful and gentle for once, and just extend my little finger and slide it under her summer dress, parting her legs with ease in the process. It’s then piece of cake to use my neatly manicured fingernail to tear the dress away from her and look at the topless figure of the blonde cutie.

“HEY, YOU DON’T LOOK HALF BAD!” I say, meaning it when I see her shapely body and her oversized boobs. She is still not in my league, but I’m pretty sure that she does not have too many issues to get me.

She does not reply, so I go on:

“TELL ME, CUTE, WHAT’S YOUR NAME?”

“Vi…Vivian”

I don’t know why, but I like her. I guess it’s her looks. Like me, she is way above average, and I respect that. And she does not represent any competition anymore, I kind of think of her higher than of the rest of tinies around me. You’ll think it’s shallow, but denying that girls like Vivian or me are better is plain stupid.

“TELL ME VIV, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE LIKE ME?” I ask, unconsciously setting my extraordinary condition between her and me.

I was just teasing her, but her answer catches me by surprise.

“Can you make me like you?”

I’m about to laugh out loud but manage to stop it in the last minute. Instead, I widen my eyes and say:

“WELL, I GUESS IT DEPENDS. WOULD YOU DO ANYTHING INTERESTING?”

She doubts whether to reply at first, but finally gets enough courage and starts:

“I would visit my ex, for a start” she says.

“ISN’T THAT TOO ATTACK OF THE FIFTY FOOT WOMAN?” I ask.

She seems embarrassed, but once she has started there is no way back, so she goes on.

“I would go to my ex-job too. And well, I think I would visit the sports harbor and play with the boats there too.”

“NOW YOU ARE STARTING TO BECOME INTERESTING” I say.

“I would then wade up the river, stopping at the bridges,” she says.

“OH, NOW YOU ARE REALLY SOUNDING LIKE A GIANT!” I encourage her.

“And stop at the Central Train Station, using it like a model set” she adds, now sounding even excited.

“ALL THAT SOUNDS REALLY GREAT” I admit.

“So, can you make me a giant?” she asks.

I cannot hold it anymore and chuckle.

“OF COURSE NOT, SILLY!  BUT ALL THAT STUFF YOU MENTIONED SOUNDS LIKE THINKS I DEFINITELY WANT TO DO! IF YOU BEHAVE AND MAKE IT OUT OF MY HAND ALIVE, YOU MAY EVEN ENJOY SEEING ME DOING IT ON TV!”

Her excitement vanishes in an instant, making me giggle once again.

“YOU KNOW, YOU ARE A LOVELY TINY ONE”

I’m feeling great, and everything around me just reinforces that feeling. Thinking on that, I realize that my genital stimulation seems to have receded again, so I slide my fingers in once more and stir my lover with care. I do not get the response I was seeking, this time, so I push him a little harder. It seems to improve, but it only lasts an instant. Frowning, I pinch the tiny body and bring it out.

I hold him close enough to my palm, so the cute girl looks at my unwilling sex partner almost with as much curiosity as I do. He looked quite trashed and he is… well, sticky, but that was to be expected.

I set him with care in my palm, next to the topless blonde, and say:

“TAKE A LOOK AT HIM FOR ME, WILL YOU?”

She is a bit surprised, but complies soon enough. After a minute, she looks up at me, but remains silent.

“WELL?”

“He… he is alive, but he is pretty battered… I think”

It’s hard for me to imagine how it must feel, inside there, but the truth is that I do not think that too many people have made it out alive.

“HOW MUCH BATTERED?” I ask.

She hesitates, but finally replied:

“I… I think he needs medical attention”

Part of me wants to toss them over my shoulder and be done with them. After all, the city is full of people and other interesting things to do. This is not the part of me that prevails. I’m not the kindest person in the world, and God knows I could not care less for individual lives, but these two are not in the same bucket as the rest. I’ve chosen them, and I take care of my own.

One of the advantages of standing taller than any building in the area is that there’s nothing to block my view. So, I find the blue cross on the rooftop of the closest hospital soon enough.

“LET’S GET IT TO HIM, THEN!” I say.

Vivian does not understand it, but it does not matter. I keep my palm flattish and start walking down the street, enjoying the view of rooftops by my hips as I make way at a good pace. The crowd had made is as far as sixteen blocks in the time that I gave them. Five minutes later, I’m right behind them.

“PEEPS, THIS IS A MEDICAL EMERGENCY. MAKE WAY!”

They don’t, so soon my sole lands on the first group of stragglers. The spongy feeling under it as my foot digs the concrete brings back familiar memories. Three blocks later, it has already become part of the routine, as dozens of victims have become nothing more than gory stains at the bottom of my perfectly noticeable footprints.

I know that stepping on dozens to get one into hospital does not sound very logical, but that’s because you look at it from your point of view. To you, I guess, every life is important and equal to the next. To me, on the other hand, the only value I see in lives is its entertainment value, except when I fancy someone a bit more than the rest. I don’t know if it’s possible to understand that without standing taller than a high-rise, but it’s damn logical when you look at it my way. If I care about someone or something, it becomes important. If I don’t… well, chances are that someone or something will cease to exist sooner rather than later.

The body count is in the hundreds by the time I reach the hospital, which cannot even make it to my crotch. This forces me to sit on my haunches. There’s only one step missing, which is to deliver the patient. It’s harder than you may think.

I finally resort to the simple approach. Closing my free hand into a fist, I punch the building and rip a hole three-floors tall into its façade. I peek inside to see the chaos I just caused, but I simply ignore it and reached with my other palm, setting it with care in the center floor and tilting it to drop Vivian and the cute guy.

The doctors are in shock, but I cannot be bothered by their feelings. They have a job to do:

“TAKE CARE OF HIM. OTHERWISE, THIS HOSPITAL WILL NOT BE USEFUL TO ME ANYMORE, AND I TEND TO GET CARELESS WITH STUFF THAT IS NOT USEFUL, IF YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN”

I see a couple of doctors reaching for the cute guy, but some others are tending to some of the injuries my fist caused when it broke in. I narrow my eyes and reach out, sweeping the victims and the doctors that are with them out of the building and into the street, eight stories below.

“JUST MAKING SURE THAT YOU ARE NOT GETTING DISTRACTED WITH UNIMPORTANT PEOPLE” I say.

Then, without further word, I reach back into the hospital and pluck Vivian. She screams for a second, but then gets dizzy when I get back up.

“HE’LL BE ALRIGHT” I say as I sit her in my shoulder and offer her a strand of my silk brown hair so that she can take a hold and not fall.

“NOW, LET’S GO TAKE A WALK AND HAVE A GIRL CHAT, SHALL WE?” I say.