Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Lola heads in to San Francisco and Jennifer races to catch up. Meanwhile, the military gets involved.
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"She's coming!"
"C'mon, lets get to the roof!"
"You heard about the bridge, right? What if she does that here?"
"You worry too much, come on."
The party of young men ascended the stairwell of the downtown San Francisco apartment building as they headed for the roof. By now, the news of the almost 1000ft woman making landfall had completely taken over the airwaves and television news channels, and the rumblings began circulating the Internet. Such that when Derek heard the giant babe was heading Into downtown, near where he lived, he and his bros just had to sneak a peek. Derek pushed the heavy metal door open, leaving the dark and musty stairwell behind as he and his friends stepped into the chaos of the night. Cool air danced in the breeze carrying the distant sound of sirens as various police and news aircraft swirled above, spotlights drawn on the colossal woman as she sauntered through town with no inclinations of stopping, her thunderous footfalls rattling the city with every step. Rushing to the edge of the rooftop, many storeys above the city streets, Derek waited in anticipation, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bodaciousness and beauty of the busty behemoth in person.
"Bro, I don't think this is a good idea." Farouk said nervously.
"Seriously, we should go." James added fearfully. Derek said nothing, leaning on the barrier of the rooftop as he watched the direction the helicopters were headed. Slowly, the rumbling of her footsteps grew closer and closer, shaking the entirety of the building the three young men stood upon.
"I'm getting the FUCK out of here!" Farouk shouted, sprinting back to the stairwell when another intense footfall jostled the high rise, causing the fleeing man to trip on the unsure footing. Sitting up, Farouk squeezed his scraped palm, silently cursing to himself when he looked back to see his friends, frozen with shock.
"Holy fucking hell." James said, wide eyed.
Out of the night, the giantess crept into view, passing a skyscraper into the street. The churning sound of aircraft abuzz above poured in from every direction as the wail of the sirens below reached a fever pitch. An cacophony of noise drowned by the immensity of the giant girl's explosive footsteps that obliterated the streets below. She lazily sauntered down the block, taking her time to see the sights of the world from her impossible vantage point. Though the high rise the boys were on was perched in the middle of the block, the fiery-haired goddess's long, powerful legs carried her quickly along the cramped corridors of the metropolis, and with one or two steps, the boys found the beautiful behemoth directly in front of them. James and Farouk stood frozen in some combination of fear and awe, but Derek saw a once in a lifetime opportunity passing by. Quickly the young man retrieved his phone and centred it upon the mysterious, almost ethereal giantess, hoping to livestream the incredible encounter.
"Yoooo, check this out!" He exclaimed, swinging the camera around to capture his friend's shocked faces. Farouk, seeing the flash of the camera, snapped out of his trance and tried to duck out of view.
"Bro!" He exclaimed angrily. "Delete that right now before my girlfriend sees me here... with her!"
"Can't dude, we're live. I'm sure Trisha will understand." Derek chuckled, happily capturing the striking beauty of the curvaceous colossus as she strode by.
"Fuck, her tits are bigger than my apartment." James said, unable to look away.
"They're bigger than my dad's summer home." Derek added.
While the party of peeping toms on the rooftop continued to observe, Lola had been entirely ignorant to their presence. For the most part, the enormous girl had been happily ignoring the people and police of the city, enjoying her stroll as though she were alone. The constant crushing of the cluttering cars and crowds and hovering of the harrying helicopters had been distracting to a point, but so far no extreme acts of retaliation had been taken against her so she decided not to interact with the tiny world for now. But, as she made her way down the street, something in her periphery caught her attention. A light, bright but not intense, coming off of a nearby rooftop. Like the helicopter spotlights, it seemed to move and follow her as she passed and in the evening twilight, Lola had trouble discerning what it's source was.
"Bro, she's turning this way. Why's she turning?" James asked nervously. Sure enough, the busty behemoth had begun to turn, her gaze now fixed upon to rooftop.
She had time for curiosity, she had all the time in the world. With a quick shuffling of feet, she turned to the rooftop, gazing down to inspect the source of the strange light.
It was like an alien encounter, as if the mothership had descended, now hovering above the group waiting with ominous silence. The normally windy elevation now eerily tame save for the gently breeze of the her hot breath washing over the building. She absolutely dwarfed the high rise apartment, the rooftop scraping up just below where her nipples rested as her tremendous breasts hung off her chest proudly, either one of them capable of smothering the entire roof. She peered down past her impressive bust as she saw the tiny shapes of men looking back. Three of them, college-aged by the look of them. Squinting closely, she saw the source of light as what it was, a phone, a camera, watching her. She grinned a catlike grin, as though she had just cornered a mouse.
"Well well, look at the little peepshow." Lola announced in a performative, sultry tone. Her voice was much more powerful than she anticipated, rattling the windows of the buildings on the block. The young men atop the roof shuddered. Farouk cupped his hands over his ears in hopes to protect his precious eardrums from the sonic onslaught, falling to his knees from the sheer volume.
"Oops. My bad." Lola giggled softly, adjusting her volume to a low whisper.
"The last bunch I spoke to weren't as close as you guys."
As the trio recovered from the blast of sound, Lola turned her sole attention to the light, the young man with the camera, still keeping a steady hand with a bold, almost defiant look on his face. She smiled.
"So... where's this video going to end up? Facebook, Twitter, YouTube... Pornhub?" She asked, seductively running a tattooed hand along a heavy breast. The trio merely continued to stare in frightened reverence while Derek kept the phone trained on the giant subject that seemed unaware that she was currently being broadcast to social media live.
"Wherever it ends up, just don't forget to tag me. Lola Blaze, @WyldFyreXXX on Twitter!" She announced, giving a playful wink to the boys as she flashed a quick vogue, framing her face with her hands as she giggled to herself. Having made her announcement, Lola felt ready to move on, but something about this trio drew her in. For the first time since she grew, she had a real, decently up-close look at the now relatively miniature populace. They were kind of cute! Lola had always held a fondness for the college-type, most of the ones that came to the clubs she worked tipped generously and were far more polite respectful of her boundaries than some of the older patrons she'd met in her career. Perhaps it was the age-range they shared, as Lola looked over the young men, she estimated they were probably no more than three years younger than her. She was transfixed by them, almost as much as they were by her. She leaned in closer, desperate to inspect their every detail from their beet-red faces to the folds in the crotches of their pants, curious to see if she had gotten any of them hard yet.
"So. You boys like what you see?" Lola asked with her breathy, whispered tone. As she spoke, she leaned forward pressing her arms together as she rested her hands in-between her shapely legs, pushing her enormous boobs upward, creating a chasm of cleavage. Her face loomed large above the trio as she leaned in closer, Farouk craned his neck to look up while James and Derek stayed glued to the mountains of monstrous boobage in front of them.
"I don't normally give up the goods for free, but I don't think they make g-strings big enough for a girl like me to stuff singles into." Lola joked, doing a quick turn to emphasize her gloriously curvaceous waist and ass, slightly grazing the high rise with her broad hips as she moved. The building wobbled slightly, shaking the trio to the ground though the encounter went unnoticed by the titaness as she spun to give the boys a peek at her incredible behind.
"Holy shit, my ass is so fucking fat." Lola excitedly whispered to herself, seemingly mesmerized by her own, newly-grown booty. She gave herself a quick jiggle and a spank which let off a thunderous crack that echoed down the street as her hefty bottom rippled freely. Though she had always been a curvy girl, Lola didn't seem to pay her newly-supplemented curves much mind until now. She had filmed a few expansion-themed custom clips in her time, it was easy enough to hide her already large breasts in an oversized shirt and pretend they were swelling outward. Lola never gave the fetish much regard but now, seeing the very real effects of her growth manifested like this, every curve on her body being filled and expanded to such a large degree, something about it lit a fire deep within the giantess. Tearing her attention away from own body, Lola looked back at the rooftop trio to see each of the college boys climbing to their feet. The three were communicating, that much she could discern, but she was unsure of what exactly was being discussed. Lola could tell one of them was panicking, wildly throwing his arms back towards the doorway inside probably trying to convince his buddies to run. Derek scrambled to keep his camera locked on the flirtatious giantess even when knocked to the ground, James merely watched the hypnotic goddess move, and sure enough, Farouk, seeing the bevy of news and police helicopters now swarming the skies above, pleaded with the group to flee. Sensing the urgency in the young man's body language, Lola quickly thought of a way to keep her audience captivated. What started as a playful diversion had become a genuinely fun and entertaining. Like with her display at the Golden Gate Bridge, Lola became incredibly excited at the thought of all the ways she could play with these boys, all the ways she could play with anybody. She enjoyed holding this power and reverence over her tiny rooftop assembly, but also found it fun to flirt with and tease them.
"You boys can't go." She cooed, doing her best to keep her voice at a safe volume.
"You wouldn't want to leave lil' ol' me by my lonesome, would you?"
Lola pouted, pressing her tremendous tits together as she approached the roof of the high rise. Farouk, desperate as he was to leave, found himself unable to resist the show on display and fell silent. Lola smirked, pleased that her plan was working.
"Tell you boys the truth, you're all pretty handsome. I've been getting kinda hot and bothered, I've been so horny all night. How about you three?" Lola asked, licking her lips as she caressed her inner thighs. The trio merely stared, helplessly spellbound by the 930ft bombshell in front of them, the camera still streaming. The tattooed titaness chuckled, amused by their stunned inaction.
"No? Just me, huh?" Lola asked, raking a finger as long as a city bus along her wet labia, hoping to capture as much glorious wetness upon her digit as possible. Lifting her hand to her face, Lola grinned, proudly displaying just how horny she was to the trio before licking her juices clean from her finger.
"Mmm" she moaned, softly.
"I'm wet enough to fill a fucking swimming pool and you're telling me I don't turn you on? I don't make your tiny dicks hard?"
By now, Lola could see a slight shift in behaviour. The trio's awed trepidation being supplanted by a small amount of fear. Rightly so, she thought. Still, they seemed to awkwardly shuffle about on the rooftop, the one closest to the door even trying to sneakily adjust his pants, as if she wouldn't notice! She grinned her devious grin, knowing she had them hook, line and sinker. They were hers, but first, Lola wanted to play more. She stepped in close and leaned over the building, her gigantic tits hovering above the trio, her nipples larger than all three of the young men combined.
"Do you like my titties?" Lola asked innocently.
"I bet they're bigger than your girlfriend's, huh?"
The fiery-haired goddess crouched slightly, gently maneuvering herself to perch an enormous breast on the corner of the rooftop. The high rise groaned in duress as countless tons of boob came to rest on the corner of the roof, spilling outward as the voluminous tit began to dominate two thirds of the space.
"Whaddya think?" Lola asked proudly.
"Wanna cop a feel?"
The trio nervously looked at each other. Derek, camera in hand took a few steps towards to oppressive mound of flesh in front of him, an erect nipple three times his size pointing towards him almost accusatory.
"Fuck it, I don't care if Trisha sees this." Farouk said, running towards the expanse of boobage. Lola giggled, seeing the young man once desperate to flee give in to her, submit to her, unable to resist the literal mountain of carnal pleasure before him. He eagerly approached, brushing past Derek as he jumped into the wall of breast like a crash mat, tumbling down onto her erect nipple. Lola shuddered at the touch, amazed at how such a tiny person could give her such a strong sensation. She left a soft moan out into the evening air.
"Look at us, bro!" Derek exclaimed loudly for the stream.
"Biggest titties on the fuckin' planet! James, come on!"
"No! No fucking way. I'm not going anywhere near there, this is sketchy as hell." James said, backing away from the giantess's offer. Lola laughed, almost out of sheer surprise that someone would refuse her advances, if not out of lust then out of fear.
"Tsk, tsk. I'm sorry your friend's a little prude. More titty for you two." She cooed, shifting more of her breast onto the straining rooftop.
"I'm not a prude, lady! I like dick!" James shouted, futilely. Lola was far too large to hear what the tiny man was saying, let alone care. She had been ignoring the warnings of the police all night as though they were flies buzzing about their insignificance. She wanted these boys to play, who cared what they wanted? For a moment, Lola considered scooping the dissenting one up in her hand, but thought against it. Trying to directly interact with these incredibly tiny people at her size would spell certain doom for them. She was disappointed, but two out of three wasn't bad. And with the saturation of news helicopters reaching a fever pitch, Lola began to consider how many people were watching. Everyone on the street no doubt had their eyes glued to the giant girl with the residents of the surrounding buildings in prime position to get an eyeful of the show. With the encircling local news choppers, the number of eyes upon her was exponentially expanded. Certainly, every tv in the city was tuned in to watch what the mysterious giantess might do next with hundreds of thousands more watching across the country, maybe even the globe! Even Derek's measly broadcast found its way to hundreds of screens across the area. Lola Blaze was, for the time being, the most infamous person in the world.
The thought of how many people were watching her in that moment drove Lola wild.
Her knees wobbled slightly as she almost came from the sheer thought of how completely she was dominating global airtime. She wondered about how many people were watching, shamelessly horny at the sight of her impossibly irresistible form, their newest obsession.
Their new queen.
Lola's enormous, tattooed hand made its way between her legs, carefully massaging her clit as she pressed more of her weight atop the high rise's roof, lost in her own fantasies of power and conquest. The structure of the building began to shift, tilting towards the giant girl as she began to feverishly masturbate. As the landscape began to shift, Farouk's instinct to flee returned to him as he and James ran back to the entrance of the rooftop before the footing became even worse. Derek, however, couldn't turn away. While the goddess before him continued her shameless display of impassioned exhibitionism, Derek found himself magnetized to her performance, knowing he was in danger but unable to leave. As the building began to rock, he carefully made his way to the precipice of the rooftop, peering down towards the streets below to capture a glimpse at Lola's gigantic pussy as she massaged in plain view of the floors beneath them.
"Bro, what the fuck?!" James shouted.
"Let's get the hell out of here!"
Derek heard the concerned shouting of his friend but ignored their plea, focused solely on capturing the picturesque majesty of the titaness that stood before him. Lola, abandoning all pretences of volume control, moaned louder and louder with each passing second. Like carnal roars to the people of the world below, her voice echoed down the narrow streets of San Francisco, reverberating into the hills for miles as she continued to rub her swollen clitoris. As she continued to pleasure herself, Lola pictured the crowds, massive gatherings of hundreds of thousands, people lining up to cheer her name and worship her. Parades would be held in her honour, monuments would be made to immortalize her beauty, the people of this planet would never forget her. Her legs became weaker with each stroke as Lola drifted deeper and deeper into her fantasy, seemingly uncaring to how close she was to the high-rise and how much weight she was leveraging onto it. The roof began to crack as the structure of the building warped to an even greater degree, causing the intrepid videographer recording Lola's sinful scene to stumble. As he fell to his hands and knees, narrowly saving himself from a free fall over the side of the high rise, Derek's phone slipped from his hand and tumbled aimlessly towards the earth hundreds of feet below. He blinked, as though he had woken up after a bad dream, delirious and frightened when he heard a voice call out to him.
"Bro, come on!" James and Farouk screamed in unison. This time, Derek heard the worried cries of his friend and looked back to seem them beckoning him from the stairwell back inside. The ground beneath him shifted as a deep crack began to spread across the corner of the roof as Lola's house-sized breast began to crush the top of the building. The young man snapped to his feet, sprinting towards safety as the smashed portion of the rooftop began to move, ready to fall away at any moment. Lola continued to pleasure herself, blissfully unaware of the dangerous situation she had placed the trio in, though, if pressed, Lola probably wouldn't admit to care much either way. She had her fun with the boys but the scope of the fantasy, the high she was chasing, was so real and attainable that the three college-aged guys she enjoyed playing with mere moments ago may as well have been a dream unto itself. She felt the heat within her build with each stroke of her clit, enlisting her free hand to finger her pussy as she trembled with every pump. The crumbling portion of the rooftop finally broke free, pulled towards the street under the weight of Lola's gigantic boob, taking a solid chunk of the lower levels with it. A crack in front of the stairwell formed into a deep crevice of twisted foundation and masonry that held the bullied building together. With no time to stop, Derek closed his eyes and leapt as the roof fell away. After a few terrifying seconds, he felt solid ground beneath him. He opened his eyes to see his friend's faces, having been pulled to safety as the damaged roof collapsed into the street. Meanwhile, Lola continued to masturbate, panting heavily as she prepared for the powerful climax she felt fast approaching. She began to tense up, ready to cum when she was interrupted by the cascade of concrete and metal that fell onto her tattooed foot. The entirety of the ruined roof crashed into her big toe with a thunderous crash.
"FUCKING CHRIST!" Lola cursed loudly, rattling windows down the street to a near breaking point. She stumbled backwards as though she had just stubbed her toe on a doorstop, clumsily trampling the street with a pained gait. While the tonnes upon tonnes of structure colliding with her at terminal velocity did hurt, Lola was more frustrated than injured. The orgasm she had felt coming on had faded as all the sparks of pleasure drained from her body, leaving the fiery-haired giantess with nothing more than a stinging toe and a mildly cramped hand coated in her own pussy juice. Feeling deflated, Lola thought to try again but knew she couldn't build up to such a strong orgasm if she forced it. She wanted desperately to cum but she wanted it to be spectacular. The stage had to be set, the moment had to come to her.
Looking around, Lola noticed that the police helicopters seemed to have vanished while the news choppers buzzed around in swarms. At least she still had an audience, but the giantess thought it odd that the police would leave her be. Still, she decided not to dwell on it, sauntering off deeper into the city. There was fun to be had yet, and Lola was determined to find it.
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As the helicopter touched down on the Tarmac at Pillar Point, a decorated officer approached the landing zone, holding his hat to his head as the rotors of the helicopter slowed to a halt. The side door slid open and Agent Theresa Nguyen hopped out with Doctor Beverly Perkins and José Alvarez in tow. The officer gave a minute nod to the agent before addressing the scientist.
"Dr. Perkins, I'm Colonel Hutchinson. Happy to have you here to determine a solution to the current crisis." He said sternly as he reached out a hand, expecting her to shake. The scientist merely met his eye with her own.
"Where can I set up?" Perkins asked, impatiently. Never one for military decorum, Beverly saw past the authority of the man standing before her as she looked around expectantly. The raven-haired scientist was eager to resolve the problem at hand as quickly as possible. After today, the chances the government would willingly allow her to continue her research was slight, Beverly knew she needed to comply in order to get back into their good graces if she had any hope of seeing her life's work realized. For the most part, the colonel didn't seem too offended by Beverly's dismissal, perhaps chalking it up to civilian ignorance.
"Right this way." The colonel said.
"The sick bay should have everything you need to continue working."
With that, a jeep pulled up as its crew began offloading the helicopter's cargo. Beverly, José, agent Nguyen and the colonel all entered the vehicle as the last of the lab equipment was loaded and sped off towards the base. Though the ride was brief, the group passed several hangars full with jets and planes being serviced and refuelled by buzzing crews. There was commotion in every direction as the Air Force prepared their grim and measured response. As they approached their destination, the colonel turned in his seat towards Beverly to continue their conversation.
"I'll be honest, Dr. Perkins, when I first heard about the... scope of the situation, well, I was skeptical. In all my years of service, we've never encountered a threat like this and the ones that seem mundane in comparison always called for the more "traditional" solutions." He explained, gesturing towards the scores of jets at the ready.
"The priority one target has moved into San Francisco and the whole base is on station but we cannot send these jets in to engage in a highly populated civilian area unless there is no other option. I'm putting a lot of faith in you that you'll get it done." He said solemnly.
"Science got us into this mess, science will get us out. Right, Bev?" José interjected. Everyone in the jeep silently stared at the chemical engineer for what seemed like an eternity. José uncomfortably tugged at his collar as the colonel spoke again.
"How long until you're ready?" He asked firmly.
"I did most of the hard work back at my lab. It's now a matter of finding the most effective method of deployment." Beverly responded. The colonel nodded his head. This was certainly better news than he was expecting, but dire circumstances rarely came and went without complication.
"Is there something wrong, colonel?" Agent Nguyen asked, snapping the man back to the present conversation. He removed his hat and ran an old hand through his hair, taking a long and tired breath.
"Every second wasted is another life on the line, people. I'm certain we can all agree on that." He said seriously.
"I want this solution of yours on its way in one hour, can you do that?"
"It's not impossible." Perkins replied.
"You're not giving me much runway, if you'll pardon the entendre, but I'll get it done."
"That's what I like to hear." The colonel said, half flashing a grizzled smile.
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Jennifer Harper walked with purpose, her long, powerful legs covering four hundred and thirty feet with each tremendous stride. Her heavy footfalls impacting deeply into the soft earth of the Californian countryside, leaving huge footprints sixty feet deep by one hundred and twelve feet long. The squashing sensation of the earth being displaced beneath her unnerved Jennifer to a degree, feeling as though she was power-walking across a beach, nearly toppling over as she struggled to maintain her balance atop the unsure terrain. In time, she developed a rhythm, navigating the soft, sinking land with a modicum of grace and speed. Though she walked quickly, Jennifer was still careful, every so often peeking down at the trail of carnage she followed to search for survivors left in her rival's wake. She found none amongst the crushed cars and craters of Lola's path, but every road Jennifer crossed was backed up with traffic in every direction, halted by whatever damage had been done with prior to her arrival.
As she stepped over each river of automobile headlights, Jennifer pondered what was going trough the minds of the tiny motorists below as a titanic, naked woman stomped out of the fast-fading daylight, moving on just as quickly as she came. The blonde haired giantess wondered if anybody was unlucky enough to see both her and Lola pass by and what the knowledge that two monstrously huge women were on the loose might do to a person's psyche. As she considered the psychological ramifications, images of Hope Springs flashed in her mind. Quiet neighbourhoods disrupted by two towering titans of destructive feminine power smashing and fighting through the burrows of the once sleepy town.
Nearing Richmond, Jennifer stopped by a particularly congested stretch of road. Fists clenched in anger, The blonde goddess stood like a statue as the guilt flooded into her, tearing at her soul. By now, the motorists, aware of the aspiring wrestler's presence, began to panic and attempt to flee the gridlock, further clogging the highway. Jennifer paid them no mind, lost in the negative emotions that gripped her conscience. As the feelings of guilt over her failure to stop Lola and her disgust and hatred of what she had become swirled within her mind, mixing into one awful, vile feeling, her body began to tremble with rage and frustration. Jennifer felt pathetic, helpless, weak. A feeling that further upset her as she reasoned that, with her disciplined training and newfound size and strength, she could easily be the most powerful human being in existence. Her fury reaching a boiling point and her only target still miles away, Jennifer stamped her foot into the soft earth with all her force and let an anguished cry loose towards the heavens. The power of her voice carried the shout for miles off, disturbing car alarms all around the county as her stomp registered on seismographs around the east coast.
Feeling some small catharsis, Jennifer looked down at the road below and saw chaos. In the scramble to flee, cars were now occupying ever inch of drivable space the road afforded as drivers desperately attempted to turn around or bypass the wall of unmoving traffic. As a result, an endless drone of honking, the roar of engines, and the scraping of metal on metal filled the expanse of land as far as Jennifer could see. Her aggravated stomp sent a rippling wave of force through the ground surrounding the stretch of road, splintering the pavement and kicking up buried boulders and debris into the lanes of traffic, furthering the confusion and panic. Jennifer sighed, kneeling towards the tangled mess of motorists to get a closer look at the scurry network of cars as though they were ants around an anthill. She reached towards the most damaged section of the road with the intent to clear the debris away, but as her hand loomed over the chaotic entanglement of cars and damaged highway, Jennifer feared she may be too large to help without causing more damage in the process.
"Is this what the rest of my life is gonna be?" She asked aloud, her dejected tone filled with more annoyance than grief.
"Little idiots shitting their pants at the sight of me while I fuck everything up?"
For a moment, Jennifer sincerely hoped the the scores of frenzied people below would halt their chaos and attempt to signal some compassion and solidarity towards the giantess as she, somewhat snarkily, bared her soul to them. Unfortunately, as outlandish as the sight of a giant woman waxing poetic to a highway full of scared people was, this was still the real world and the throngs of drivers scrambled to escape with fear in their hearts, crashing and colliding with each other in a desperate bid to escape. Though she could not feel it, Jennifer noticed some cars careening into her massive feet as well, only to be summarily stopped as though they had driven into a brick wall.
"Alright! Fuck it, I'm leaving!" Jennifer announced with an exasperated sigh.
"I hope your insurance fucks you all!"
With that, the blonde giantess stepped clear of the road, spitting defiantly back towards the road instinctively as though she was walking away from a lecherous man on the street. The gob of spit, comprised of several hundred pounds of saliva, collided with a particularly unlucky van, cratering the roof much to the dismay of the occupant. Seeing the van crumple from the slightest bodily discharge surprised Jennifer but didn't shock or scare her as it would have prior. She knew she was dangerous, but part of her felt no sympathy for the unfortunate people trapped on the road. It was their fault that they were in the trouble, not hers.
As she stomped through the hills after Lola's trail of mayhem, Jennifer realized she was coming up on a place she was familiar with. As the shores of the San Francisco Bay dawned on the horizon, Jennifer saw the the route she took every time she came into the city. What was once part of her monthly routine was now a minuscule stretch of road that curved along the winding stretch of shore. From her lofty vantage point, the giantess scanned the bay, seeing familiar sights from a new, surreal point of view. Jennifer's head swirled as dizziness began to cloud her vision, as though she was experiencing her change in height for the very first time. Her world spinning, the blonde goddess stumbled forward, clumsily stepping onto a narrow strip of beach on the bay's edge. Not expecting the sudden change of terrain, Jennifer slipped on the loose sand and began to fall forward, unable to regain her balance as the 950ft athlete crashed into the San Francisco Bay.
The cold water washing over her naked skin shocked her nerves, worsening Jennifer's dazed condition. Thrust into the dark and claustrophobic coffin of icy water, the giantess felt almost concussed as she helplessly thrashed, clawing futilely to pull herself out from the depths. As she panicked, her heart quickened, and as her heart quickened, Jennifer became desperate for air. Letting out a silent scream beneath the bay's surface, Jennifer took enough water into her lungs to nearly fill an Olympic swimming pool, and the blonde giantess began to choke and sputter. Helplessly, the aspiring wrestler felt her vision become cloudy as her consciousness began to fade. The blackness of the seemingly endless depths began to constrict tighter and tighter when, strangely, Jennifer felt something grip her arm and begin to pull. Moments later, the confused giantess found herself pulled to the safety of the surface, met with the warm glint of the noonday sun hanging high above.
"Did you forget how to swim all of a sudden?" A gentle voice asked, more amused than concerned as Jennifer felt the soft, sandy shallows once again beneath her feet. Unsure of what was happening, The blonde giantess crawled onto the safety of the dry beach to collapse in exhaustion, only to find a large floral beach towel draped along the ground in front of her.
"All those laps at the Y and you sink like a rock the second a wave hits ya?" The voice teased, approaching as soft footsteps kicked the sand along where Jennifer had collapsed. She recognized this voice, it was the voice of someone close to her, the voice of a friend. Looking back, Jennifer saw not just one person, but a whole beach full of easygoing people enjoying some fun in the sun and standing before her was her best friend. Clad in a black one-piece swimsuit with long brown hair and large round sunglasses stood Lauren, Jennifer's oldest friend. Stupefied, the confused, nearly-drowned girl stared wide eyed at the figure before her, unsure what to believe.
"Jen? You're scaring me, Hun. You didn't get some water in your brain, did you?" Lauren asked, her concern rising slightly.
"Is this real?" Jennifer asked timidly, looking around in disbelief, as though she had been woken up from a dream that felt more real than reality. Lauren glowered a bit and knelt beside her friend.
"Bitch, I did not fly out here to watch you get brain damage." Lauren said as she snapped her fingers next to Jennifer's face, testing her reflexes.
"Hey, you hear me? You good? You're good."
Jennifer was shaken. Moments ago she was so certain that her world had ended, her life transformed by some freak accident. As she sat on the warm sunny beach with her best friend now sitting next to her, she didn't know what to believe. Lauren reached into a purse next to the beach towel and retrieved a water bottle and took a sip before beginning to speak again.
"My comment about the Y was a joke by the way. You look really good, Jen. I know you really want this and I'm glad you have the passion to pursue it but moving all the way out here? To California?"
As Lauren trailed off, she offered the water to Jennifer and the two sat in silence for a moment as the ambience of the beach hung in the air around them. Jennifer didn't know what she believed was real, but she remembered the pain of feeling like her dream was out of reach, as if something had happened to her to somehow upset her life but the blonde woman could not remember what that detail was. But she remembered how she got here, leaving her home on the west coast, beginning to train, dedicating her life to becoming a professional wrestler, even working at The Jewel. The flood of memories rushed Jennifer's mind with a startling force and she found herself getting a bit emotional, stifling a sniffle, a single tear welled in her eye as Lauren looked over to see her distraught face.
"Hey! It's ok! It's ok, Jen!" Lauren laughed, leaning over to give her friend a rough and playful hug.
"I've missed you so much." Jennifer said in a quiet sob. The two friends hugged for a tender moment as though they were the only two on the beach. Wiping the tear from her eye, Jennifer leaned back, appreciating the cute polka dotted two-piece bikini she was wearing and how it accentuated her toned, athletic body. The sun shined over the lively bay and Jennifer felt relaxed, comfortable in a way she had not known for a very long time. As the two friends enjoyed each other's company, Jennifer felt at peace, excited to live the life that she had. The two laughed over an old memory when Lauren looked out into the distance of the bay and spoke.
"Y'know, it is really pretty out here." She said.
"Yea." Jennifer affirmed, saying all that needed to be said. Lauren smiled, turning to her friend.
"We miss you, everybody back home missed you." She confessed.
"But, we know this is your dream. We believe in you. You're gonna be huge, Hun, I can just feel it."
Though heartwarming at first, something Lauren said stuck out to Jennifer like a bent nail. Without warning, the aspiring athlete found a feeling of anxiety ball up in her throat, punctuated by the cold touch of the tide on her feet as it rolled in.
"What, what do you mean by that?" Jennifer asked, nervously.
"What?" Lauren responded, confused by the sudden shift in her friend's presence.
"Why did you say what you said like that?" Jennifer asked frantically, the icy grip of the water rolling over her foot.
"What's your problem, Jen? I just said I think you're gonna big."
As the encroaching water crept further up her leg, Jennifer stood up in a panic. Lauren rose as she did, however when the two were standing side by side, Lauren barely reached Jennifer's navel.
"No." Jennifer whimpered weakly.
"What the fuck is your deal!? You've been acting like a freak since I got off the plane." Lauren accused, dwindling in height by the second. Jennifer collapsed backwards onto the beach, feeling a strange, squishy sensation as her bottom hit the sand. Looking back in horror, Jennifer saw the mangled remains of a beachgoer crumpled under her now swelling ass as her body began to fill out again, thickening at an alarming rate.
"NO! NO, NO, NO!" Jennifer shrieked as her pleasant dream turned to nightmarish reality.
"Way to go, you big clumsy freak!" Lauren called up to her growing friend.
"Maybe if you weren't such a clutz, you wouldn't have killed so many people!"
"NO! SHUT UP!" Jennifer wailed, reflexively kicking towards her now antagonistic friend. Her growing foot connected with the earth beneath Lauren's feet, sending the minuscule bully hurtling out towards the deep bay waters with a fan of sand that glistened in the afternoon sun. Seeing what she had done, Jennifer sprang to her feet and ran after her best friend, crashing into the cold water as she mindlessly babbles in denial only her predicament. Lauren floundered out in the deep waters, screaming for help as Jennifer neared when waves, taller than she was began to batter the small, quiet shore, pushing Jennifer back onto the drowned beach. With only enough time to look out into the water, Jennifer saw the source of the waves lumbering towards her, staring in shock as she was once again confronted with the twisted image of herself, nearly 1000ft tall and clad in gold regalia. The larger Jennifer stomped with merciless imprecision, bringing a tremendous foot down in the water that Lauren was barely staying afloat. In an instant, her best friend was gone, trampled by the hellish harpy that she feared she would become. The doppelgänger continued her approach, seemingly unaware of what was happening underfoot. With a few short steps, she had closed the distance between her and Jennifer and with a single, tremendously large foot, crushed the entire beach in one step.
When Jennifer awoke on the lone stretch of sand, waterlogged and delirious, the perimeter had been locked down by some deployment of armed forces. As the blonde goddess stirred, the soldiers desperately fought to keep her contained, firing their weapons from every side. Jennifer didn't seem to notice the attempts to restrain her until she had fully stood up and a helicopter flew too close to her long, beautiful hair, becoming tangled in the locks.
"Mother fucking fuck!" The giantess shouted, feeling the quick snap of pain as the chopper pulled at her hair. Grabbing delicately at the wrecked vessel, Jennifer tried to pull the hull free from her tangled mane, finding it thoroughly stuck. Sighing deeply with frustration, Jennifer turned to the forces on the beach, glaring with deadly contempt.
"I'm trying to help!" She shouted angrily.
"Why don't you fuckers leave me ALONE!"
Making her declaration clear, Jennifer reached into the bay, scooping as much water as she could before hurling it back towards the soldiers stationed around the beach. As though a tsunami had hit, the wave of water crashed into the shore, toppling everything and everyone that wasn't bolted to the ground. With an aggravated huff, Jennifer turned once more towards the city of San Francisco, still attempting to untangle the helicopter and it's still living crew from her hair. She had no idea how much time had passed or if Lola was even still in the city. Some small part of her wished that the two of them would never cross paths again. Still, Jennifer continued, wading into the icy waters of the bay to confront her date with destiny.