Sam is at his desk, going over all of Jane's finances, even though this is supposed to be his day off. He often comes to the warehouse on his days off just so he can help out Jane with any tasks that she is too large to handle herself. He can't help but feel responsible for what happened to her about a year ago. He was the one who had fired the size ray at her after all, which resulted in her being stuck at her current height of thirty-four feet.       Looking over the budget again, for the umpteenth time, he can see that it is still very tight due to all of Jane's expenses, despite how much money she makes daily. Her current financial situation isn't because she is spending her money recklessly, but it is actually because of how high her cost of living has become due to her size. He is going over every aspect of her income and spending, hoping to find some way to at least help her save some more money.      She does have some extra money, but that is being put back so she can get some more clothes and hopefully a pair of shoes as well. But that effort isn't going over too well, with money constantly being pulled out for last-minute meals. Not to mention that she only has so much money to put back every week after all her necessary expenses come out from her paychecks.      One of Jane's biggest expenses is food, which is because of how much she needs to eat. One would assume that with her being six times her original size, she only needs to eat six times the amount she used to need. Which, in turn, should mean that her meals would only be about six times as expensive. Unfortunately, this is not the case because of how cube law works. He doesn't fully understand the full concept behind it himself, but he does at least understand that Jane's body needs a lot more than just six times her old caloric intake just so she can remain healthy.      Sam is hoping that with the extra money Jane will be earning from this job opportunity today, that he can help her to splurge a little bit so that she will be able to get a couple of things that she has been really wanting for a long while. He highly doubts that she will have enough to have a pair of shoes cobbled, remembering the price that was quoted for such a large pair, but a new set of clothes would be possible. Even if clothes would use up too much of the extra money, he can still at least order a couple more meal options for the week for her. He is fully aware that she is getting tired of eating the same things again and again and again.       He does see the look on her face whenever she is eating the same food repeatedly, day after day. Not to mention that he does hear her complain and grumble about it quite often as well. He can only imagine just how tiring it can get eating the same thing again and again. He doesn't have too much more time to think about this with his attention being grabbed by the sound of the shutter door being lifted open.      He turns around at his desk to see Jane, who is ducking through the entrance since it is a bit too low for her despite its dimensions. As she closes the shutter behind her, he can't help but notice that she is carrying a large sign under her arm and that she is not looking too happy something. "How was the job, Miss Jane?" He already has a good idea of what her answer is going to be, making his question more rhetorical in nature.      "I don't want to talk about it," Jane simply says. She chucks the billboard that she is carrying, the ad hitting the wall before it lands flat on the floor right after the impact.       Now Sam knows better than to ask her about the details of her day when she is in a mood such as this. Whenever she is like this, she will most likely blow him off by saying, "I don't want to talk about it," which means just that. Him trying to get her to divulge any more information about it would only annoy her more than she already is at the moment. Which would cause her to send him off on some pointless errand that would take him at least an hour or two to complete.      He approaches the sign, getting a better look at it and now having a better understanding as to what has caused the giant woman's foul mood. Luckily for him, it did land face up so that he can see what it is advertising. He can see that it has a picture of her from about a year ago, the message implying that she would still be thin today if she was on some diet program. He now fully understands why she is in such a foul mood now.      "Not a single word about it!" Jane says as she plops down in her seat, "You hear me? Otherwise, I will dock your pay."      "Yes Ma'am," Sam answers, knowing full well that she will hold true to that promise.      Jane sighs, tired of how polite and formal Sam is being. Despite ber showing her displeasure in such mannerisms for the past year, Sam continues to do it. She knows that there isn't much she can do about it, short of threatening his life that is. But right now, that is the least of her worries. "Five hours of holding up that damned sign for people to see. Five hours of feeling both insulted and humiliated because of how they used me to advertise that product. Not to mention how people were comparing me to that picture."      "I can only imagine how bad it must have been for you. But at least the job is over now and you are getting paid for it Miss Jane," Sam says sounding empathetic towards her. "Though, I must say that you do look better now than you do in that picture."      "Yeah, right," Jane says as she looks back at her personal assistant. She knows that he is lying to help her feel better. Yet, she can't help but appreciate the gesture regardless. "Thanks for saying so anyway."       "So what do you plan on doing with this billboard? Do they want you to hold it up tomorrow as well?"      "Fuck no!" Jane answers, sounding very annoyed once again. "I'm going to destroy that damn thing so no one else can lay their eyes on it. Right now I just want to relax for a bit before I take it outside and tear it into small pieces."      Jane groans as she leans up, pulling her one leg in towards herself. "My feet are killing me," she says as she wraps her hands around her sore foot. With the combination of both walking and standing around, her feet do feel very sore, not to mention that she did so barefoot. "Five straight hours of standing around on my feet really takes its toll." She looks over at Sam, who is just standing there looking at her. "Why don't you make yourself useful," she says as she stretches her leg back out, "and give me a foot rub. You might as well earn your extra pay today."       "Of course Miss Jane," Sam responds, smiling at her. He knows better than to object to any of her requests, nor does he want to. He is responsible for her current size along with her current living situation, so he is willing to do anything that will make her life easier, or at least more bearable.      He approaches his employer's bare foot, the appendages before him being slightly bigger than he is. From all the walking and standing around that she has been doing today, he isn't surprised to see that her soles look slightly dirty, not to mention there is a bit of a natural smell to them as well. He doesn't mind the odor, he has become quite used to it over time, not to mention that the smell is surprisingly mild for a woman of her size. He reaches forward and starts to rub her sole, doing so like he would with someone's back. After multiple massages, he has found this to be the most effective way to give her the foot rubs that she requests.      Jane leans her head back, already starting to feel quite relaxed, the events from the day slowly melting away. "That feels so much better now," she comments. She doesn't know how Sam manages it, but the foot rubs he gives always helps her to relax so easily. The first time she had him perform this task, she was not expecting much from him. After all, her feet were big enough before she grew, so she can only imagine what was going through Sam's head the first he was asked to give her a foot rub.  Somehow, Sam always manages to rub her feet with a sense of dedication, doing his best to make sure that it is absolutely relaxing for her. He even puts forth the extra effort to rub her toes, which is always a nice little touch for her. With all of the little man's efforts, her one foot is starting to feel better, the aches and pains from her day slowly subsiding. "Okay, other foot now," she says while pointing her neglected foot towards him.      "I'm thinking that I might take a bit of a soak in the lake tonight," Jane says. Though she isn't talking to anyone in particular right now, she is mainly just thinking out loud. The water may be a bit cold, but to sit out in the water and look up at the sky will help her to relax and put this day behind her. Just as she starts to close her eyes, feeling very relaxed as she can feel Sam's hands wrapping around each of her toes now, the warehouse gets a little bit darker from a light bulb burning out. "Oh come on!" she shouts out of annoyance, sitting up. "Can't I just relax for five minutes without something going wrong?!"       Jane gets up, feeling very annoyed at the moment as she makes her way over to the fixture, staring at the bulb that is no longer lit. "Grab a light bulb," she instructs.      "Yes Miss Jane," Sam responds, immediately doing as he is instructed.      Jane sighs, feeling that she should be able to do this task herself. She is thirty-four feet tall and the light fixture is hanging right in front of her face for crying out loud. The one thing that does prevent her from changing out the bulb herself is the fact that her fingers are too big to be able to handle the bulbs safely.      "I got it, Ma'am." Jane turns around to see Sam standing behind her, with the replacement bulb in his hand. She crouches down, lowing her open palm to the floor so that Sam can step on to it. The moment he is standing on the flat of her hand, Jane lifts her hand along with her personal assistant. She does so quickly at first, causing her passenger to stumble a bit from the sudden motion.       Luckily Sam was able to regain his balance before he fell backward. "Careful Miss Jane," he suggests as he is being lifted high into the air until he is right at the light fixture.       "Whatever," Jane replies. She can't help but smile slightly at how Sam almost lost his balance, finding it to be funny. She did intentionally jerk her hand at first for that very reason. She watches as Sam starts to switch out the bulbs, rolling her eyes. "I should be able to do this myself."      "It is a bit ironic that you rely on me for this task," Sam responds. "You are certainly tall enough to do this yourself. Unfortunately, this is just too fragile for you to handle."      Jane remembers the first time she tried to replace a bulb on her own as a giantess, the glass shattered in her hand, even as she was trying to handle it carefully between her fingers. Some glass had cut her fingers a bit as a result. Luckily for her, the cuts weren't very deep, so all she had to do was wrap several of her old shirts, which did not grow with her, around her fingers like they were makeshift bandages to help stop the bleeding.      "And... Done," Sam says. The moment the new bulb is in, it comes on, blinding both him and Jane for a moment as their eyes adjust to the newly replaced light source.       Jane bends over, lowering her hand so that Sam can step off her palm and back onto the floor." Shall I continue with the foot rub that you requested, Miss Jane?"      "No, that's alright," she answers, "My feet feel a lot better now." She heads over to her pantry, opening it up as she takes a look at what she has left. She still has a decent amount of cornbread left, but that is not what she is looking for right now. She reaches towards the back and grabs a white plastic tube that is about the length of her entire hand. Ripping the top off with her teeth, she starts to slowly squeeze the chocolate contents into her mouth.       "Is that your last tube of chocolate pudding?" Sam asks.       "Unfortunately." She looks at the now half-empty tube in her hand, debating if she should save the rest of it for tomorrow or just finish it now. Ordering them is a bit on the pricey side for her budget, so she does try to ration them out so that they last her. With her decision made, she rolls up the top of the tube in order to seal it before she places the remaining contents back. "Do I have the money to order more?"      "With the extra money you made today, it is possible."      "Actually, I have been thinking about that as well. Is it possible to flavor the water?"       "What do you mean exactly?"       "You know, with instant tea or a fruit punch mix," Jane explains. "I'm just tired of only having plain water to drink."      "I can look into it for you if you wish. An expense like that shouldn't be too much, so you should have enough extra money left over for that."      "Good," Jane says, making her way over to the billboard that she had tossed.      Picking it up, she makes her way back outside, heading to the back of the warehouse so that she can get it taken care of without being bothered. She takes a good look at the billboard that is in her hands, just staring at the offending image. "I just can't believe that they would use me to advertise a product in such a way," she mutters to herself. She has both of her hands on the edges of the advertisement, holding it on opposite sides as she tries to pull them together as if she is trying to fold it in half. The center of the sign starts to crack until it easily breaks apart for the large woman, leaving her with a piece in each hand.      "That was satisfying." Jane smiles a bit, looking at what she has just done. She drops one half to the ground, getting ready to break the remaining half that she is still holding.      Sam is watching the giantess, having followed her outside, as she continues to break apart the billboard into smaller pieces. He can't help but watch her as she is breaking the advertisement into smaller and smaller pieces, both wondering and worrying about how easily she can break apart such a relatively large object with her bare hands. With how easily she is accomplishing her goal, he can't help but worry about what she could do to him should he ever piss her off enough. He highly doubts that she would ever go that far as to harm him, but his mind does realize that it is still a possibility.      "There, that takes care of that eyesore," Jane says as she drops the last piece she has in her hands. She is wiping her hands together, looking at the shredded remains of the insulting billboard. She feels pretty good about destroying it, but that is only because of how it did portray her.     "So I take it that this means that you won't be accepting any future job opportunities from Subtle Advertising?" Sam approaches Jane as he asks this, confident that she is no longer feeling quite as upset now.      "Fuck them," Jane answers. She is looking down at her personal assistant as if he had just asked her a stupid question. "After how they used me to promote a product like that, you think I'm going to be dumb enough to give them another opportunity to humiliate me with another advertisement?"      "That is a valid point, Ma'am."       Jane stares off into the distance, looking at a pond that is relatively close by, the same pond where she bathes at. "Once it starts to get dark, I'm going to go ahead and take a nice soak and relax," Jane says as she looks back at Sam. "It's my day off and I am going to make sure that I can enjoy the rest of it."      With that, Jane turns around, heading back inside. Sam makes sure that he is out of her way, not wanting to be kicked by her. He would like to follow her inside, but he figures that it would be best to wait. He knows that she is heading inside to change, something that she prefers absolute privacy when doing.      While he is waiting, Sam is sifting through the pile that was once the billboard. He isn't looking through it long, already hearing Jane's footsteps as she is making her way back around. He looks up to see that she is ready to take a soak in the lake.      Walking out, Jane is now wearing something completely different, looking like a bathing suit. Made from a nave blue material, the top resembles a tube top, providing her slightly more than enough coverage so that she is decent. The bottoms resemble a pair of bike shorts, just so she has enough coverage. She wanted her bathing suit to be designed like this, not wanting to feel exposed since she does have to bathe in public now.       The only other thing she has with her is a large piece of cloth over her shoulder that strongly resembles a towel. It isn't able to dry her efficiently as an actual towel can, but it does serve its purpose. Besides, it's not like she has too many other options available.      Sam can't help but look at her, or more specifically the curves she has acquired since she has put on some weight. He honestly wasn't lying when he told Jane that she looks better now than she did a year ago. In his opinion, a woman's figure does look a lot better when she does have some curves.      Jane just continues walking on, not even paying attention to how Sam is looking at her, nor even caring for that matter. She just heads off the property as she makes her way over to the lake, looking forward to a nice long soak.      The walk for her isn't too far for her with it only being several miles out. Once she arrives, she takes a quick look around at the surrounding area. The lake itself is pretty clean, the water being a clear blue to where one can just about to the bottom of it. Some trees are surrounding the area, helping to give one a sense of privacy. Though most of the trees just barely reach the giantess' waist, with some of the older ones being shoulder level with her. Even though she is looking around the area, she isn't taking in the view.      She is trying to make sure that no one is around. She may be on private property, but that hasn't stopped some people from trying to catch a glimpse of her. A lesson she learned the hard way when she was still bathing au natural. Once she is confident that she is alone, she drops her towel on the ground before she dips her toes into the water.      She shivers slightly, feeling how cold the water is, which isn't too surprising for her. It is still a bit early in the spring, so the temperature isn't high enough to warm the water up. Ignoring how cold it feels, she slowly starts to walk in, getting adjusted to how the water feels. As she is looking down, she can see the ripples that she is making as she is heading deeper. Well, they look like ripples to her when they are actually closer to small waves. Getting closer to the center of the lake, her body sinking as it is getting deeper, the water rising at the shore as she is getting further in. She only stops when she hits the worst part.      The bottoms of her swimsuit have just touched the water, absorbing the cold liquid and is now sticking to her skin. This is the worst part because she isn't quite ready for how cold it feels. Her only option now is to quickly get in the center and just get it over with. At the deepest, it is only about waist deep for her, which she is okay with since she isn't looking to swim. She slowly sits down, looking forward to the nice soak that she is about have. She then starts to lean back, her long hair floating in the water.      She has her head resting on the shore and her feet propped up on the opposite side, feeling more relaxed as she is now used to the water. She sighs contently while wiggling her long toes, feeling very relaxed.      Looking up at the sky, her mind starts to wander. She starts to think about how her life has been, how it has changed over the past year, her yearning for some semblance of normality. But she isn't normal, being the largest woman on Earth places her far from that category.       She looks back towards the warehouse, contemplating an idea, one that may not end so well. "I guess I'll have Sam send out a request on my dating profile. I think I do deserve to go out on a date." She leans her head back once again, deciding to just relax for a couple of hours and nothing else.