With Jenny on board, you start making plans to create your very own giantess. She's up for pretty much anything you propose, so you suggest an intricate plan. Her apartment is on the eighth floor of a building beside a city park, so you figure the best plan is for you to enlarge her to 100 feet tall, but from a distance, while she's in the park and you're in her apartment balcony. There's no reason you can't do it this way, and it'll give you a nice view while she creates pandemonium for a while. Then, you agree, she'll pluck you up from the balcony, putting you on her shoulder or in her ear as she continues to treat the city like she owns it. You'll get to see everything from her perspective. Needless to say, you're really excited.
The two of you share a night of passionate sex before her transition from woman into goddess. The next day, around noon, she leaves the apartment as planned and crosses the street into the park. Since the area is filling up with office folks on their lunch breaks, she finds a relatively isolated area and turns back to look at you with a smile. From the balcony, you look down to pull out the gun. With a bit of nervousness, you change the setting to "Grow." You're really going to do this.
When you turn back to Jenny, you're pleasantly surprised to see that she's stripped down to a black bra and panties. At first you can't believe her audacity, and then you remember that in mere seconds she's going to be able to do anything she wants. And with that thought, you point the gun at Jenny. You want to move quickly, as people are starting to stare, but you have to make sure you shoot right too. No sense creating a giant earthworm or a titanic dandelion. You aim at Jenny and pull the trigger.
It's a direct hit. Almost immediately Jenny is taking up more and more of your field of vision. She's a little stunned, with her arms reflexively covering her face. But she's getting bigger and bigger. For some reason you had expected the growth process to be slow and deliberate, but now she's bigger, much bigger than you expected. By the time you finally let go of the trigger, she's towering above you. You're sure this is above the 100 feet you agreed on, but you have no idea how tall she is now. 200 feet? 500? How would you even know? You're a little lower than her knee right now, and you're on a eighth-floor balcony. As you try to make sense of all this, you look up, and the first thing you see is Jenny's gigantic panty-covered crotch. You were inside her just last night, and now you could fit inside her easily, and she might not even notice. You blanch with shock, and you drop the gun off the ledge.
Oh, shit.
Panicked, you look down at the ground. You think you can see the gun between a couple of trash cans near the building entrance, and you realize you have one factor working in your favor: no one is paying attention to anything going on down on the ground. You look back up at Jenny, and if she's looking for you yet, she's sure not showing it. Her initial shock has clearly turned to euphoria, as she's walking up and down the street, feeling the tops of buildings and staring down at the people on the street. When she turns towards you, you can occasionally glimpse her face past her enormous breasts, and her grin is as wide as you've ever seen it. She's stepping all over things: she's already crushed at least a few cars, and you can see a fire hydrant has been knocked clean off and is shooting water everywhere. You don't think she's stepped on any people yet, but does she even care if she does?
You wish you could stay up on the balcony and wait for the titanic Jenny to pick you up, but you really have to get the gun. You need to be able to shrink her back down, and with all the panic already starting, you have no idea when you'll be able to get the gun again. With regret and some nervousness, you run all eight floors down the stairwell, desperately hoping to get the gun before anything goes wrong.
You reach the door to the apartment building and your worst fears are realized. Like a Japanese monster movie, crowds of people are desperately running past you trying to escape Jenny. You can't see what she's doing, but they're all looking back in terror behind them as they flee. All of a sudden you hear a low crash from what sounds like a block away, and everyone starts running even faster. Christ, you really wonder what Jenny's doing. For now, though, you have to get the gun, much as you have no interest in getting anywhere near this crowd. You steel yourself and push out the door. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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