orangeorc: You sat nervously at home. Your girlfriend, Stacy, was nearly two hours late.She finally
orangeorc: You sat nervously at home. Your girlfriend, Stacy, was nearly two hours late.She finally came home, supplies slung over her shoulder in a duffel bag.“How are things outside?” you asked, relieved to see her.“Not good!” she said, dropping the supplies on the ground. “There’s two megas… 500-footers. easy, slugging it out downtown. I think one of them thinks the other smashed her boyfriend or something, and now she’s pissed.”“Youch,” you said. “And there’s a bunch of women… thirty to a hundred footers… ripping the roofs of houses on the east side… they heard a rumor some uninfected women were smuggling men over there.”“Crap… were they heading this way?”“No. And most of the amazons were busy with their giant lesbian orgy in the park. One woman did approach me, saying she needed help smuggling her boyfriend around… asking if I was part of the resistance… wanting to know if I had any men I was keeping secret…”“Was she… also uninfected?”“She was nearly seven feet tall,” said Stacy, flatly. “God, the virus… it makes the infected bigger, but they sure don’t get smarter.”“Be nice!” said Stacy, bringing you in for a hug. “It’s not their fault… the infection… the bigger they get, the hornier they get… it’s hard to think straight when you’re craving men all the time.”She kissed you, aggressively. She pressed against you hard, much harder than normal… She felt… she felt…Uh oh.“Uh, Stacy?” you said, timidly. Stacy didn’t want to stop. Instead, she was trying to undo your belt and yank your pants down. “Stacy… Stacy!” you said, pulling back.“What?” she whined, petulant the sex was being delayed. “Your shirt… just untucked itself.”“What? No it didn’t! I untucked it!” “So… tuck it back in. Just real quick. Then we’ll have sex, I swear,” you said.Stacy rolled her eyes, and tried to tuck her shirt in… but the tiny shirt wasn’t quite long enough. “It must have shrunk in the wash!” she said, struggling. As she struggled, her shirt tightened visibly.“Oh, no…” you said, backing away slowly. “Stacy… you’re infected…”“I’m not infected! They just… look bigger because I’m on my period!” she said. Her breasts bulged again. She rose up, an inch or two taller… seams ripped on her pants. “I’m gaining weight! Oh god, look at me! Turning into such a porker!” she said, advancing on you.“Stacy! Stop! Fight it!” you said, remembering the news footage of flattened beds, the bloody arms of crushed men sticking from the splinters…Stacy grew again, six feet tall now. Her shirt stretched tight… and her shoes exploded. “I’m just a late bloomer! All the women in my family hit their spurt late! Honest!” she said, physically chasing you now. “Stacy! Think about what you’re doing!” you screamed. “I am thinking! See here’s the- ugh!” she said, stopping and lurching in pain. Sympathy overtook fear for a second, and you turned around to see what was wrong. Stacy doubled over in pain… then straightened up… and up… and up…You watched as your smirking girlfriend burst out of her pants… rose to eight feet tall… and burst all the buttons on her top, one after the other. Her breasts bulged free and kept swelling and swelling…“Oh shit,” you said. “Okay, I’m infected. Guilty!” she said, cornering you. “But… see… it’s actually a good thing! Because… all these giant-ass women running around… I can’t protect you from them! They’re giant!”She rose to ten feet tall, and konked the ceiling. It left a dent, and looked like it hurt… but she bent down on one knee and kept talking like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.“When I was puny- I mean, uninfected- I couldn’t protect you from them! They would just sit on me… or tit-crush me.. or whatever, and take you off to fuck you to death and make themselves even bigger!”She had to be twenty feet tall. Even crouching, she was running out of head space. “But… now that I’m infected, I can grow bigger too! And I can use you to make myself even bigger!”She was squirming awkwardly, trying to lay down inside as her body expanded in all directions. Her ass was pressed against the far wall, and her back was starting to push up against the ceiling. “Like… just seeing you, thinking about how hard I’m going to fuck you… it’s making me huge, see? Once I actually fuck you… if I can fuck you super hard, several times in a row, without crushing you… I might be the biggest woman around! I might get bigger than those arrogant, 500-foot bitches down town!”The house was cracking around her. She managed to grab you with one giant hand. “Stay! Let go of me! This isn’t you!” you screamed. “And once I’m bigger than them… I can take any men they’re hiding… and then use those to make myself bigger still… oh sweetie, I might become the biggest giantess of all! Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”“Put me down!” you shouted.The house exploded and Stacy, 60 feet tall and rising, straightened up. From all around the city, uninfected and giantesses alike all looked as a new woman grew, quickly approaching the 100 foot mark. “No more time to talk!” said Stacy, setting you on your back on top of a neighbor’s slanted roof. She hastily tugged off your pants with two fingers. “These bitches see I have a man and if I don’t grow quickly, they’ll be on top of us before I can outgrow them! Sorry babe, no time to be gentle!”She positioned herself over you, and came down before you could say another word of protest… -- source link