HOME GROWN GIANTESS
by Chelgi 


Louise was seated at the kitchen table crying as she read the 
grocery store tabloid. Her right eye was swollen nearly shut, 
and tears blurred the other eye. She dropped her head to the 
table her body wracked and shivering with crying.  She was 
berating herself for marrying the same type son of a bitch 
again.  Harry had beaten her again last night.  He had turned 
out to be the same as all the others, why in hell did she 
always have to go right back to the same type man. Two 
husbands and six boyfriends all beating her nearly to death 
before she left them.  You'd think she'd learn better by now, 
but she always ended up with a wife beater.
Maybe if she wasn't so damn small, she'd find another kind of 
man, one that wouldn't beat her all the time.  She raised her 
head and slowly turned the pages in the tabloid barely able to 
the stories.  Then a small ad near the back jumped out at her.

                                           TOO SMALL?
Want to be taller, 
                                         bigger, stronger?
                                         Call Granny at
                                         (209) 555-6837.

An odd ad. no big claims, or product name, just the call 
granny line, and it wasn't even a toll number. What the hell 
what can I loose by calling?  Maybe she can help me fight 
back; but I don't think I'll be growing any, not at 24 years 
old.  Louise picked up the phone and dialed the number.
An old ladies voice answered almost immediately, "Hello honey, 
what's the problem?"
Louise poured out her soul in a teary tirade against wife 
beaters in general, and Harry in particular.  There were only 
grunts and encouraging affirmatives until she finally wound 
down and paused. Then Granny said,, "Honey,, I think I've got 
just the thing you want, you can take this and grow as big as 
you want, and give that rotten S.O.B. a taste of his own 
medicine. It'll cost you fifty dollars, but I think you'll 
find it well worth the price."
"Fifty dollars?"
"Oh, yes .... I can't advertise for free. I make my living by 
selling these potions.  I guarantee it'll make you grow.
"Well .... Ok! I guess so. I wouldn't do it but I've just got 
to change my life, and stop getting beaten before one of these 
bastards kills me."
"That's the spirit, Honey get them before they can get you.  
Now just a couple of questions. How much do you want to grow, 
how tall do you want to be?"
"I think six feet would be wonderful."
"Six feet?  That's kind of big for a girl don't you think?"
"I don't want to ever get beaten by a man again, make that six 
three."
"You want to be six feet three inches tall?"
"Yeah, maybe six four would be even better."
"OK, it's your choice.  How big are you now?"
Louise hesitated, she didn't want to let this unseen voice 
know how small she really was, four feet ten, and seventy five 
pounds seemed so tiny when she was asking to be six feet 
three. "I'm five six, and a hundred thirty five pounds."
"OK honey, I know how much you want this, so give me your name 
and address.  I'll even trust you to send me the money, so 
I'll send the potion to you As soon as I can get it mixed."
Louise gave Granny the information she wanted and slowly hung 
up the phone.  "Oh.. God..... what have I done?  If Harry 
finds out I sent off for something like this he'll kill me."
She sent the check to Granny, and fell back into her regular 
routine.  Two days later she had the worst weekend ever. Harry 
had a lot of problems at the office, and he took it all out on 
her.  He got stinking drunk, slapped and beat her around 
almost all weekend, roughly raping her twice, When she tried 
to resist he slapped her until she lay nearly unconscious as 
he fucked her again and again.
She cried all night Sunday night, and by the time she got up 
Monday morning both her eyes were swollen nearly shut, the 
side of her face swollen and bruised where he had slapped and 
hit her.  She didn't dare let anyone see her battered and 
bruised little body, so when she heard the postman she waited 
until she was sure he was gone before she oppened the door.
Among the bills and ads she found a small package addressed to 
her with no return address. Head hurting and barely able to 
see she tossed it all on the table, and picking up the package 
ripped it open.  She tilted it up and a small bottle of dark 
fluid with a label proclaiming Granny's Home Grow fell into 
her hand.  With her eyes swollen nearly shut, and blurred by 
tears she slowly read the admonition "Use only as directed." 
And the large red letters on the back of the bottle "CAUTION!  
If these directions are not followed exactly, the results may 
be catastrophic!" In smaller print near the bottom was another 
caution.. "Under no circumstances take more than one teaspoon 
a day."
Her head hurt, her face hurt, her ribs hurt, and she was sore 
and raw where Harry had raped her so violently.  She was just 
too damn small, maybe this would work.
Louise was still looking at the bottle and reading the 
directions when Harry walked in.
"Hi, Hon.  What ya' got?"
"Oh, nothing, some kind of an ad."
"Let's see it."
	"Oh, it's nothing." And she tossed the bottle into the 
trash.
	"Hey, I said let me see it!  I like to see what they're 
putting out samples of.  Damn it!  When I say I want to see 
something, let me see it, don't throw it in the trash, so I 
can't see it."
He slapped her as he passed her chair, and reached into the 
trash for the bottle.
"Grannies Home Grow?  What does it grow?" He reached into the 
trash and pulled out the box she had thrown away.
Reading the label he turned it about and glared at her. "I 
thought you said it was some kind of an ad. This is something 
you sent off for; isn't it?  This ain't for growing plants; 
this is some kind of a nutty thing you sent off for to make 
you bigger!" Suddenly he was yelling.  "Damn it!  If I had 
wanted a bigger woman I'd have married a bigger woman!  I want 
you just like you are; I don't want you any bigger!" He saw 
the bill for $50.00 and screamed.
"Fifty Dollars..... ! Fifty fuckin' dollars..... You stupid 
little bitch!  You paid fifty dollars for some snake oil to 
make you bigger?" He was livid, screaming and waving the 
bottle in her face.
Louise knew that he was about to start hitting her again, and 
cowed back trying to slide away from him without being obvious 
about it.  Since trying to get away from his wrath would set 
him off even more, and she'd get an even worse beating.
Suddenly he held the bottle out toward her, "Here if you think 
this'll make you bigger, have a drink. In fact you can just 
drink the whole damn thing." He was trying to get the top off, 
and wave it at her at the same time.
"Harry, no.... You're not supposed to drink the whole thing at 
one time, just a little bit every day."
"You stupid, little bitch!  That's just so when you complain 
that it didn't work, they can just say that you didn't take it 
correctly. Here, drink it!" He had the top off and was poking 
it at her.
"No, Harry.... please don't!"
"Why the hell not?  You paid fifty bucks of my hard earned 
money for this damn snake oil. Now you can fuckin' well drink 
it!" and he shoved the open bottle at her.
"Please Harry... don't." she begged him.
He reached out and cuffed her on the side of the head. "God 
damn it woman, I said drink it!  Now drink it!"
She turned her head away, and he grabbed her by the hair, "God 
damn it woman,, are you gonna' drink it or do I have to pour 
it down your fuckin' throat!  You bought it; now you're gonna' 
drink it!"
Afraid of what he'd do, she slowly reached up and took the 
bottle from his hand.
"Damn right!  Now drink it ... ! Drink the whole fuckin' 
bottle!"
Louise tipped the bottle, and took a tiny sip.  The dark fluid 
had only a slight salty taste as she let it slip over her 
tongue.
"The whole damn bottle.. bitch!"
"No Harry, that's not what you're supposed to do."
	"God damn it, did you buy the whole bottle or not! 
You're gonna drink the whole fuckin' bottle then!"
"Please Harry...."
"Drink it, you stupid little bitch!"  .......and he grabbed 
her hand with the bottle in it and forced it toward her mouth.
"Harry, please... don't!  I'll drink it."
"Damn right you will. or I'll slap the shit out of you!  What 
a stupid little bitch.  Spending fifty of my hard earned 
dollars on a stupid bottle of snake oil that's going to make 
you grow. DRINK IT... !"
Louise reluctantly tipped the bottle up and took another sip. 
She held it to her lips and wondered how she could get away 
without drinking the whole thing.  She looked at him for a 
moment, and realized that he was watching too carefully.  
There was no way she was going to get away, maybe if she did 
as he said he wouldn't hurt her too much.  So she started 
drinking it. Within a minute she drained the entire bottle, 
thinking Harry was probably right. It probably wouldn't hurt 
to drink the whole thing at once.... But if he wasn't, what 
was going to happen?
	"That's right, you bought it, you drink it!  God, I've 
never seen such a stupid little bitch, buying a potion to make 
you grow.  Don't you know that if someone had something like 
that, people would pay millions for it.  It'd be world wide 
news."
As Harry ranted on about how stupid she was. Louise suddenly 
felt a warm glow spreading through her. She felt a warmth 
coursing through her body.  First her stomach, then it flowed 
over her, slipping down her arms and legs, even her face felt 
suddenly hot and flushed.  It felt really wierd.  She had once 
felt something like this when they were giving her some kind 
of test in the hospital.  That same warm rush spreading over 
her whole body.
Maybe it was some kind of pain killer, or narcotic, because 
within a minute or so she felt much better all over.  The pain 
from her bruises subsided, and left her feeling better than 
she had felt all day. God, if it didn't do any more than take 
away the pain from his abuse, she'd by it by the gallon.
Within a minute or two she began to feel really good.  She 
felt as she had when she was in school, and had just finished 
doing a heavy workout in gymnastics class, only she didn't 
seem to have the heavy tired feeling that usually went with 
it, just felt really good. She had that good feeling that she 
could whip the world, it was like power was surging through 
her muscles. 
	Then she noticed it was hard to breathe, her chest felt 
like it was being squeezed. Then her feet felt pinched, like 
her shoes were too tight. Something was happening to her. She 
slipped her shoes off with immediate relief from the tight 
feeling. Suddenly she realized that it was her bra that was 
squeezing her chest.  She looked down and was surprised to see 
her breasts swelling slowly out, pushing her blouse out.  She 
felt her entire body moving she seemed to be sliding on the 
chair, and it seemed like the table was sinking. As she 
reached behind her back to release her bra, a thought flashed 
through her mind.  She was growing!  The potion really was 
working!  She was growing!  Her shoes, her bra.... She didn't 
believe it.  The damn stuff was really working, she was 
getting bigger.  She stared down in awe watching her tits 
swell up like someone was inflating balloons inside her 
blouse.
Harry was still raving and carrying on about how stupid she 
was, but she had been ignoring him for several minutes, now 
she looked at him. He was raving about how he was going to 
take this to the postal authorities, and sue the crooks that 
pulled such stunts on stupid little women that didn't know any 
better.  He was waving his fist and pointing his finger at her 
as he yelled.  She suddenly realized that she didn't want him 
to know it was working.  If it only worked a bit, he'd beat 
her half to death to show that,, "he was still the boss in 
this family."
She shrank down in her chair to keep him from noticing what 
was happening.  Not that he seemed to notice anything about 
her anyway.  She had dyed her hair from its natural red, to a 
light almost blond, and he never noticed. She had let it go 
back to its normal dark red with no comment from Harry. She 
didn't know how he could miss seeing her growing though.
She slid down in her chair, and Harry noticed the movement. 
With a yell he slammed his fist down on the table screaming, 
"You haven't been listening to a word I've said!  You've just 
tuned me out again!  Well God Damn it!  Let me tune you in, 
and adjust your hearing!" and he swung his open hand at the 
side of her face.
Even though Louise was small she had been a gymnast with 
excelent reflexes, and strength beyond her size. She threw up 
her arm in automatic reflex to ward off the blow.  Her arm 
flew up causing his arm glance off hers and miss her.
"God damn bitch. what are you trying to do? Defy me!" He was 
really mad now, and he swung his fist to hit her on the side 
of the head.
It was almost as if he was swinging in slow motion, her hand 
went up in reflex, and she grabbed his wrist in her hand.  
Harry's arm stopped like it had hit a cement wall.  He let out 
a scream that was as much pain as rage.  Trying to use his arm 
to pull herself up and get away from his screaming rage she 
pulled.  She felt something give in his arm and heard a 
distinct pop, as Harry lurched forward and fell across the 
table, screaming.
Letting go of his arm she stared in astonishment as Harry 
grabbed his arm screaming in pain. Scrambling to her feet. 
Louise didn't know if she was more astonished to see him 
standing there holding his arm, or at the fact that she was 
looking straight across the table at him.  She realized that 
the blouse was she was wearing was tight as a wet Tee shirt 
with her tits standing out like huge ripe mellons and the 
sides of the blouse starting to rip.
Her bra was crushing her chest, and she could hardly breathe 
as it seemed to be getting tighter and tighter around her 
chest. Her blouse seemed to be getting tighter too.  Suddenly 
she knew Harry had to be seeing what was happening. She felt 
the heavy bra strap ripping.  She was sure everyone in the 
neighborhood could have heard the loud snap as the strap 
broke.  Then everything seemed to happen at once, the heavy 
strap snapped, her tits, released from the crushing pressure, 
flew out violently causing the front of her blouse to almost 
explode as her tits burst forth ripping her blouse open from 
neck to waist with those mammoth tits sticking out like huge 
fleshy basketballs.
Harry was screaming with pain and rage, his tiny little wife 
had broken his arm with an easy twist of her hand.  Not only 
that, but she wasn't little anymore...! She was as tall, or 
taller than he was!
His mouth fall open, and he gasp in awe, as he watched his 
wife's tits suddenly exploded from her blouse. Her blouse just 
simply ripped open from top to bottom, and great mounds of 
naked flesh appeared, bouncing and jiggling like an over 
endowed stripper shaking her bosom at him.  Her bra seemed 
tiny as it lay atop the huge fleshy shelf of titty-meat.
Even though Louise's blouse had flown open from top to bottom 
it was still too tight.  Her arms were being squeezed by the 
too tight sleeves, and her shoulders were pinched across the 
back. She looked at her arms and realized with a start that 
they were growing too, her biceps were swelling and getting 
more muscular by the second.
He screamed, "You stupid bitch,, you broke my fucking arm!"
When he said, 'you broke my fucking arm,' power seemed to 
surge through Louise's body.  With a loud slashing rip, the 
blouse split out across her swelling shoulders, and the 
sleeves popped open freeing her tremendous swelling biceps.
Louise was growing so fast that in moments her clothes were 
hanging from her rapidly expanding body in dangling strips of 
rags.  She could feel herself  growing as she stood there. She 
inhaled, and watched as her tits, which had always been big 
for her size, swell out enormously.  She could feel her skirt 
getting tighter around her legs, and the chair she had her 
hand on seemed to be sinking slowly into the floor. Looking 
down at her biceps, she realized that they were swelling up 
getting bigger and bigger even as she watched.  It seemed as 
if someone was inflating balloons inside all of her muscles.  
They were becoming more and more defined as she grew, she was 
begining to look like a body builder. And she also realized 
that she was now several inches taller than Harry.
	She stood there looking at Harry, and knew that with her 
new size and all the new muscles, she would have little or no 
trouble beating him to a pulp.  She bent her knees and 
slouched so that he wouldn't notice her growth until it was 
too late... If ... it wasn't already too late for him. She had 
been too small to fight him, but she had kept herself in 
excellent condition, while Harry had gotten sloppy sitting in 
front of the TV drinking beer.
She smiled mockingly at him, "Yeah... I guess I did, and 
you're lucky I didn't break your fucking neck! ... Want to try 
again, little man!"
	Harry screamed, but had enough sense not to move toward 
her, and didn't call her a stupid bitch again either.  Just 
stood there staring as he screamed.
"Little man.... ! Little man...!" She taunted.
She laughed derisively at him, "Yeah.. little man!  You've 
always been a little man, regardless of your size.  When you 
have to pick on a four foot ten inch woman, beat her, and push 
her around to feel big.  That's a little man no matter how big 
you are."
She felt the sides of her skirt split and realized that even 
though he was standing on the other side of the table from 
her, she had grown so much that she could merely reach out and 
grab him.
She knew that in a few minutes at the most, Harry was going to 
realize how much she was growing. Bending her knees could only 
hide her increasing height for a little bit, and besides if he 
was even a little bit observant he'd notice she was getting 
bigger all over.
"Yeah, little man!  You're a little man, and let me show you 
why I think so."
Grinning at him she, straightened her legs, and rose to her 
full towering height, flaunting her massive size.  In complete 
shock, Harry simply stared at her, slowly looking from her 
face down across her colossal body to the floor and back up to 
stare at her in complete shock.
He mumbled almost incoherently, "It works!  The damn shit 
really works!"
Before Harry could get over his shock enough to move, her hand 
flashed out, and she hit the side of his face with her open 
palm. The slap sounded like a gunshot, lifted him off the 
ground, and slammed him into the wall so hard two pictures 
crashed to the floor at the same time Harry did.
"A little present for you, you little son of a bitch!"
"You stupid little bitch.... !"
	"Harry, you're repeating yourself, in fact you call me 
that so often you don't even know what it means anymore."
Her skirt had split up the sides, and the hem was barely 
covering her broad hips now. Louise grabbed the torn skirt in 
one huge hand, and ripped the ragged remains from her body.  
With quick angry motions she ripped her tightly stretched 
panties and torn bra off.
Naked, she towered over him, glaring down on him as he lay in 
a crumpled heap against the wall, staring up at her gargantuan 
naked body.
"LOOK at me ... !" she ordered fiercly, "Look at me, Harry. 
Can you really see me?  Do I still look little to you?  And if 
you say stupid little bitch, one more time; I WILL break your 
fucking neck!  And that's just for starters.  What do you 
think of that .... Stupid little bastard!"
Staring up in awe, Harry realized what a mistake he had made.  
That damn shit he'd made her drink had worked. It had turned 
his tiny little wife into a monster.... a giantess .... a very 
angry, ten foot tall, giantess ...
	"Why'd you hit me?  I didn't do anything." he whined.
	She reached down with her left hand, and closed her hand 
on the front of his shirt.  With an ease that astounded her, 
she snatched him into the air, and yanked him up before her 
face with one hand.
	She grinned maliciously at him and said, "You mean you 
don't remember all the times you've hit me for nothing?  Well 
now I'm going to hit you for nothing... Nothing but all the 
fucking beatings you've given me, you slimy little bastard!" 
and she slapped him again. Hard! Unbelievably hard! 
This time there was no where for him to go, she was holding 
him in a grip of iron, his feet dangling several feet off the 
floor. He squirmed about trying to get loose from her massive 
hand, and again the side of his face exploded as she delivered 
another bone jarring slap. He was dizzy, his ears were 
ringing, and the entire side of his face was on fire, he knew 
if she hit him any harder she'd kill him.
	"Honey, please please don't...."
	"Don't what?" she was yelling angrily and shaking him 
like a rag doll in her huge powerful hand.
	"Please Honey please, I'm sorry I'll never hit you again 
please." The side of his head exploded in pain, and everything 
went dark for him. 
	Shaking his limp body, she screamed at him, "That's the 
fucking understatement of the year!  Even YOU aren't that 
fucking stupid, you little son of a bitch!  If you even had 
the guts to try, I'd smash you so quick you'd never know what 
hit you."
He dangled helplessly from her hand, as she held him 
effortlessly with one huge hand.  Carrying him into the 
bedroom like a big worn out rag doll, she whirled and threw 
him violently against the bedroom wall.
Harry was lucky, the house was new construction with flimsy 
aluminum studs and wallboard. His limp body slammed into the 
wall with a tremendous crash, going completely through the 
wall.
Reaching into the hole where Harry had gone through the wall, 
she grabbed him by the belt with one tremendous hand, and 
yanked him back through the wall, carelessly scattering 
plasterboard all over,  holding him up with one hand, and 
laughing at his limp body.
"Shit, the little bastard's out like a light.  Ha ... Can't 
take much of me now; can you?  You little shit head!  I ought 
to just go ahead and beat you senseless, but it looks like you 
already are, and it wouldn't be much fun if you couldn't feel 
me beating the shit out of you; would it?"
She shook his limp body, and threw him angrily on the bed.
	"Ass hole....! I'm not through with you yet!  That's 
just the first of many I've got to make up for.  I'll be back 
for you after I eat dinner, and you damn well better be ready 
for me, you little prick."
Lying in a dazed stupor on the bed where she had thrown him, 
he had enough presence of mind not to move as the sharp angry 
words rolled over him. He heard the massive thudding steps of 
her huge bare feet as she left, and then passed out.
	Lou looked down at her chest. Her tits were monsterously 
huge!  Realizing that her head was brushing the ceiling, she 
looked around the room and realized that she was nearly eight 
feet tall.  No wonder Harry had been so easy to toss around. 
She thrilled with the feeling of power it gave her to be so 
huge.
It was some time later when Harry awoke, hearing the 
monstrously gigantic Louise moving around in the darkness of 
the bedroom, he could almost feel her overpowering presence. 
She was moving quietly, and didn't seem as angry as she had 
been earlier.  He decided to take a chance that she was in a 
better mood.
"Lou, is that you?" he questioned.
Her voice was deep and slow as she answered quietly, "Yes 
honey, but don't turn the lights on. I've got a surprise for 
you." It was all she could do to keep from laughing.  Granny's 
mixture was still working, and she had grown even larger in 
the past few hours. If he could have seen her, he'd have 
fainted in fear. She towered more than fifteen feet tall, and 
couldn't even stand up in the house anymore.
Relief flooded over him, she seemed in a good mood.
Harry felt the bed sag under the pressure of her massive 
weight, and her hand caressed his shoulder. The enormous hand 
didn't feel right, but in spite of her gigantic size, and even 
in the dark, he knew it was Lou.  Her huge hand pulled at his 
shoulder rolling him to his back.  The first indication he had 
that something was wrong, was when he felt an enormous pair of 
legs straddle his chest.
"Harry, you remember how many times I wanted you to eat my 
pussy, and you always said how much you hated even the thought 
of licking a woman's pussy?"
"Honey, what are you doing?" He reached up and grasp her 
thighs.  They were too big, his hands were gripping huge 
muscular thighs, not Louise's trim little legs. The lights 
came on blindingly bright.  He was looking up from between 
great muscular thighs, a pair of monstrously huge thighs as 
big as tree trunks, at a towering giant of a woman. It looked 
like Louise, but an over-grown version of her, Louise if she 
was a fifteen foot giantess.  He tried to push the gargantuan 
woman off of him, and she started laughing.  She pulled both 
his hands together, and clamped his wrists in the fingers of 
one hand with a grip of iron.
"Louise? You're not Louise, you sound like her and look like 
her but you're not Louise!  Who are you?"
"Poor little Harry.  Guess what!  You shouldn't have made me 
drink that entire bottle of Grannie's formula at one time, I'm 
Louise all right, you want me to tell you what you did to me 
last Saturday night?  I'll give you a little demonstration." 
and she slapped the side of his face.... Her hand was so 
enormous it was like he had been hit by a car.
"And you kept on slapping me until I was almost unconscious, 
and couldn't resist, and then you fucked me without any 
tenderness or love.  Now you're going to find out about having 
someone bigger and stronger than you maul you around, and beat 
on you.
I'm not going to give you the pleasure of fucking me, but I'm 
sure going to make you suck my pussy till you can't stand." 
and she rammed her big hairy pussy down into his face.
He tried to turn away from the thick rough mat of hair 
scrubing his face, but elephantine thighs clamped his head in 
an irresistible vice.  He was crushed under tons of soft woman 
flesh unable to move. He could hear her laughing as he 
struggled beneath her massive body.
"Go ahead little man, fight it, squirm around like the worm 
you are!  I've got all the time in the world.  You're going to 
eat my pussy, and eat it good. Before I'm through with you 
you'll be begging to stick your face in my pussy and suck it.  
You'll drink my cum, and beg for the soft comforting warmth of 
my big hairy cunt." and her massive body shook with laughter 
as she rammed the enormous masses of hot wet flesh against his 
face again and again.
Harry fought and squirmed trying to get his face out of the 
enormous masses of hot wet flesh.  As she humped against his 
trapped head the great hairy lips of her cunt spread engulfing 
his face. She wriggled her hips and the hot syrupy moisture of 
her huge pussy coated his face and ran into his mouth.  Buried 
beneath the enormous bulk of her ponderous body, unable to 
breathe, and trying helplessly to free himself from her 
terrible grip, he was choking on her hot thick cum as he 
gasped for breath, and encountered only velvety soft masses of 
hot wet flesh.  Smothering in the monsterous cunt of this 
gargantuan woman, he realized his struggles were usless as 
sparkling points of light danced before his eyes.
Louise felt his body go limp beneath her and raised her 
massive hips off him.  She looked down at his body lying 
helpless between her gigantic thighs, and felt sorry for him.  
She didn't want to kill him, just show him how it felt to be 
beaten and abused so he wouldn't hurt her again.  He was still 
breathing, though gasping for air at times.  She knew that 
he'd never beat her again; no one would!  She was a fifteen 
foot tall superwoman now.  Who in their right mind would ever 
even say no to her again.
Harry couldn't believe his eyes, his tiny little wife was now 
a titanic giantess, her legs were curled under her and she was 
holding him like he was no bigger than a little doll.  Her 
knees were pressing against the walls and he watched in fright 
as the walls slowly bowed, and began cracking.  She was still 
growing!  Her head was against the ceiling and was bent 
forward, hovering over him like an enormous billboard ad, Her 
gigantic tongue flicked out and she licked her huge lips. 
Harry shuddered in fear, her monstrous mouth was now big 
enough to swallow him whole.  He heard a crunching, crackling 
sound and stared as she moved her leg and her knee smashed 
through the wall like it was paper.  He realized that she was 
no longer holding him in both hands, but was holding him 
easily with the fingers of one giant hand wrapped completely 
around his hips and chest.
"Harry, I'm too big, I've got to straighten up."
The ceiling bowed up, and crashed down around them.  Louise 
shrugged it off like it was nothing and started to stand.  
Without thinking she put one giant hand on a table, and it 
crumbled under the massive weight of her huge hand.  She 
brushed it aside and moved again, a big recliner chair became 
a mass of splintered wood and cloth.
"Fuck it .... !" and Louise clambered to her feet crushing 
everything she touched.
She pushed up and the roof lifted and crashed into the yard in 
splinters.  The floor crumbled beneath her enormous feet as 
she stood and rose to her full height.
Harry was screaming as she waved him about like a toy in her 
giant hand, totally ignored by the titanic giantess rising 
from the rapidly collapsing house. By the time she had risen 
to her feet Harry was in shock as he stared at his rapidly 
growing wife, she was nearly eighty feet tall and he was no 
bigger than a toy soldier in her giant hand.
She looked down at the house. It looked like a tornado had hit 
it.  The roof was lying in pieces in the yard, several 
internal walls had been crushed, all the furniture in the 
bedroom had been crushed into piles of squashed trash.  Louise 
was somewhere between laughing and crying as she looked down 
on her destroyed house.
"Harry, you fucking little bastard!  Look what you've done!" 
and she waved him about over the remains of the house. "Still 
think it doesn't work?  You stupid little son of a bitch!  Why 
did you make me drink the whole fucking bottle when I kept 
telling you no?  Damn you, look at my house!"
Suddenly she lifted one colossal foot and kicked.  Her 
gargantuan foot slammed into the side wall of the house and 
debris flew like an explosion. The rest of the house collapsed 
like a bomb had hit it.  Louise was still growing as she began 
angrily stomping the crumbled remains of the house.  In 
moments her foot was big enough to cover half the house.  
Harry was a screaming little bug in her hand forgotten in her 
anger.
Twisting about in her hand he looked up and saw her grinning 
down at something on the ground.  Writhing about he saw the 
object she was grinning at. It was his expensive red sports 
car.
"NO.... ! Please .... no, not the Porche.... Please, please 
.... please, No .... ! Please.... !"
Screaming and pleading he watched in complete helplessness as 
her colossal foot rose and hovered above his tiny seeming car. 
In ponderous slow-motion her giant foot stepped down.  Harry 
heard a booming metalic crunch as his car dissappeared beneath 
her titanic foot. He saw the driveway radiate cracks and turn 
into broken slabs of cement around the sides of her foot.
She was laughing, "So much for your precious little sports 
car, Harry.... Want to see what it looks like now?  It feels 
kinda' flat..."
Harry watched stunned, unbelieving at what she had done, as 
her giant foot rose into the air again.  There where her foot 
had been was a huge footprint smashed into the concrete more 
than two feet deep. And there in the middle of her gargantuan 
footprint was a shiny red blob of metal crushed completely 
flat.  A coke can run over by a truck; his car, his beautiful 
red Porche crushed flat by his angry wife.  By this time she 
was more that two hundred feet tall and still growing.
Her voice was booming thunder as she spoke, "Harry, I think I 
know what the phrase on the label meant when it said the 
results may be catastrophic." and she began laughing, a loud 
roaring laugh that could be heard for miles.  A roar like 
thunder, sending shivers of fear through Harry and all the 
neighbors that were staring up at the titanic giantess.
"Harry, you fucked up!  I'm not your little toy anymore, now 
you're mine." and she opened her hand with Harry sitting in 
her palm like he was in the middle of a tennis court.
	She heard tiny little screams all around her, like 
little mice squeaking, and one woman was squeaking, "She's 
naked! she doesn't have any clothes on..."
	She looked down, and with a rumbling laugh, grinned, 
"That's right, Shelly, I seem to have outgrown my clothes.  
Harry fucked up!  Now I'm a giant, and can do as I like. If I 
want to walk around naked, there ain't anything you can do 
about it is there?  What's the matter, jealous?  Don't want 
your husband looking at my beautiful body?  I've always known 
you didn't like me, because he liked to stare at me whenever 
he could.  But you know something; I didn't like it either.  I 
still don't... ! And you know something else?  I can do 
something about it now."
Louise looked down and saw the neighbor in question staring up 
at her enormous naked body.
"Hi, Mike, seen enough of me yet?" And she turned a slow 
circle so that he could see her entire nude body.  "Enough for 
you,, Mike?" she laughed an evil laugh. "I know a part you 
haven't seen yet." She lifted one colossal foot and swung it 
out toward him. "The bottom of my foot.  You haven't seen the 
bottom of my bare foot yet."
He screamed a long drawn out scream and started to run.  He 
never had a chance.  Her hundred foot long leg swung out 
ponderously, easily outdistancing his panicked running in a 
desceptively fast arc until her giant foot was directly over 
him.
.. Hey, Mike!" Her voice was roaring thunder, "How about a 
nice close up view!" and she brought her giant foot down with 
stunning speed.  The neighbors were screaming in horror as 
they watched her step on him. Mike's scream cut off abruptly 
as with a ground shaking thud her monstrous foot, now a good 
thirty feet long, replaced him on the lawn. She put her full 
titanic weight on the gigantic foot, and simply stood there 
for several moments looking at the tiny people around her 
feet. A tremendous feeling of power surged through her as she 
crushed him into the ground, and she realized how easy it had 
been to squash a full grown man beneath her giant foot. It 
wasn't only easy, it was a thrill, a real turn on. A feeling 
of tremendous power surged through her, like she had never 
felt in her life.
She was a real giantess, a Goddess, with the power of life or 
death over these tiny inch high people. She was no longer mad, 
she had really enjoyed crushing that little man; such a 
fantastic feeling of power!  Maybe a few more tiny people 
squished to mush under her huge foot would be fun too.  They 
weren't people anymore. To her, they were little bugs, toys 
for her to play with, and squash if she wanted to, and she 
wanted to.  She lifted her foot off Mike and looked, there was 
a puddle of bloody gore mashed into the dirt in the bottom of 
her giant footprint. She looked at the tiny people staring in 
horror at the flattened remains. A six foot man had been 
squashed into a bloody blob of crushed meat, pulped and mashed 
into the bottom of her giant footprint.  She felt that 
enormous feeling of power surge through her again and laughing 
lifted her foot again.
This time there wasn't any particullar target of her revenge, 
simply the fantastic surge of power, the feeling of 
invulnerablity as she towered enormously over the group of 
people.  She was a goddess!  Her colossal foot came down 
again.  This time half a dozen people were beneath her titanic 
foot when it descended.  She didn't know who she had stomped; 
she didn't care!  Fuck 'em!  Squish 'em all!  Grannies 
homegrow was still working, faster than ever, by now she was 
nearly three hundred feet tall.
She heard a shrill wailing sound, and it took several seconds 
for her to recognize the shrill little sound as a siren.  She 
saw the red and blue lights as the police car came around the 
corner. For half a second she started to panic, then she 
laughed again.
"Officer, officer..." her thunderous voice boomed out, 
"Someone just killed half a dozen people." She lifted her 
titanic foot again, and with a thunderous booming laugh she 
said....  "ME..!" and she brought her giant foot down on the 
police car.
There was a satisfying crunch of metal as her foot settled 
heavily into the pavement where the police car had been half a 
second before.  When she lifted her gigantic foot there was 
only a flat blob of blue and white metal in the bottom of a 
great footprint crushed neatly into the pavement.
She turned and dropped to her knees before the crowd of people 
watching the spectacular show, the enormous naked giantess was 
putting on. They started to flee, running in every direction, 
but she simply spread her arms in a narrrow V and put her arms 
on the ground traping forty or fifty people between her 
colossal arms, and a convenient house.
"HA... ! Gotcha'!  Don't try to run away. You're mine, and I 
want to play.... Unfortunately, my little people. I play a 
little rough for you." and she began laughing again.
One hapless little man started to run around her hand.  With a 
casual movement she reached out one hand and extending her 
forefinger tapped him on the head.  He fell to the ground and 
started to get up again.  He had barely reached his knees when 
she reached down with her huge forefinger and squished him to 
mush with nothing but the tip of that one enormous finger.
"Anyone else want to run away?  You might make it, but then 
again you might not. Want to chance it? Its SQUISH...! time if 
I catch you." She had never felt such a tremendous feeling of 
power, she was a goddess, and it thrilled her. She realized 
that her nipples were hard and her crotch was damp with her 
excitement. 
She looked down into the little crowd of people between her 
arms and recoginzed one tiny man.
"Scott, come here!"
The man she had called screamed and started to run.  She 
reached out with one hand and grabbed him between her thumb 
and forefinger. TOO HARD ... ! He writhed and screamed for 
only a second before blood gushed from his mouth and he went 
limp.  She had accidently squished him between her fingers.  
To her, it was like trying to pick up a tiny little ant 
without hurting him.
	"Damn... you little bastards are just too fragile.  I 
can't hardly pick one of you up without squashing you flat.  
Now don't squirm, and I'll try to be real gentle." And she 
reached for another man.  He screamed and dodged away, she 
grabbed, carefully using just her thumb and forefinger, 
instantantly he was squashed to a bloody pulp between her 
giant fingers.
"Come on now, I don't want to squash you, don't run away.  ED, 
now stand still!" as she talked she was wiping the last man's 
gory remains from her fingers on the grass.
	Ed, having seen what happened to the two men who had 
struggled stood still with his hands in the air as she very 
gently pinched him between her thumb and forefinger and lifted 
him up before her vast face.
	"That's better, I wanted to try something with you. When 
I was a little girl, my daddy used to tease us kids by telling 
about how when he was young he would swallow frogs alive, and 
he could feel them kicking all the way down."
Ed screamed and tried to escape from between her giant tree 
sized fingers.
"Oh, come on Ed. I don't want to squash you in my fingers.  
Hold still." His screams were high pitched little squeaks to 
Louise. but throat rending screams to the little people she 
had trapped.
She lifted him to her bill-board sized face and opened her 
cavernous mouth holding him dangling by one leg.  He screamed 
and writhed helplessly as she held him above that gaping maw 
and dropped him into her mouth.  Those who were watching saw 
her throat constrict, and then she giggled.
"MMmmm... That's neat.. Daddy was right! I could feel him 
wiggling and squirming all the way down.  It was neat, he felt 
so good."
She stood up and looked around at all the little people around 
her feet, wondering what to do next with all her little toys.