The Explosion
by Shannon Sargent
Samantha gets bigger every time she absorbs energy
Update: 09/10/1997 to giantess

Chapter 1

	Samantha stormed out of the high school gymnasium into the cool evening 
air, her eyes misting over with the onset of a major crying session.  She could 
not believe that she had just been cut from the Lincoln High School cheerleading 
squad, especially after she had been on the squad her freshman, sophomore, and 
junior years.  But that, she bitterly noted, was when Mrs. Wilson had been the 
coach in charge of picking and training the squad.  Walking aimlessly across the 
campus she thought about the chain of events, all beyond her control, that had 
brought this about.  Mrs. Wilson had retired at the end of last  year and then 
Mr. Williams had been hired from some big city high school to run the team.  
Coach Williams had a distinct style quite different from Mrs. Wilson's.  Whereas 
Mrs. Wilson had chosen the team based on athletic skills and inner spirit, Coach 
Williams had shown a definite bias toward picking the team based on how the 
girls looked.  From the comments he made during tryouts, and the girls he picked 
for the team, Samantha had easily seen his preference for tall blonde girls with 
large chests and long legs.  Jeez, she thought, some of the girls he picked had 
never been on a cheerleading squad before and couldn't even do a simple 
backflip!  It galled her that  Donna Jo Spencer had made the team, the only 
possible reason he could have picked her was her 5' 10" height and 38 inch D cup 
breasts.  The leotard Donna wore with the plunging V cut down to her navel had 
Coach Williams' eyes dancing like one of those sing-along balls in a karaoke 
machine.  "Hell, it's not exactly like I don't have a nice body!" she blurted 
out, although no one was around to hear her or check her body out.

	Exiting the school and walking along the now deserted main street of the 
town, she stopped to look at her reflection in a darkened store window. Taking a 
critical look at herself, she saw how three years on the cheerleading squad, 
bicycling 5 miles each way, every day, to school, gymnastics training, and 
working towards her black belt in karate had resulted in a well toned eighteen 
year old body, free of a single ounce of fat, and  quite shapely in all the 
right places.  She was not, by any stretch of the imagination, a diver's dream. 
For her size, she had full firm breasts that, on her, appeared quite large.  
They were C cups, but on her thin athletic body they stood out like D cups would 
on a taller woman's body; the only problem was that they weren't D cups and her 
body was a lot shorter than most other people's. Even now, as an 18 year old 
senior in high school, she was only 5 feet tall.  And that, she knew, beyond a 
shadow of a doubt, was the reason Coach Williams had dropped her from the squad.  
"It just isn't fair!" she sobbed, and with that admission, the tears began 
flowing freely and uncontrollably.

	Samantha had not been keeping track of where she was wandering.  Her mind 
was working overtime thinking about having been cut from the squad and feeling 
sorry for herself.  At first she blamed it all on herself for being short and 
kept torturing herself thinking of things she could have done differently during 
the tryouts.  As she walked on and began working things out in her mind, she 
realized that the problem wasn't with her, but with Coach Williams.  Her self 
confidence, which had suffered a major blow when told of being cut, began to 
rally back.   As she turned onto the main highway she thought back to when she 
had been on the squad with Mrs. Wilson.  She had always been good enough for 
her.  Their team had won more than its fair share of tournaments and awards and 
none of the judges had thought she was too short when they gave her the Miss 
Spirit award. No, she decided, the problem is with Coach Williams, he couldn't 
recognize a good cheerleader even if she did a backflip and landed, doing the 
splits, right in front of his face.  The thought of a cheerleader doing the 
splits in Coach Williams' surprised face made her smile for the first time in an 
hour.  In fact, the more she walked and worked things out the better she began 
to feel.  She was beginning to make the transition from the run-away victim to 
the stand-up-and-do-something-about-it activist.  As she walked she began to 
consider her position and the options she had.

	The small two-lane highway she walked along was the main thoroughfare 
through Lincoln, Ohio, a small mid-western town hardly distinguishable  from any 
other.  Samantha Jacobsen, or Sam as her closest friends called her, had lived 
in Lincoln all her life.  At this time of the evening there was scarcely any 
traffic going in either direction to distract her from the plans that she was 
beginning to form.  She knew she had to do something.  She thought that she 
might be able to  lodge a protest with  the school board or the city council.  
Once they saw who he picked for the squad and watched them go through a routine, 
it would be obvious, even to  them, that Coach Williams hadn't picked the squad 
fairly.  As she began to fantasize  deliciously about how the school board might 
even decide to punish Coach Williams, her thoughts were suddenly yanked back to 
reality by the approaching sound of someone honking a car horn from behind her.  
As she turned around she saw a darkened car shape looming behind two headlights 
that were swinging back and forth from the shoulders to each of the lanes.  She 
figured that the driver had been celebrating a little too much that evening and 
shouldn't have gotten behind the wheel of the car.  As the convertible sports 
car blew by her, she heard cat calls, wolf whistles, and a portion of a 
proposition that inwardly caused her to shudder.     Instinctively, she raised 
her hand up, extending the one middle finger significantly farther out than the 
other four.  The effect of the hand gesture on the car was nearly immediate.   
The brake lights flashed on and the car went into a rapid skid ending up 
pointing roughly  back up the road towards her.  The back wheels started burning 
rubber and throwing stones and the car began to slide forward.  As a chill 
traveled down her spine, settling with a sickening feeling in her stomach, she 
felt very powerless;  flipping them off had not been a very smart idea.  She 
also suddenly became aware that she was alone and dressed only in the workout 
tights she had been wearing to the cheerleader try-outs.

	Panic-stricken, she began looking around for someone or something that 
could help her.   Amazingly, another pair of headlights was coming up the 
highway from the opposite direction of the sports car.  Her head swiveled 
repeatedly as she first looked in the direction of the sports car and then back 
in the direction of  her would-be, she hoped, rescuer.  She could not tell who 
would arrive first.

	The sports car driver was in pretty bad shape, his execution of the skid 
had been pretty sloppy and after flooring the accelerator he had shot onto the 
shoulder of the road, only to slam on the brakes again to stop and reorient the 
car back onto the road.   As Samantha watched, she thought that the extra 
maneuvering the sports car driver was performing might give her that little 
extra bit of time she needed for the other lights to reach her first.  She was 
standing at a wide sweeping bend in the road about a mile outside of town.  
Although she could see both drivers, they wouldn't be able to see each other 
until they were nearly on top of one another.   As the lights of her hopeful 
rescuer got closer, she could see that they weren't car headlights, they were 
higher up and wider spaced like those on a big semi truck.  She even began to 
think  that she could hear the diesel roar of the truck's engine.  As her hands 
started to go up to wave the driver down, she could see, from the shape of the 
truck, that it was a tanker truck like those used to haul milk or water.

	Joe Robertson was having "one of those days" and was, at this moment, 
driving his  tanker truck on Highway 41, just past Lincoln, on his way to 
Toledo.  He had been up for nearly 20 straight hours and was pushing things, 
just a little bit,  to get his load of liquefied natural gas to the DOW chemical 
plant in Toledo.   If he could get it there this evening, he would collect a 
pretty substantial bonus for early delivery.  He was scheming about how he would 
spend that bonus, without telling his wife, when he noticed a pair of erratic 
headlights, directly in his lane and approaching him at high speed.   Joe had 
encountered events like this before, usually they happened because some idiot 
couldn't take being behind some slower car and decided to pass on a blind turn.  
Something was different here though, this car wasn't passing anyone, it was just 
in his lane.  Drunk driver, Joe thought,  it all fit, wrong lane, erratic 
driving - how the driver would react, when and if he saw him, would be very 
unpredictable.   He decided that he would head for the open left lane and pass 
the drunk driver's car on his right.  The distance between the car and truck was 
rapidly diminishing.  Shit!, Joe cursed, as the drunk driver now swerved back 
into the left lane.  The head-on crash was imminent as Joe yanked the truck back 
towards the right hand lane.  As the truck began to swerve back, Joe's 
headlights lit up a girl dressed in leotards waving frantically at him.  The 
rapid side to side motion of the truck was too much for its suspension to absorb 
and the truck started to tip over.  The sports car passed along the left side of 
the truck, narrowly avoiding the tires that were now rising into the air.  Joe 
later remembered that the last thoughts he had, as the truck tipped over and 
began sliding along the highway, were that a girl dressed like that had to be 
cold and that there was about to be one hell of an explosion.

	For Samantha, the whole chain of events occurred like they were in slow 
motion.   She was gripped with  fear as she saw the sports car heading up the 
wrong side of the highway towards her and she realized that it would get to her 
first.  This turned to a wave of relief as the sports car driver passed her by 
yelling some incomprehensible curse.  No doubt he had seen her waving at the 
truck and then seen the truck's headlights and decided on leaving her alone.  
Then she watched in fascination as the truck and car did their high speed dance 
down the highway.  Fascination turned to horror as the truck slowly pitched over 
onto its side and began sliding directly towards her, trailing a shower of 
sparks.  Transfixed, she watched as the tank of the truck broke open and liquid 
began spilling out.  There was a blinding flash, simultaneously accompanied by 
searing heat, and then everything went black.

	Samantha felt like she was surfacing from some deep underwater cave.  In 
time, she became aware that she was lying on her back, it was dark, and she was 
a little cold.  She was trying to place where she was, all she knew was that it 
wasn't her bedroom.  With a start, she recalled the horrible accident with the 
truck and the explosion.  She did a mental check on her limbs and body but did 
not feel any pain; instead she felt some sort of residual tingling throughout 
her whole body. It felt like that tingling you get when you hit your funny bone, 
only instead of feeling it in her arm, she was feeling it in her whole body.  
She suddenly had the horrible thought that maybe she was  paralyzed from the 
neck down and couldn't  feel anything! A quick touch of her hands to her face 
dispelled that fear.  She started feeling the rest of her body to make sure that 
it was all there and stopped when she got to her breasts.  She was surprised to 
find that where she should be feeling her spandex tights, she was feeling her 
bare nipples and skin.   Fearing that somehow she had been violated, she bolted 
upright and looked down at the rest of her body.  The moonlight provided enough 
illumination for her to discover that she was totally naked, there was not a 
stitch of clothing on her or anywhere else in sight around her.  She began 
thinking that her clothes must have burned off in the explosion.  As she thought 
a little more about it, though she reasoned that her clothes couldn't get burned 
off without her skin getting burned too.   She reached up to see if any of her 
hair had burned off and was relieved to feel that her long brunette strands of 
hair were still there.  She pulled some strands over to her nose and was greeted 
with the pleasant strawberry aroma of the shampoo she had used that afternoon 
before the try-outs.  As far as she could tell she was entirely unharmed and 
everything was normal except for the fact that her clothes were missing.  She 
wondered if the jerks from the sports car had come back after the explosion and 
pulled them off.  Dismissing that as not very likely, the only explanation she 
could come up with was that  her clothes must have been  blown off by the 
explosion and had to be lying somewhere near by.   If she didn't find her 
clothes soon she wasn't sure what she would do.  The whole situation would be 
very embarrassing.  Her mom had always cautioned her about the dangers of 
accidents and dirty underwear, but she had never said anything about accidents 
and being found naked.  It seemed that even dirty underwear was preferable to 
that!

	Samantha stood up and started searching for her clothing.  The ground 
seemed funny to her but she couldn't place what was different.  As she expanded 
her search,  what she found really blew her away.  There below here, just a few 
more steps away, was a small ribbon of concrete, about two and one half feet 
wide, lit up by evenly spaced miniature street lamps.  On that ribbon, on its 
side,  lay a miniature tanker truck looking just like one of those Tonka trucks 
she and her brothers had played with when they were younger.  As she looked 
further around she could see, off in the distance, about a couple hundred yards 
away and below her, the lights and buildings of Lincoln.  As a matter of fact, 
everything she could see was below her, the highway, the truck, the street 
lamps, the town, the buildings, even the trees - Samantha could not believe how 
big she now was.  It was like some sort of  scene out of the Twilight Zone or 
Alice in Wonderland, only she hadn't taken any drinks out of bottles labeled 
"drink me".  Out of curiosity, she stepped over to the tanker truck, squatted 
down, and began examining it.  It looked normal except it was so small and the 
tank had split open.  Although the explosion should have blown it up into a 
million pieces, she could see no signs of any explosions or fires.  Getting down 
on her hands and knees, she peered into the cab.  Inside she could see the tiny 
body of the driver; he wasn't moving, but he looked like he was unharmed. She  
thought that he must have been  knocked unconscious in the crash.  Comparing 
what she could see of him to the crook of her thumb, she estimated that he was 
about three inches tall.  She quickly started doing some mental calculations;  
if he was average, say 6 feet tall, and now he's 3 inches tall, that would make 
him twenty-four times smaller than he used to be.  If she had been five feet 
tall before, she would be twenty-four times bigger, making her nearly 120 feet 
tall!   She was glad that the driver was still unconscious, if he woke up and 
saw a naked 120 foot tall giantess peeking in at him she thought it might cause 
him a heart attack.

	Then another thought occurred to her, if she was that tall, she ought to 
be pretty strong as well.  To see if that was true, she reached over and picked 
the entire truck up with her right hand.  As she weighed it in her hand, she 
thought it must have weighed about ten or fifteen pounds, maybe a little bit 
more than her workout dumbbells.  The idea of using semi trucks in place of her 
aerobic workout weights made her laugh.  The remarkable ability to lift an 
entire truck with one hand was somehow both exhilarating and sexy for her.  If 
she could pick up a truck with one hand, what other feats of strength could she 
now perform?  She imagined the awestruck looks on the townspeople's faces as she 
lifted and moved whole buildings around like they were a child's wooden playing 
blocks.  She thought about going to Coach Williams' house, pulling off the roof, 
and asking him if she was tall enough and if her tits were big enough for him 
now.  She imagined  the look he would have on his face, as first he stared in 
open jawed amazement at the 120 foot tall giantess towering over him and his 
house, and then in shock as he realized just who this giantess was.  The thought 
of being so powerful and  towering over Coach Williams was really getting 
Samantha excited and, as she unconsciously began playing with her nipples, a 
warm tingling was beginning to spread from her pussy.  While continuing to 
fantasize about getting even with Coach Williams, she lowered her hand and had 
just begun stroking herself when she was snapped back to reality by the sound of 
approaching sirens.  She looked over towards town and saw  a police car and 
ambulance with flashing lights heading towards the crash scene. She  wasn't 
ready to be seen just yet and figured she had to go someplace and think about 
how to deal with her new size before she started scaring everyone like some sort 
of Godzilla monster.  She decided to head off cross-country away from the 
highway, but first, she delicately placed the semi truck perfectly upright back 
in the right-hand lane, careful not to disturb the driver.  Except for the 
ruptured tank,  it looked as if the driver had fallen asleep and stopped his 
truck in the middle of the highway.  That'll give them something to wonder 
about, she giggled, as she headed off directly away from the highway towards the 
dark countryside.

	Samantha located a deserted farmhouse with a ramshackle barn and unplowed 
fields, that she remembered as the old deserted Larson farm. She guessed that 
she was five or ten miles, as the giantess walks, from the main highway.  With 
her new size, moving cross-country had been fairly easy and she had easily 
avoided the risk of running into someone while traveling on paved roads, before 
she had a chance to think things through.  She sat down cross-legged in the 
middle of the field.  Although she was naked and alone, she had no fear that 
anything coming out of the shadows would be able to harm her.  She began to 
logically consider her position deciding to begin with the basics, water, food, 
shelter, and clothing.  She did not think that water would be any type of 
problem.  There were plenty of lakes around and she shouldn't have any problem 
grabbing some drinking water any time she needed some.  Food was going to be a 
problem and she decided to put that one off while she considered shelter and 
clothing.  Seasonally speaking, it was near the end of summer.  That meant that 
it really didn't get that cold during night and the days were temperate as well.  
It wasn't going to be a hardship to go without clothes for a while, until winter 
started coming.  As for shelter, she looked over at the barn.  If she removed 
the two end walls she thought it would cover most of her body from her breasts 
to her knees.  It didn't look like it would be very comfortable, but it would 
work for the time being.  A rumbling noise from her stomach reminded her that 
she had postponed the food issue.  As she thought long and hard about it, she 
realized that the only way she was going to get enough food was if she got help 
from the townspeople.  Those people were also probably her only hope for getting 
some clothes made and getting some proper shelter made.  If she was going to 
survive, she needed the people of Lincoln.

	As Samantha thought more about how the town could help her, she decided 
that the best way would be to form work parties. She remembered a movie called 
Village of the Giants where a bunch of teenagers had eaten some magic food and 
grown real big and taken over a small town. She couldn't remember it exactly, 
but she thought that the little people had formed work parties to take care of 
the giants' needs. Those little people had at first rebelled and the trickiest 
part of this whole situation would be getting the townspeople to willingly agree 
to supporting her.  She knew that with her newly acquired size and strength that 
she could force the people of the town to feed her, just by threatening to step 
on some buildings or people, but that was strongly against her nature and 
upbringing.  After thinking about the problem of gaining the town's support she 
decided that the best approach might be to propose some type of "you scratch my 
back, I'll scratch your back"  relationship.  As the world's tallest person, she 
certainly would become some type of tourist attraction,  this in turn would 
generate additional income for the town which could be used to offset the cost 
for caring and feeding the world's tallest person.  Add a few other exhibits,  
museums, and specialty product lines and it could work out very well for 
everyone. She was so excited about having come up with a solution to her dilemma 
that she temporarily forgot about her hunger and decided that she could wait no 
longer, she would walk to town, make her grand debut, and share her proposal 
with the town that evening.

	She reasoned that the best way to get things out into the open was to call 
a town meeting at the high school stadium, it was probably the only place in 
town that could hold everyone and her.  She walked around the outskirts of town 
announcing, in her most official sounding voice, that there would be a 10:00 
town meeting in the stadium with mandatory attendance.   She didn't know what 
time it was but she thought it was still before ten o'clock.  After completing 
her circuit around the town, she headed off to some fields behind the stadium 
where she could watch the people arrive for the meeting and they would not be 
able to see her.  She didn't have any way to tell the time and waited several 
anxious minutes watching to see if anyone would show up.  Exhaling with relief, 
she saw the headlights of car after car heading for the school parking lot and 
then groups of people filing into the stadium.  After what she guessed was about 
fifteen more minutes she saw that there were no more cars arriving or traveling 
on the streets.  As was the case in situations like this before, an old poem ran 
through her head, "The time has come the Walrus said, to speak of many things."  
The time had come and she couldn't see any point in postponing it any further.  
Bolstering up her courage, the naked giantess began walking towards the stadium.  
She decided she would crouch down low as she approached the stadium and give the 
people a view of just her head first.  She thought this might be less shocking 
than towering naked over them in her "full glory".  As she reached the stadium 
and carefully peeked over the top she could see all the people of town, some 
were seated, others were milling around, there looked to be general confusion.  
Clearing her throat slightly she addressed the assembled throng.

	"Please don't be alarmed, I'm Samantha Jacobsen and I'm the one who called 
the town meeting."  Giving what she thought to be her most disarming smile she 
chuckled, " I guess by now most of you have already figured out why!".  

	Her words had an instantaneous effect on the crowd of people, almost in 
unison they all began backing away towards the far end of the stadium away from 
the giantess.  Some people began screaming, and others began to panic and run 
for their cars in the parking lot.

	"No please, don't run away!" she begged. " I need your help!  I am not 
here to harm you."  "Please Mayor Anderson, hear me out, I have a proposition 
for the town that could help all of us."

	Mayor Anderson had not been expecting anything like this when he heard 
that an unofficial town meeting was being held.  Now he could hardly believe his 
eyes, here was little Samantha Jacobsen, for that's how everyone in the town 
thought of her, who had somehow grown so big that now she could look over 
stadium walls.  He decided that this had to be some elaborate hoax or practical 
joke being played on the town.  He was going to call these tricksters bluff!  

	"All right Samantha, we'll hear you out, but first I want to see the rest 
of you.  I'm not in any mood for any practical jokes. Come over here onto the 
field and we'll talk."
 
	As Samantha attempted to make excuses as to why she didn't want to show 
the rest of her body, without letting everyone know she was naked, the mayor 
became even more convinced that it was all a colossal hoax. 

	"OK Samantha, this is it, either you come on out and show yourself 
completely or there's no discussion!"  

	"All right mayor, I'll do it, but I think your in for one hell of a big 
surprise and I'm not sure you're going to like it!  Now, please everyone, don't 
be afraid, after all, I'm not!", she added lamely.

	With that, Samantha stood up and stepped over the stadium wall onto the 
center of the football playing field.  She couldn't cover everything as she 
stepped over the wall but quickly placed one arm over her chest and the other 
over her pussy as she stood on the fifty yard line.  As she looked down at the 
townspeople she could see reactions in the crowd ranging from complete fear to 
outright lusting.  The mayor could not believe his eyes, this was obviously no 
hoax.  There standing over him, wearing nothing more than her birthday suit, was 
the tallest woman Mayor Anderson had ever seen.  She was taller than a ten story 
building and her breasts were large enough to satisfy a small platoon.  As his 
eyes moved down towards the poorly concealed mound between her legs he began to 
feel the straining of his dick against his pants.  From his vantage point he 
could see nearly everything, she was both gorgeous and sexy.  The urge to begin 
stroking his dick was overwhelming.  Other less restrained people in the crowd 
had noticed the same features as the mayor and began shouting cat calls and 
making wolf whistles.  For Samantha, it was like a repeat of the incident with 
the sports car except, rather than feeling powerless and helpless as before, she 
began to get angry, very angry.  Whereas before, as a tiny 5 foot girl, she 
would have responded by covering up and running away, as a 120 foot giantess she 
placed her hands squarely on her hips and leaned dramatically over the crowd.

	"Knock it off with the whistles and cat calls!" she roared and the crowd 
immediately fell silent.

	Samantha was amazed at the response of the crowd, but then, putting 
herself in their shoes, she thought that if a 120 foot giantess told her to quit 
doing something, she sure as hell would stop.  She felt a little bit guilty that 
she had so quickly used the advantage her height and strength gave her to order 
the crowd around. On the other hand, she found her new power very exhilarating 
and somehow quite sexy to wield.  She could feel the growing tingling and 
moistness in her pussy and her nipples began to harden.  She hoped that the 
crowd wouldn't be able to notice.  Giving in to the guiltier of the two 
feelings,  Samantha decided that she owed the crowd an apology.

	"I'm sorry I yelled, it's just that I've had a very long day, I got cut 
from the cheerleading squad, thought I was going to get raped, nearly got blown 
up in a car accident, and turned into  a 120 foot tall giantess.  I'm hungry, my 
nerves are shot, and I guess I just lost it a little, I'm sorry.  Look, I grew 
up in this town, I know most of you, I baby-sat many of your children!  I'm not 
here to harm you, if fact, I desperately need your help, so please, I'd really 
like for you to listen to my proposal, I think it would be a wonderful 
opportunity for the entire town."

	Seeing that Samantha was still human and needed their help had a soothing 
effect on the crowd.  She even sat down on the field to appear less big to them 
and hopefully less menacing. She was feeling a little embarrassed about having 
all those people staring up at her pussy and sitting down also provided a 
natural way to cover up some of her nudity.  Her breasts were still exposed but 
she wasn't as concerned about them.  As the crowd began moving back closer to 
her again she began detailing her plans to the mayor and the townspeople.

	Amazingly, the people of the town seemed to be buying into the idea.  
Those who ran shops and hotels which would cater to the tourists were especially 
keen on the idea.  Work parties and assignments were set up and everything 
seemed to be falling in place.  Finally, Samantha had only one remaining issue.  
As long as she was naked, she wanted the work parties and everyone in the town 
to be naked as well.  She wanted to feel more comfortable around everyone and if 
everyone was also naked that would go a long ways towards making here feel less 
conspicuous.  The mayor thought it over for a while; it did seem fair, and, 
seeing how he too stood to make a lot of money, he decided to agree with her 
request. Besides, he thought, how do you say "no" to a one hundred and twenty 
foot giantess, if she wanted to, she could pillage and destroy the whole town in 
a manner of minutes.  It would take an entire army to stop her.  As he stared up 
at the massively large breasts suspended four or five stories above him, he was 
grateful that she was a sexy looking giantess, if she hadn't been, her plan to 
become a tourist attraction probably would never work.  Even so, he thought, it 
probably would be best to keep her naked, just to keep the number of tourists 
up.  He'd have to have a talk with the leader of the clothing work party to make 
sure that they would have some setbacks and ultimately fail in their task to 
clothe the giantess.

	It was also decided, until a more permanent residence could be erected, 
that Samantha would continue to stay at the deserted Larson farm.  There wasn't 
any way to get her any sizable amount of food that evening, but the first work 
detail would bring her breakfast bright and early in the morning.  It had been a 
long day for Samantha and sleepiness had overtaken her hunger;  she decided it 
was time to get some rest.  She said her good-byes to her parents, the mayor, 
and the rest of the townspeople, stood up, quickly stepped over the stadium 
wall, and walked off towards the Larson farm.  When she reached the barn she 
stretched down and easily pulled the doors open on both ends snapping the thick 
beams, which had held the doors closed, like toothpicks.  Once again she 
marveled at her immense strength and felt the tingling begin.  She knew she 
would have to satisfy that urge fairly soon but right now she was just too 
tired.  She carefully slid her body in and lay down on the old dried hay which 
still covered the barn floor.  Completely at peace, knowing she could handle 
anything or anyone that might come along during the night, the giantess 
immediately drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2

The loud blaring of a truck air horn jolted Samantha awake.  During the night, 
in order to stay a little warmer,  she had slid her body back into the barn to 
keep her head covered.  Now as the blaring truck horn shocked her awake and she 
banged her head against the ceiling of the barn, she wasn't so sure she 
shouldn't have just stayed the way she was.  Strangely enough, the barn seemed 
bigger than it had the night before.  She wasn't sure, but it seemed that she 
might have shrunk a little during the night.  Maybe she was heading back to her 
original height!  Another staccato burst of the truck horn reminded her that she 
had visitors and she began to scoot herself out.  There really wasn't any 
delicate way to exit the barn, so she wiggled her way back out wondering all the 
time what kind of a show she was putting on and how many people were watching.  
The experience made her vow that she would find some better living quarters, and 
soon!  Standing up and stretching out the kinks and sore muscles she had 
acquired after spending the night sleeping on the ground, she looked around and 
saw a group of about twenty or so people standing in the field next to 4 large 
flatbed trailer trucks parked in the driveway which led up to the deserted 
farmhouse.  As she waved a greeting, she had to suppress the urge to giggle.  
The entire work party was composed of men and every one of them was naked.  Some 
of the men were pretty buff, for their size, and Samantha was taking her time 
and admiring the view.  Some of the men were embarrassed by her attention and 
tried to nonchalantly cover their privates up.  She could tell from their 
erections that others in the group seemed to be reveling  in the attention and 
appeared to be enjoying the view they had as well.  The early morning sun felt 
so good on her body, she could feel that funny tingling wherever the rays struck 
her, and instantly she felt warmth throughout her whole body.  She felt 
rejuvenated.  While sneaking a peak back down at the men to see their reaction, 
she gave one last stretch, as seductively as she knew how, and was thoroughly 
satisfied to see that her body had the full attention of even the shyest of the 
men.  Such attention and obvious sexual desire for her, from men she was 
unacquainted with, was a new experience for Samantha and one that she herself 
found very exciting.  She was totally in control, she could do what she wanted, 
when she wanted, and there wasn't anyone who could stop her or force her to do 
anything against her will.  She could give them as much or as little a show as 
she wanted and she was the one to say when enough was enough.  Having never seen 
so many dicks before in her life, she started getting horny and chided herself 
for thinking nasty thoughts when she hadn't even had breakfast yet.  She decided 
to cool things off a little and concentrated on getting some food inside her.

	"What's for breakfast, guys?

	"Pancakes, orange juice, and milk.  We were up all night cooking them!  
Hope you like 'em!" replied Bill Armstrong, the leader of the breakfast work 
party.  The mayor had figured that her appetite would be so large and it would 
require so much time to cook it, that there would be separate work parties for 
breakfast lunch and dinner.

	Three of the trucks were loaded to the hilt with enormous mounds of 
pancakes.  The other truck was loaded with 55 gallon drums, half  appeared to be 
filled with milk and the others with orange juice.

	"Looks delicious!  And I am really hungry.  Mind if I dig in?

	She didn't wait for, nor expect, an answer to her question.  She sat down 
in front of one of the trucks, reached over,  scooped about an eighth of the 
pancakes off and eagerly popped them into her mouth.  As she quickly chewed, 
swallowed and washed them down with one of the 55 gallon drums, it was all that 
the men could do but gape in wonder at the enormous appetite of their giantess.  
Soon one of the flatbed trucks had been completely cleared and half of the drums 
had been emptied.

	Looking over at the cluster of men who had grouped together off towards 
the edge of the field, Samantha realized that she had been somewhat remiss in 
her manners.  "Wouldn't you care to join me for breakfast? I hate eating alone."

	"Uh, no thanks, we all feel a little bit safer over here.  The way you've 
been digging in, we got a little afraid that you might grab one of us by 
accident!"

	"Oh, don't worry about that, I'm not that careless.  Like I said last 
night, don't be worried, after all, I'm not!"

	"You don't have to be, you're the biggest woman in the world, what could 
possibly scare you now?"

	"Well I guess you're right about that, I hadn't thought of it like that.  
Right now, though, the biggest woman in the world would be honored to share your 
company for breakfast.  How about it guys?"

	Samantha had asked them so sweetly and she was so sexy, the men couldn't 
refuse.  They climbed up onto the empty flatbed truck and Samantha gave them 
some pancakes from one of the other trucks.  She wasn't all that sure how much 
to give them but told them to ask her for more if they needed it.  Since they 
didn't have any cups, she placed one of the nearly full drums onto the truck as 
well.  "Sorry guys, guess you're going to have to scoop out your drinks with 
your hands.  Maybe tomorrow you can bring tables and silverware and have a real 
breakfast with me."

	As they ate on, Samantha and the men talked mostly about her and how she 
had come to be so big.  She wasn't used to being the center of attention but now 
she supposed she didn't have any choice.  Wherever she went, people were 
definitely going to notice her, and not just because she was naked. The naked 
thing really wasn't bothering her so much anymore and she was secretly thrilled 
to have thought of that great idea to have the work parties and town go naked as 
well.  She had noticed last night, that  there had not  been a shortage of 
volunteers but she hadn't realized until now that the majority of them had been 
men. She figured that they enjoyed looking at her titanic body as much as she 
was currently enjoying looking at their miniature perfect little bodies.  Some 
of the men had really cute asses and seeing their dicks in a constant state of 
erection was exciting as well.  As she finished her breakfast and conversation 
subsided, she found herself looking more and more at their dicks and comparing 
one man's to an other's.  It definitely was not true that seeing one was like 
seeing them all.  Even from her vantage point, where their dicks were only about 
two or three eighths of an inch long, she could see distinct differences.  
Samantha was beginning to feel that tingling again and she knew she could order 
these men to satisfy her if she wanted to, she would give them no say in the 
matter.  She began to wonder what it would be like to have an entire man, or 
two,  in her pussy, imprisoned until her lusty hunger had been fully satisfied.  
Would two be enough?  She imagined pushing man after man effortlessly into her 
cunt until the whole throbbing mass made her come, over and over again.  The 
fantasy was making her pussy hot, and, as she shifted her weight, she could feel 
it's wetness.

	The men were becoming nervous as they noticed the giantess' increased 
glassy-eyed stares in their direction.  Some of the closer ones could smell the 
musky aroma of her pussy and see the building wetness and they were more than a 
bit concerned.  With breakfast having been completely devoured, the men rapidly 
got up and hurriedly got into the trucks.  Their rapid departure caught Samantha 
by surprise and she was afraid she might hurt them if she tried to stop them 
now.  Next time, though, would be a different story, she wouldn't let them get 
away so easy then.  If she had to, she'd lay the trucks on their sides, that 
way, if they wanted to leave, they would have a very long walk!   She would give 
them no choice but to obey her.

	The breakfast trucks had barely left when Samantha heard the deeper 
rumblings of some other trucks approaching.  As she watched, three fire trucks 
turned into the farm. Riding on the truck she could see naked firemen and she 
tried to remember which work detail this could be.  She really didn't mind that 
she couldn't remember, with the state of arousal she was in, some naked, 
muscular firemen were just what the doctor, or, she thought more wickedly,  the 
pussy, ordered.   She promised herself that these ones wouldn't get away as she 
stood up to her full height and slinkily walked over to greet them.  Planting 
her legs widely apart and placing her hands on her hips, she bent over at the 
waist, as low as she could go and, choosing her most sultry voice, breathlessly 
whispered, "So boys, where's the fire?"

	"There's n-n-no f-f-ire, ma'am, we're uh here to g-give you your uh m-
morning sh-sh-shower.", replied the captain completely overwhelmed by the 
largest pair of tits he had ever seen.

	"That would be wonderful", she purred.  "You sure you boys can handle it?

	"Oh, I think were up for it, uh, I mean to it, uh what I'm trying to say 
is that we can handle it."

	"Well let's see then, and, please, you boys be gentle, OK?", she laughed.  
As she stood up straight again and performed her sexiest catlike stretch, she 
could see that most of the men were indeed "up" for it or well on their way.

	The firemen brought out three hoses from each truck and arranged 
themselves around the giantess.  There had been an enormous amount of haggling 
and numerous deals cut over who would get to spray which parts of her.  The 
captain had used his executive prerogatives to have the honor of handling one of 
the hoses which would hose down her front.

	"Are you ready Ma'am?"

	"Please, call me Samantha.  I'm ready, fire at will, or anything else you 
see that you like!"

	The captain gave the order and the nine hoses began spraying the tall 
giantess.  The water was very cold and Samantha screamed when the cold water 
struck her.  "Hey what are you guys doing!  Don't you have any warm water?"  
Instantly, all of the hoses were shut off.

	"I'm sorry, we don't have any way to heat the water in our fire trucks."

	"Well maybe tomorrow you can fill them up with water that's already been 
heated, I don't take very well to cold showers."

	"Do you want us to continue or leave?"

	"No, finish the job, I really could use a shower, I just didn't expect one 
so cold."

	The firemen turned the hoses back on and began spraying her again.  The 
first burst of cold water had cooled her off even more during the time she had 
complained to the captain and now the new streams of water felt warmer.  She 
noticed that the firemen seemed to have favorite areas that they liked to spray, 
several of them were concentrating solely on her tits and pussy.  She noticed 
that the guy who was spraying her pussy from behind was having a real good  
time.  As she looked around at the firemen, she could see that they were all 
enjoying their jobs.  Every one of them had a full blown erection.  Up till now,  
the cold water had taken away the desires she felt when the breakfast crew left 
and the firemen had first arrived.  Now those desires were coming back even 
stronger than before.  She began moving and swaying seductively under the 
streams of water, alternatively squeezing and stroking her breasts.  She sat on 
the backs of her heels and spread her knees as far apart as she could, 
presenting an unparalleled view of her gorgeous pussy to the captain.

	"I think there's an area that needs some special attention, would you boys 
mind helping me clean there?", she asked in her most innocent voice.

	Several more of the firemen brought their hoses over and began spraying 
her pussy.  Samantha began stroking and rubbing it with her fingers.  The 
firemen yelled something to one another which she couldn't hear.  Soon the water 
spraying her pussy began pulsating as the firemen alternatively turned their 
hoses quickly on and off.  It began to feel just like the time she had 
masturbated with the shower massager in her Aunt Shirley's bathroom.  It struck 
Samantha humorously that the way the firemen were holding the hoses and spraying 
her down, it was like the hoses were extensions of their penises and they were 
somehow peeing on her.  

	That thought and the sounds of all the water spraying on her suddenly made 
her very aware that she had not been to the bathroom since the cheerleader try-
outs.  Feeling an incredible pressure to go, right then and there, she held up 
her hand signifying to stop the spraying and as the hoses fell silent, she 
addressed  the assembled men.

	 "Sorry to interrupt the shower but I haven't peed since yesterday 
afternoon and I have to go real bad.  You'll boys are going to have to excuse me 
for a minute while I 'take care of business!'"

	Samantha hurriedly walked over behind the barn to the edge of the farm 
where a stand of trees began and where a little tool shack was standing.	By 
the time she reached the shack she was so ready to pee she couldn't have held it 
back if she tried. For kicks, she decided to aim for the tool shack.  At first 
she let a little squirt out to check her aim then she began peeing in earnest 
and a deluge began pouring down on the shack.  It struck the shack and for a 
brief instant the shack stood against the powerful inundation as spray 
splattered back in all directions. The torrent was too much for the shack to 
withstand, the near wall gave way and was driven into the far wall knocking it 
out as well.  The roof collapsed downward, got caught in the mighty stream and 
slammed into the trees.  Her stream then began striking the ground, churning up 
great clods of earth into a muddy pool.  Giddy with the power she had never even 
imagined she had, Samantha began directing her stream against the base of the 
trees and anything else she could see.   Almost immediately, the roots of the 
trees became exposed and, with nothing to hold them against the onslaught, the 
trees began toppling. When she was finished, she looked around and saw that the 
firemen had followed her and watched the whole show.   The firemen merely stared 
in awe at the destruction caused by so simple an act on the part of the 
giantess.

	Finally, one of the firemen broke the silence, "Hey Cap, if we had a bad 
brushfire, she would sure come in handy, but I don't think it would be such a 
good idea to ask for her help with any structural fires!", one of the firemen 
joked.

	"Yeah, it wouldn't be very good to destroy the building in the process of 
putting the fire out", added another.


	The demonstration of power had Samantha feeling very horny and she knew 
that now was the time to satisfy her desire.  "OK, you two jokers come with me!  
What are your names?"

	"I'm Mike and this is Tom. Where are we going?"

	"Well, Mike and Tom, tell me, how would you like to be the first men to 
feel my big titties?"

	"We'd love too!  I don't know about Mike but I wanted to feel them the 
moment I saw them!"

	Reaching down, she gently picked the two firemen up, one in each hand.  
They were so light, she could hardly feel their weight.  The two firemen 
nervously looked back and forth between the rapidly receding ground and the 
rapidly enlarging breasts.  They had looked large from the ground, but up close, 
they were enormous.  Samantha held each of the firemen up to one of her nipples.  
They were so large, the firemen didn't even know where to begin.

	"So tell me boys, are they big enough for you?"

	"Yes!" they replied in unison.  "They're the most bodacious  pair of tah-
tahs I've ever seen", added Mike.

	The firemen were now kissing and stroking her nipples.  Their touch was so 
light and so sexy, it sent chills up Samantha's spine.  Her nipples responded by 
swelling and becoming erect  They became so stiff and erect that Tom and Mike 
were able to climb up on them and straddle them like riding a horse.  Then they 
began squeezing her nipples with their legs.  The attention her nipples was 
receiving was making Samantha ache with horniness.  It was time to let her pussy 
receive some of this attention.

	As she plucked the two firemen off her nipples, Mike and Tom let out a 
loud protest.  "Don't worry", she said, "you can have more later if you're still 
up to it!"

	Laying down on her back, she spread her legs and placed the two firemen on 
her pussy.  Opening her pussy lips for them, she gently, yet firmly, pushed the 
men towards her waiting clitoris.  "OK boys, go for it and take no prisoners!"  
Then she let her lips close around them.  At first she could feel them squirming 
and struggling but it seemed that no matter how hard they struggled they could 
not escape.  Soon the struggling was replaced by delicate well placed rhythmic 
caressing of her clitoris.  Samantha's body began to respond to their touch, 
rising and falling with each stroke.

	As Mike and Tom continued stroking and playing with her clitoris, she 
reached over to the remaining seven firemen and placed her hand on the ground 
for them to climb up on.  Once again, it amazed her how strong she was.  She was 
now lifting seven naked men with one hand and they were so light she could 
barely tell that she was holding anything.  She held her hand up near her face 
so she could get a better look at her naked firemen.  One of the firemen was 
covering himself up and she easily pushed his hands away with her index finger 
to get a better look.  She had seen his muscles bunching as he fought her finger 
she had barely even noticed any resistance.  Gently with her finger she began 
lightly stroking his dick.  He seemed to be enjoying it so she began stroking 
the other firemen as well.  Then holding them up next to her lips she stuck out 
the tip of her tongue and began flicking it over their dicks.  As they crowded 
around the tip of her tongue so that she could lick more than one at a time, 
Samantha was enjoying the fact that with her new size she could give so many men 
so much obvious pleasure at the same time.  One of the firemen, an especially 
buff one, seemed to be enjoying it more than the others and, as she began to 
concentrate on licking his dick a little more than the others, she noticed that 
his body was beginning to convulse.  Guessing what was going on, she began 
flicking her tongue across his dick even more rapidly.  Then, as she watched, 
the fireman started coming on her tongue.   His orgasm combined with the job 
Mike and Tom were doing on her clit was getting to her, she had to come soon or 
she felt like she was going to explode!

	Moving  her hand next to her left breast she ordered two of the firemen to 
jump off.   Moving over to her right breast, she ordered two more to jump off.  
She took the remaining three and opening her pussy lips again, gently, yet 
firmly, pushed them in with Mike and Tom.  She then let go of her lips letting 
them close over the five firemen.  "You boys do a good job and I might let you 
go, but be careful, if you do too good a job I might just want to keep you there 
permanently!", she laughed.

	Samantha closed her eyes and concentrated on the stimuli she was 
receiving.  She could feel the men squirming and struggling in her pussy,   her 
helpless prisoners sentenced to provide her with an endless supply of orgasms.  
Her clit was being stroked masterfully by one of the firemen and her hips were 
grinding with the stroking.  As she looked at the men on her breasts, she could 
see that they were rubbing their dicks against her nipples.  The speed was 
intensifying and soon she was rewarded with the sight of the men coming on her 
nipples.  She couldn't hold back any further.  She imagined the men in her pussy 
rubbing her clit with their dicks and coming on it and the first waves of orgasm 
began washing over her.  Rather than the slackening off which had happened to 
her before in her rather limited number of times making love with inexperienced 
teenagers, the feelings continued to intensify and the men stroking her began 
quickening the pace.  A second wave of orgasm, unlike any she had ever felt 
before, crashed over her making the first seem like a mere ripple in a tidepool.  
She was now moaning very loudly and her hips and entire body were bucking 
uncontrollably.   Looking down at her tits, she could see the firemen hanging on 
to her nipples as they bounced as well.  The firemen in her pussy were getting 
off on how their little actions were causing such big results and began to 
stroke her in earnest.  Samantha was going insane with pleasure.  She wanted to 
reach down and stop them but she also didn't want it to stop.  She could feel a 
third orgasm coming on and she plucked the four firemen off her breast and 
placed them on the ground safely away from her just in time.   As the third 
orgasm struck, she lost all control.  It was so awesome, it felt like some kind 
of out of body experience.   It seemed to last ages and just when she thought it 
might not ever end it finally began to wane.  When it had passed over, she 
reached down and reluctantly began pulling the firemen out.  She had to, if she 
had a fourth orgasm she thought she would pass out.

	"Whew, that was awesome!  I've never felt anything like that before in my 
life!  You guys had me coming so hard I thought your friends were going to go 
flying off my tits!  That last time was so hot I knew I was going to pass out if 
you made me come again!  How many of you came?"

	She was pleased to see every one of the firemen raise their hand.  They 
looked as wiped out as she did.  She also thought it was sexy that five of them 
were coated with her pussy's love juices.  It made her feel like they belonged 
to her, they had been marked with her scent.  Reaching down between her legs she 
could feel that her pussy was entirely soaked.  She dipped her fingers in the 
juices and then reached over and finger painted her juices onto the four fireman 
who had missed out on being in her pussy.

	"Well, now it looks like you are the ones who need a shower!"  The firemen 
began nervously backing away and Samantha laughed, "No, I didn't mean that kind 
of shower, you sillies!" 

	The beta endorphins were coursing happily through her body and Samantha 
was relaxing and enjoying watching the firemen shower and clean up.  As they 
packed up their hoses and loaded up their trucks Samantha thought that she had 
never been happier than she felt at that moment.  As the men came over to her to 
say good bye she felt an overwhelming urge to give them a hug.  She told them 
she wanted to give them a "proper giantess" good-bye and asked them to climb up 
on her hand.   She lifted them up  between her huge breasts and then squeezed 
them together giving them an enormous warm hug in her cleavage.  She then held 
them up to her lips and tenderly kissed each one.  As she lowered them back to 
the ground she whispered, "Bye-bye, you boys be sure to come again!"

	The firemen drove off and for the first time since that morning, Samantha 
was left by herself.  Naturally, she began thinking about what had almost 
happened during breakfast and what had happened following her shower.  Had 
becoming a giantess turned her into some kind of nymphomaniac, she wondered?   
Certainly she had been horny before, but never like this.  Before, it had always 
seemed like the boys were in control.  They were stronger and there was always 
that underlying fear that they would lose their temper or control and use that 
strength to make you do something you didn't want to do.  That fear had never 
gone away and always lurked in the shadows, seemingly waiting to pop out at some 
unexpected moment.  However, becoming a giantess had burned those shadows out 
with a million candle power spotlight, driving away the fear and many of her 
reservations regarding sex.  She had had a reversal of fortune and now was in 
the position that the boys had been in before.  She was in control, she was 
going to have fun doing what she wanted to, she wasn't going to worry about what 
anyone else thought, and no one was going to tell her what to do. She was tired 
of the farm and was beginning to feel like she had been exiled.  Getting up, she 
decided to head for town and see what kind of fun she could have there.

Chapter 3

	As Samantha walked towards town, unbeknownst to her, an army of people 
were mobilizing, making rapid preparations for her arrival.  The story of a 120 
foot tall giant woman had gone out over the AP and UPI press wires the night 
before instantly triggering the convergence of reporters and television crews 
from news agencies ranging from CNN to the National Inquirer upon Lincoln, Ohio.  
The whole story would have been dismissed as a hoax had there not also been home 
video footage, shot by a now wealthier citizen of Lincoln, of the giantess as 
well.  Every helicopter, van, and truck for miles had been rented and the news 
people would have already been out to the Larson farm had not the mayor, wanting 
to avoid a chaotic circus atmosphere and, more importantly, realizing the 
immense PR opportunity present, stepped in and ordered the news crews to wait at 
the town for their interviews.   He decided that there would be a press 
conference at 11:00 held at the football stadium followed by individual one on 
one interviews with those agencies Samantha agreed to talk with.  In order to 
maintain fairness it was expressly forbidden for anyone to attempt to obtain an 
interview on their own or attempt to use their helicopters to obtain any footage 
prior to the press conference.  Anyone violating the rules would be barred from 
the press conference and any further interviews.  The mayor then got into a 
waiting police car and headed out towards the Larson farm to advise Samantha 
about the reporters and prepare her for her interview.  Halfway there, they came 
across the naked giantess strolling casually along the highway.  The policeman 
halted the car about a quarter of a mile in front of her and the mayor got out 
and began waving his arms to get her attention.  For a second he thought he was 
going to be squashed under one of her gigantic feet but Samantha  came to a stop 
with the tips of her toes only 10 feet away from him.

	Samantha had recognized the mayor waving her down and had decided to play 
a giantess trick on him.  Acting as if she hadn't seen him, she made it look 
like she might step on him but at the last moment stopped just short of him.   
She had never really cared for the mayor that much, it had always seemed that 
everything he did for the town usually had some type of direct benefit to him as 
well.  She enjoyed making him sweat a little bit.  Knowing the effect it had had 
upon the firemen, she squatted down while spreading her legs apart to talk with 
the mayor.  If he was anything like the firemen, he was going to have a hard 
time concentrating.

	"Was there something you wanted,  Mayor Anderson?", she playfully asked.

	"Uh, back in town, there's uh uh a group of reporters who would like to 
talk with you."

	Now this was something a little more serious.  Closing her legs, she sat 
down on the highway. "How many reporters are there?"

	"Counting all of the cameramen and other roadies, there are about two to 
three hundred of them."

	"That many!  What do they want?"

	"They all want interviews with you!"

	"What do you think they want to ask me?"

	"They want to ask you how you grew so big, how you feel about being so 
big, and probably what you plan to do now that you are so big.  I've set up a 
press conference in about half an hour at the football stadium.  First you can 
tell them what happened to you.  Then you should tell them that you feel like 
the good lord has blessed you with this gift and you plan to use this gift to 
benefit mankind in any way that you can.  Then tell them that you plan to remain 
in Lincoln where the town will be building an entire visitor showcase around 
you.  Then you can open up the forum for a brief question and answer session 
followed up by individual interviews."

	"All right, I'll go along with that, but on one condition. I want the 
interviewers to be naked.  In fact, I don't want anyone in that stadium wearing 
clothes.  Anyone who won't agree is barred from the stadium and from any 
interviews!"  

	"OK, I'll pass that on.  They're so hungry for this story, they'll do 
anything.  Speaking of which, is there anything else?"

	"Yes,  how much are charging for these interviews and where's the money 
going?"

	"Oh yeah, I was going to tell you about that,  I guess it slipped my mind.  
The going rate is $10,000 for a one on one interview or $1,000,000 for a first 
day exclusive.  The money is going to a town account to be used for caring for 
and feeding you."

	"I want 25% off the top to go to my parents.  No negotiation.  Secondly, 
my father will appoint an independent CPA to track and audit the funds.  If I 
hear of any financial funny business going on, well, let's put it this way, 
you're not so small that I won't be able to find you and you won't like it when 
I do."  Putting on her most pleasant smile, "Do we have an agreement?"

	The mayor dejectedly nodded.  He had been planning to take 10% for his fee 
for being her "agent", now he was going to have to be even more inventive.  
Looking up, he shuddered as he considered what she might do to him if he was 
caught doctoring the books.  No, it wasn't worth the risk, he'd do things by the 
letter on this one.  "Yes, agreed.  Now I  better head for the stadium, it's 
almost time for the press conference.  Wait a little bit before heading over 
there,  I still have to tell them about your condition that they must do the 
interviews naked."

	Samantha sat down by the side of the highway to let some time pass.  
Periodically cars would go by with the same predictable reactions.  At first the 
cars would slow down as the drivers and passengers craned their necks to get a 
look at her.  Then as they came to the realization that they were looking at a 
real life giantess, they would all accelerate and head off as quickly as they 
could.  For her part, Samantha basically ignored them.  She was thinking about 
the interview.  The longer she waited the more nervous she became.  What 
questions would they ask her?  Would she have the right responses?  She sensed 
that these first interviews would be critical towards her plan's success.  If 
she goofed it up there probably wouldn't be anyone interested in making a trip 
to Lincoln just to see her.

	  As the fears and doubts bounced back and forth in her mind, growing with 
each bounce, a car pulled up and stopped next to her.  The doors of the car 
opened and out stepped her two brothers and her mother and father.   Like her, 
they too were naked.  She was a little surprised, she had never seen her dad 
naked before and had not seen her twin brothers naked since they were four years 
old.

	"Mom! Dad! Dave and Doug!  What are you guys doing here?"

	"We came to give you family support during your interview.  All for one 
and one for all, and all that other stuff!", yelled her father.

	Samantha was very moved and she her eyes were beginning to well up with 
tears.  "Oh!  Thank you so much, you can't imagine what this means to me.  Climb 
on, it's family hug time!", she called out as she reached out her hand for them 
to climb up on.  Tenderly she hugged them all to her against her left shoulder, 
she didn't think it would be proper to give them a cleavage hug like she had 
given the firemen.  "Well, now that were all together, lets get on with this 
interview.  I know I'll feel better with you guys around to help me, I was 
really dreading doing these interviews alone.  When it's all over, I got a big 
surprise for you too!"

	As she started heading towards town carrying her parents and brothers in 
her hand, her father started yelling up at her and pointing back up the road, 
"Hey Sam!  You forgot the car!"

	"Oh, no problem!  I can carry a heck of a lot more than this.", she said 
as she reached down and scooped the car up with her other hand.  " Off we go!"

	Samantha was walking easily but her family couldn't believe how fast she 
was covering ground.  Her father started thinking about how fast his little girl 
could travel.   At twenty four times the size of a normal person, her easy gate 
was 60 to 75 miles per hour.  If she walked fast she could easily hit 100 miles 
per hour and if she chose to run she could probably top out above 300 miles per 
hour!  It was incomprehensible to him that a human could move so quickly.  If 
she moved her arm quickly she ought to be able to break the sound barrier with 
her hand.  For that matter, she ought to be able to throw a good sized boulder 
at somewhere around two to three times the speed of sound.  God only knew how 
far that boulder would travel.  In the service, he had been taught that the 
battleship New Jersey's guns could launch the equivalent of a Volkswagen a 
distance of twenty miles and he began to wonder whether or not his daughter 
could beat that.  He had always been proud of her and now that she had grown to 
become the biggest woman in the world he was even more proud of her.  In a 
contest between the New Jersey and his daughter, his fatherly pride told him to 
bet on his daughter.

	At the speed Samantha was traveling, they reached the stadium very 
quickly.  With only a moments hesitation, Samantha stepped over the walls and 
onto the playing field.  The reporters were all seated on the home team side 
centered around the fifty yard line.  Camera crews were set up on the top of the 
stadium press box and on the sidelines of the grass as well.  Suddenly 
remembering the car in her other hand, Samantha reached over the wall and placed 
the car in the stadium parking lot.  She then moved over to the center of the 
football field and stood facing the crowd.  Only in the uncomfortable silence 
that ensued did she become aware that the crowd of reporters and everyone she 
could see in the stadium was naked as she had requested.

	Mayor Anderson stepped up to a microphone that had been placed on the 
sidelines on the fifty yard line and addressed the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlemen, 
I would like to introduce you to Samantha Jacobsen, the world's tallest person, 
and a native daughter of Lincoln, Ohio.  Samantha will explain to you how this 
miracle came about and what her immediate plans are for the future.  There will 
be a question and answer session where you may, one at a time, use the 
microphone and PA system to ask Samantha your questions.  Now, with no further 
delay, here's Samantha.  We don't have a microphone for her but I don't think 
you'll have any problem hearing her.

	"Well, I'm not sure where to begin.  This is my family, my mother Anne, my 
father Bruce, and my twin brothers Doug and Dave.  My name is Samantha Jacobsen 
and yesterday, after being cut from the cheerleader squad by Coach Williams, I 
went for a long walk.  While I was walking, a tanker truck and a sports car got 
into an accident and, from what I can tell, there was a big explosion and I was 
knocked unconscious.  When I woke up, I was naked and had grown to the size I am 
right now.  My best guess is that I'm about 120 feet tall.  I haven't had much 
time to think about any future plans, other than I'd like to stay here in 
Lincoln with my family.  The town plans to build a visitor center and some 
attractions to generate income to provide me with food, clothing and shelter.  
I'm very appreciative of the gift I've been given and hope to use this gift in 
whatever way I can to help out mankind.  I guess that's about all, are there any 
questions?"

	The first reporter walked up to the microphone, "Samantha, I'm Jerry 
Springfield from the Los Angeles Times.  Would you mind laying down on the 
football field so that we can see just how tall you are?"

	"No problem,  I'm kind of curious about it myself!"  She placed her feet 
at one of the end zones and then lay down along the hash marks.  Placing her 
hand on the top of her head and holding it against the field she got up and read 
the yard position of her hand.  "My hand is just past the 43 yard line.  I guess 
that makes me 129 plus a little, call it 130, feet tall!"

	"Samantha, Rose Martin, Washington Post.  What does it feel like to be so 
big?"

	"It's almost indescribable.  At first it was kind of scary because it was 
so different.  Now its really cool.  I have such freedom, I feel like I can do 
anything! The best part is, for the first time in my life, there's no fear. Even 
though I'm naked, I feel very comfortable."

	"If that's true, could you explain to us why we had to go naked?"

	"Well, I still get a little nervous talking in front of large crowds, and 
my mom told me this little trick about imagining people naked and well I guess 
you know the rest!"

	"Samantha, Terrence Williams, CNN.  How strong are you?"

	"I don't really know.  I was able to pick up a semi truck pretty easily 
and my parents car, but other than that, I guess all I can say is that I feel 
pretty strong."

	"How much do you eat?"

	"So far, I've only had one meal since I grew, breakfast.  I ate three 
truckloads of pancakes and a truckload of drums of milk and orange juice.  It 
was pretty filling but I felt like I could have eaten more."

	"Samantha, Anne Martin, KNBC news.  How long do you plan to not wear 
clothes?"

	"Well, I never told this to anybody, but I always had a secret urge to 
visit or join a nudist colony.  I don't mind going naked and I guess I'll 
continue to do so until the weather gets colder and someone makes me some 
clothes.  Even after then though, I'll probably still prefer to go naked during 
the spring, summer and mid-fall.  I'd like to see Lincoln became the first 
clothing optional or maybe even the first nudist city in the country."

	"Why?"

	"Well I've always felt that if people went naked, there would be less 
cultural differences, people would be more friendly, and there would be a lot 
less crime.  Obviously, a naked person couldn't conceal a weapon like a knife or 
a gun!"

	"Samantha, Barbara Walters, 20-20 ABC news.  Would you mind telling us how 
you think you might be able to help mankind?"

	Samantha was a bit surprised to see a star of such magnitude as Barbara 
Walters in the buff and had to suppress a giggle. "Well I'm not really sure.  I 
guess seeing how the biggest person in the world is now a woman, I'd like to see 
some new laws enacted that eliminate the discrimination that women have had to 
put up with for so many years.  I'd also like to see tougher rape laws enacted.  
All of this is just too new to me and I haven't really given it a lot of thought 
yet."

	Several more reporters had questions, they always did, but the mayor 
decided to terminate the press conference.  He could feel that events were 
rapidly moving beyond his control.  Where had all that stuff making new laws 
come from?  He hadn't told her to say anything like that.  For the first time, 
it dawned on him, that he was not the one in control.  It was like having a 
tigress by the tail, you only thought you were controlling things until the 
tigress decided she had had enough.  Still, he had to stop the interview because 
it was jeopardizing the number of one-on-one interviews they would do. The more 
questions she answered, the less interviews there would be.  Mayor Anderson 
announced that the press conference was over and that there would be no more 
interviews until after lunch.  Samantha thanked the reporters for coming, 
stepped over the stadium wall, picked up her family's car and headed back to the 
Larson farm.  The news helicopters began following her swarming behind her like 
a small group of gnats.  She really wasn't in the mood for further public 
exposure and rapidly turned around to face the helicopters.  "I'd really 
appreciate it if my family and I could have some privacy now,  thank-you."

	"Let em have it Sam!", yelled Doug.

	"Yeah, show 'em what you got, let them know who's boss!", shouted Dave.

	None of the helicopter pilots seemed interested in disobeying a request 
from a 130 foot giantess and they all turned around and began heading for the 
small town's airport.  "Whew, that's a relief.  I think I could have blown on 
them and turned them away, but someone might have gotten hurt.  I'm just glad 
they turned around on their own!"

	"Those wimps, we'll show 'em next time Sam!  I'll bet there's plenty of 
things you could have done to teach those guys a lesson!", added Doug.

	Samantha blushed slightly thinking about her escapades with the firemen 
but did not respond.  At the moment, she felt very good.  She was walking 
briskly and covering ground at a tremendous rate.  The warm sun was shining on 
her and she felt invigorated.  If every day was going to be like this, things 
were going to be great!

	The Jacobsen family talked about how the interview had gone while they 
headed to the Larson farm.  When they got there, lunch was waiting.  Strangely, 
all that was there was the lunch,  in this case, bushel baskets of rolls,  
platters full of roast beef, and more drums of milk.  The lunch work party was 
no where in sight.  Either the breakfast work party had warned them off or they 
had heard her request to the helicopters for privacy.  Either way, Samantha was 
relieved to have a moment of solitude with just the members of her immediate 
family.

	As they ate, Samantha told her family about how much money the interviews 
were going to make and how 25% would go to them.  If everything went well, her 
family would soon be financially very well off.  Doug asked her if she meant it 
when she said the town would go nudist.   Thinking it over, she realized that 
she did mean it and she was going to tell the mayor the next time she saw him.  
There might be some resistance from the rest of the town but if her family could 
do it then so could the rest.  If they wouldn't, then she'd find a town that 
would.  After all, she was the big attraction, not the town!  Why she might even 
put together some kind of traveling show that went from city to city giving 
performances and demonstrations.  It had been silly for her to think of herself 
as being tied to Lincoln.  With the wealth they would soon be amassing, they 
could afford to live anywhere.  Her size made her a free spirit, she could not 
be constrained, nor would she.  As the saying went, the world was her oyster.

Chapter 4

	Lunch went by too quickly.  Samantha was enjoying spending the time with 
her family and was reluctant to return to the frenzied pace of interviews, 
reporters, and television cameras.  One consolation was that if things got too 
annoying she could get up and quickly walk away from it all.  There wasn't 
another person in the world who could keep up with her now if she didn't want 
them to.  It was amazing how quickly things had changed.  One minute your a 
nobody ex-cheerleader from some small mid-western town and the next your the top 
story, headlining every newspaper in the country, or maybe even the world.  
Everyone wants to know everything about you, instantly.  Was this going to be 
her Warholian 15 minutes of fame?  She didn't think so,  she had a feeling that 
the changes she had undergone and the changes she would bring about would be 
considerably more far reaching.  She was going to make her mark on the world, 
and it was going to be a very large one indeed!

	"Sam, I think you're still growing!", said her brother Doug.

	"Really?  How can you tell?"

	"Well before when we started lunch, I measured myself standing up next to 
your heel and I was a little above the top of your ankle bone, now I'm just even 
with it."

	"When I woke up this morning, I thought I had shrunk some from last night, 
but I wasn't really sure.  Maybe my height changes depending on how I feel, like 
if I'm happier like I am right now, I'm bigger than when I'm sleepy or unhappy."

	"Well, if that's true then you better not go see any comedy shows or you 
might end up over 300 hundred feet tall!"

	"And you better not make me laugh!"  Then. becoming more serious, she 
asked, " I wonder how tall I am now and if I'm ever going to stop growing?"

	"I don't know, honey,", replied her dad, " but whatever happens, I want 
you to know that were all here for you."

	"Thanks dad, you too mom, Dave and Doug.  I love you all!"

	It was time to return to the stadium for more interviews.  She felt more 
comfortable about talking to the reporters; the initial fear she had felt had 
transformed to annoyance.  Now it was more like something she had to do rather 
than something she feared doing.  Telling her parents and brothers that she 
would be OK and didn't need their family support that afternoon, she suggested 
that they meet back at the farm for dinner.  She wanted to discuss with them the 
possibility of leaving Lincoln and wanted to work out some of the details in her 
mind first before bringing it up to the rest of the family.  They agreed to meet 
for dinner and she got up and headed off for the stadium.  Once she hit the main 
highway, she was surprised to come across a roadblock consisting of two army 
tanks, some army trucks, and many soldiers.  She was a bit disconcerted to 
notice that the tanks had their turrets trained on her.  There was no way such a 
simple obstacle could stop her, after all, she didn't even have to travel by 
road, nonetheless, she walked up to the roadblock and stopped about 30 yards 
away from it with her feet apart and her hands on her hips.  Looking down past 
her tits, she could see a soldier who seemed to be in charge and called down to 
him, "What's the meaning of this!"

	The soldier held a megaphone and, craning his neck back, he pointed it up 
towards the giantesses face which was framed so nicely between her enormous 
boobs.   Staring up at her gorgeous naked body, he became lost in the grandeur 
and enormity of it.  He could see every fold and hair of her pussy, and it was 
so large, it could swallow a whole man or maybe more!  How long he stood there 
with the megaphone to his lips staring up at the stunningly gorgeous giantess he 
did not know, but his revelry was shattered by the booming voice of the 
giantess.

	"I said, what is going on here, answer me!"

	"Um, Samantha Jacobsen?"

	Samantha could not believe the stupidity of these guys.  First they put up 
this lamoid roadblock that couldn't stop a flea and then they ask her who she 
is?  Did they think that there was a whole bunch of naked giantesses running 
around the Ohio countryside?  She felt an immediate dislike for this man.  
"Excuse me, is this the train to Altoona?"

	The soldier had not grown up reading MAD magazine and did not recognize 
the all too familiar beginning to their classic MAD'S Snappy Answers to Stupid 
Questions.  Once again he asked, only this time a little more forcefully, "Look 
lady, I don't know nothing about any trains, I got a job to do and step one is 
identification.   Now, are you Samantha Jacobsen?"

	"Yes, I'm Samantha Jacobsen.  What do you want little man?"

	"I'm general Armstrong and I have been given orders to take you to Fort 
Anderson.  You will immediately follow us to the fort and wait there pending 
further orders."

	"And just whose orders are those?"

	"My orders come directly from the Pentagon."

	"And what if I don't want to go?"

	"Miss Jacobsen, I am fully authorized to use whatever force necessary, up 
to and including lethal force, to ensure your compliance."

	Samantha was really losing her patience now.  She hadn't been a giantess 
for very long but already she did not like being ordered around by some little 
insignificant pip-squeak.  "Look here, little man, do you really believe your 
puny little tanks are enough to stop me?  In case you haven't noticed, I'm not 
your typical teenage girl!  What if I just happened to take a step forward and 
squashed one of those tanks with my foot?  Do you think you could stop me?"

	"That would be destruction of federal property and it would be a federal 
offense.  There would be a hearing and you most likely would go to jail."

	"Look, you moron, do you really think they have a jail big enough to hold 
me?  I have some interviews to do in town and I'm going to give you two minutes 
to pack it up and leave."  Samantha  could have merely walked around them but 
this guy had ticked her off and now she wanted to make a point and have them 
leave, preferably with their tails between their legs.

	"Miss Jacobsen, we have our orders and we cannot leave without you, now 
please, you will end this unpleasantness and follow us immediately to Fort 
Anderson."

	Samantha could not believe that these guys were standing up to her.  Since 
this was her first encounter with the military, how she reacted would probably 
dictate how things would go from then on.  If she gave in now, that would be it.  
At best she'd probably end up in some big airplane hanger, permanently drugged 
into a state of constant stupor, and endlessly studied by teams of medical 
doctors.  She would not let that happen.  She was going to make a stand and 
teach these stupid little soldiers a lesson.  That lesson would get back to the 
Pentagon and they would learn that they couldn't push her around.  "You can't 
make me go with you to Fort Anderson if I don't want to!  To prove that, I'm 
going to give you a little demonstration of just how strong I am. You men there 
in that tank, you have ten seconds to get out before I flatten it!"

	"Hold your posts!", shouted the general, however his order was drowned out 
by the counting of the giantess.  The men in the tanks were uncertain which tank 
she was talking about but they weren't about to take any chances, either.  Both 
tanks were empty by the time she reached eight and at ten Samantha took a single 
step over to one of the tanks and squashed it, rather unceremoniously, flat with 
her foot.  There was no explosion or any fire just a flattened hunk of metal 
with liquids oozing out.  Strangely, Samantha felt no pleasure in her 
demonstration.

	The general, however, was incensed.  "That's destruction of federal 
property!  I warned you that doing so was a federal offense.  Miss Jacobsen, I 
am placing you under military arrest!"

	Samantha then turned to the general and squatted down over him.  "I've had 
just about enough of you, little man.  My upbringing won't let me harm anyone, 
but it doesn't stop me from embarrassing them and teaching them a lesson!"  With 
a wicked grin on her face she asked him, "Tell me general,  is it also a federal 
offense to give you a shower?"  Samantha then let a small burst of pee go and 
was rewarded with the sight of the general being knocked onto his butt and 
completely drenched in pee.  She laughed uproariously at the sight, causing 
several more squirts, as did several of the general's men.

	The general was now livid.  Being a general, he was not used to his orders 
not being followed or being publicly humiliated.  "You'll be sorry you did that, 
you giant bitch!", he yelled up at Samantha.  Then he took out his walkie-talkie 
which was fortunately waterproof and hastily spoke into it, "Beanstalk, 
Beanstalk, this is Jumping Jack, repeat, Jumping Jack.  All units engage, 
engage, engage!  Attack plan Alpha, repeat, attack plan Alpha!  Target and fire 
at will!  All right gentlemen, lets toast this bitch!"  Then he ran for cover in 
anticipation of the fireworks to come.

	Upon hearing the general's orders several units began peeling back the 
camouflage that had been concealing them.  Samantha's levity at having peed on 
the general immediately ceased as now she saw that there was far more than the 
two tanks.  How could she have been so stupid?  She should have known that they 
would have brought more than just the two tanks.  She was thinking of 
surrendering  just as the first of the tanks started firing.   Simultaneously, 
fighter planes buzzed by her so loudly she crouched down and covered her ears.  
Explosions began erupting all around her and she could feel the rounds exploding 
against her body.  Curiously, though, she felt no pain, only that funny tingling 
sensation again throughout her entire body.  The rate of rounds hitting her, 
planes buzzing her on their bombing runs,  and explosions reached a feverish 
pitch and she was having trouble breathing with all the smoke.  Abruptly, the 
explosions halted and the jets ceased buzzing her.  Samantha's ears were ringing 
and her body was tingling with electricity.  Strangely, she felt no pain, in 
fact, she felt exhilarated as if she was bursting with nervous energy.  The 
smoke began clearing and she stood up.  At her full height, she was easily above 
the smoke clouds.  She looked around for the tanks and the general but at first 
she couldn't see them.  Taking a big breath she blew away the smoke that was 
still hanging around her legs.  As the smoke cleared enough so that she could 
see the road, she gasped with surprise.  Whereas before the road had been about 
two and a half feet wide, it was now less than a foot!  She had more than 
doubled her size!  The reason she hadn't seen the tanks anymore was because she 
had been looking too far away.  As she looked closer to where she was standing, 
she could now see them.  They looked like little toys and were so tiny now she 
didn't think they could possibly hurt her.  But how had she grown so much 
bigger?

	With sudden insight she realized that somehow she had absorbed the energy 
from the tank shells and the bombs and in doing so she had grown.  It had all 
started with the tanker truck explosion.  Instead of being killed by the 
explosion, she had absorbed it and that had caused her to grow to one hundred 
and thirty feet.  The more energy she absorbed, the bigger she grew. Doug had 
been right about her still growing, just being out in the sunshine caused her to 
grow slowly and during the night she slowly shrank.  She began laughing because 
the army, in their infinite wisdom, in trying to stop her had made her even more 
unstoppable.

	She looked around for the general and found him hiding behind the tank in 
the road she hadn't squashed.  She squatted down to talk to him again and he 
began cowering behind the tank.   "Don't worry, I'm not going to pee on you 
again.  I'm so big now even a little squirt might drown you!  I just wanted to 
thank you for making me even bigger.  You tell your friends back in the Pentagon 
not to worry about sending out more troops to get me, I'm going to be visiting 
them real soon on my own!"  Laughing, she strode on towards town.  A great 
weight had been lifted.  She had always been concerned that someone would use 
weapons to force her to do something she did not want to and now she knew that 
even the army couldn't stop her.  If anyone used force against her, all it would 
do is just make her bigger.  

	With a level of confidence that Samantha had never known or felt before, 
she headed towards town.  She knew now with conviction that she was going to 
make changes, big changes, and the world would have no choice but to listen to 
her and accept them. This was only the beginning.