Chapter 1

OK, now when I roll the camera, I want you to pick up the tree, sniff it and toss at the line of cars to your right," the film director asked of Kerri. It had been a long day of shooting in a cramped basement and production was wrapping on yet another fine giant woman movie. Eager to oblige, Kerri assumed a sprawled out position on the street of the model city, overturned model cars and toy soldiers strewn about from the filming of previous scenes.

"And ... Action!" Kerri gingerly lifted the toy tree up from the sidewalk that fronted one of many model office buildings erected around her 5'4" frame. The toy city gave the illusion Kerri was some 500 feet tall. Kerri closely examined the tree, playing up the part of a giant woman terrorizing yet another city as she smiled in satisfaction down to one matchbox car. YOU CAN'T STOP ME, Kerri purred down to the toy people, hamming it for the camera as she tossed the object over her shoulder. "And ... cut," the director snapped. "That was awesome, Kerri. Thanks for another great job!"

"OK, that was pretty cool. Awesome, actually (Kerri smiling). Gosh, when will editing be completed?" Kerri asked as she wrapped her bikini-clad body in a bath robe. "Mega Kerri 2.0 will probably be edited and posted for sale in two weeks," the director assured her. "The effects, video, audio will blow everyone away."

Kerri was satisfied with her work and the pay, but anxiously awaiting a well-deserved vacation of sand and sun in the California resort town of Pleasanton, a popular destination for sun worshippers near the border with Mexico and within a short driving distance of Kelston, a large California city with a population of 5 million known for its vibrant downtown and active nightlife along the Kelston River.

Kerri had arranged for a car service to pick her up directly from the shoot. She had packed her belongings the night before since her flight left that night at 8PM. "This is gonna be so relaxing and I can't wait to fit into my new bikini," Kerri thought to herself as the car approached the airport. As the driver unloaded her luggage from the trunk and placed them on the curb for check-in, Kerri couldn't help but notice two men staring in her direction, obviously chatting about her. "Shit, betcha they've seen too many giantess movies. Hope they don't bother me," Kerri mumbled to herself.

Having checked in and completed screening without being recognized or bothered, Kerri settled in at her gate, nestled in her seat as she absorbed herself in a chic lit novel she picked up at the gift shop. Then it happened. Half way through page ten of the Friendship Test, the two eerie men casually walked up to Kerri, smiling from ear to ear as Kerri tried like hell to not notice them. Kerri was mortified. "God, I'm almost on the beach, why must I be bothered?" Kerri thought to herself as the men stood before her. "Ms. Taylor, we loved you in Mega Kerri, when are you gonna be makin' the sequel?" the one man asked as he sat down next to an uncomfortable Kerri. "Uh, that's nice you like it. The sequel should be coming out soon, but not before I go on vacation. In fact, I'm feeling a little under the weather and I really shouldn't be socializing," Kerri spoke softly, face blushing.

"Oops!" the other man still standing cried out as he accidentally spilled a gooey substance on Kerri. "What the hell is that stuff?" Kerri belted out in disgust as she wiped the goop off her arm. "Gross, how did you get past security with that shit?" "Please, just leave me alone," Kerri pleaded as her face turned angry.

The two men left in an awkward hurry, surely embarrassed at leaving a poor first impression on a person they admired.

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"Aaah, finally!" Kerri sighed to herself as she lay back on her soft raft in the waters off the Pleasanton beach. The warm water and 85 degree temperature made her forget that it was Monday morning, that millions in the nearby city dredged off to work, and other burdening responsibilities...

Kerri had already applied a generous helping of buttermilk sun lotion to protect her silky skin from the radiant sun's intense glow. Dark hair pulled back in a cute ponytail, her lips glowed from the cocoanut gloss needed to prevent them from chapping from the heat. But mostly, Kerri relished showing off her new Victoria's Secret bikini, a halter top and lo-rise bottom in a beachy, fashionable floral pattern. It was a no-brainer purchase. A pink flower she purchased at the hotel, was neatly tucked in her hair. Kicking back, Kerri adjusted the volume on her iPhone as Gwen Stefani sang into her ear. The gentle breeze brewed up hypnotic waves that rocked Kerri's baby blue inflatable raft and put the content bathing beauty into a deep sleep.

Only 10:30 A.M., Kerri had been asleep now for an hour as the warm currents of Kelston Bay gradually carried her out further from the beach. The further out she floated, the deeper in sleep she fell. The deep rest seemed to trigger a reaction, one that made the woman's arms, legs and other body parts stretch and lengthen. The area of her arm that had been splattered the night before pulsated as even her raft and iPhone enlarged in proportion to Kerri's growth. An observer from the air might not be the wiser as to just how big she had just grown, the open water providing little means of comparison or proportion.

Now in an isolated section of the bay as she glided slowly toward the mouth of the Kelston River, Kerri was a sight of contentment. The only sounds within in her immediate vicinity were the tussle of waves and a light snore escaping from her mouth and nose. The sounds of traffic and bustle of the big city, still distant, were about to greet a most relaxed woman.

May Day!, May Day!, Coast Guard requests assistance. There is a large object floating in the water and is overtaking our vessel. I repeat, May Day! we are issuing a distress call!" It was all in vein. The Coast Guard rescue ship was blindsided by the mysterious object, wrestling it and its crew beneath the water's surface with cruel efficiency, leaving nothing more than bubbles on the water's surface in its wake.

"Oh my god, you wouldn't believe what my boyfriend did to me in bed last night," Jessica, wide-eyed and excited exclaimed to Shauna sitting across from her as they started their lunch at the restaurant Pri Jardin, sun glistening outside their window. "Oh, betcha not better than the night I had," Shauna teased. "Well, he started to ... ya know ... what's the matter?" Jessica inquired of Shauna, head turned and eyes glued toward the direction of the window. "Holy shit, what in the fuck is that?" Jessica and Shauna joined several other patrons as they approached the restaurant's large window that looked over the Kelston River. The sound of clanking utensils was replaced by gasps and awes.

"Sir, I am begging you and the rest of these people to avoid the city streets and park your car. These roads are closed. If you refuse to obey, you will be arrested, ' the officer scolded a driver of an SUV. "Oh, I don't know what's going on, but I have a very important meeting in 15 minutes," the angry motorist whined to his passenger. "Shit, I guess I'll just have to walk." "Sir, sir, what seems to be the trouble? Why are all the roads backed up? I need to get across town for to meet my parents at the hospital," a young female college student pleaded. "We are merely talking precautions regarding an oil tanker that has run aground along the Kelston. Please be patient," the officer bravely lied to the driver.

"Cool, Ok keep going. I'm amazed how fast all this traffic is moving across this bridge this morning. God, I've never seen so many cars and trucks move so quickly at this hour," Joe boasted to his wife, Emma, as the couple made their way downtown for an afternoon ballgame. BOOM. "Watch out!" Emma shouted as the bridge shook with heart-stopping jolt as several cars traveling in front of them steered out of control, colliding into each other. One such vehicle veered into the guardrail at high speed landing with front wheels suspended over the Kelston River. "That felt like an earthquake. Holy shit!" Aftershocks continued to vibrate across the four lane concrete bridge, the sensation like waves to passengers on a ship.

Joe and Emma sat stunned for about thirty seconds, observing the wrecked cars in front of them, when Joe peered into his rearview mirror to see hoards of people exiting their cars and trucks, some running, other milling about in a state of curiosity. "What is going on?" Joe asked as his heart raced. "I'm not waiting around to see what happens," Joe heard one woman mutter ass she passed his vehicle in a panic. "Gee, do you smell that?" Emma asked.

MMM, UH, OOOH! MMMPH. The sounds of a semi-conscious Kerri softly blanketed the immediate vicinity on the vast suspended roadway. Subdued conversations and rustling cell phone cameras on the bridge's surface replaced the rumble of cars as people gathered cautiously at the bridge's sidewalk that separated them from the water's surface twenty feet below. "What do you think happened to her?" a girl asked of her boyfriend. "She's ginormous."

OOOH, Huh, Kerri puffed as she began to wake from a deeper-than-normal sleep. Her raft, which was so big all the vehicles on the roadway seemed like model cars in comparison, had nestled against the bridge in a parallel fashion. Its 200 feet of baby blue rubber spanned a fifth of the bridge's length as Kerri's arm relaxed on the float's arm rests, seemingly inches from gawking motorists and their cars. Cell phone cameras continued to shutter as some people began to back away. Kerri's fingers began to claw and curl as her eyelids flickered. People were spooked when Kerri's impossibly long legs shifted and rubbed against the raft, creating a loud krrplurp sound. The scene was quiet enough to make out the sexy sounds of Gwen Stefani on Kerri's iPhone, which remarkably continued to pipe music into the giant's ears. The air was saturated with aroma of buttermilk sun lotion. Some people were blinded by the intense reflection of the sun off of Kerri's silky skin. Others could make out their reflection on Kerri's rock hard stomach as they watched rivers formed by the combination of sweat and lotion meander and flow around her belly button and drop onto the moist raft.

WITH A FLICK OF THE WRIST

Kerri's bold lashes fluttered in a seeming flash as her big brown eyes made direct contact with all the people on the bridge as she woke from slumber. Startled by the presence of so many people in an unfamiliar place, this wasn't any beach she immediately reasoned, Kerri's left wrist flailed, as her lengthy fingers, accented with perfectly painted fingernails, chafed the roadway, sending a pickup truck and a sports car into the air, landing on several other vehicles, injuring ten people. Kerri, now rubbing her eyes, watched in awe as people ran and screamed in the opposite direction. Kerri's eyes bulged in simple disbelief as she took in the small world around her. It was reminiscent of the many giantess videos she shot for Giantesszone, but these were real people, real buildings, and real cars.

WHERE THE HELL AM I? Kerri insisted outwardly. Kerri studied the flames that ensued from the wreck she had just caused as she again rubbed her eyes and adjusted her bikini. No stranger to playing a giant, an incredulous smile came over the bathing behemoth. Police choppers buzzed over head as police on foot descended upon the bridge as Kerri eyed their moves. Relatively unshaken, Kerri calmly asked, WHAT DID YOU PEOPLE DO TO ME? "Ma'am, please remain still as we try to figure a way to help you," one brave police officer on the bridge assured her.

Bravery would be needed. Kerri was now somewhere between 125 and 150 feet tall. SURE THING. YOU PEOPLE FIGURE IT OUT, Kerri smiled. Kerri resumed a reclining position on her raft as Gwen continued grinding out tunes for her pleasure, all the while watching as police and EMT's attended to the wounded, the moans of the injured people occasionally overpowering the pop beats pumping in her soft ears. The gentle bump and shake of the river put Kerri in a pampered state as she sighed with an AAAaah.

NEXT TIME ON MS. TAYLOR'S WORLD...

Kerri leaned forward lazily as she remembered the shiny gold Victoria's Secret beach tote bag between her legs. GOSH, EVERYTHING GREW, Kerri marveled aloud as police and others still on the bridge jumped at her booming voice. Kerri rifled through the tote and pulled out a banana, which itself had grown to roughly 20 feet. GOD, THIS SUCKER IS HUGE, Kerri laughed as she peeled back the fruit, releasing a pungent banana aroma. Caressing her stomach in satisfaction, Kerri...

... and latest reports have her at 141 feet tall. Surveyors have been flying over head taking measurements ... stay tuned to KHYT for more on this incredible story. "See if you can find out more. I can't believe a giant woman has invaded the city," Pam gushed to her roommate Tanya as she tuned the car radio dial to another station. "It's 12 Noon. KRES 1019 AM Radio has just received more information on Ms Kerri Taylor, the sunbathing- tourist-turned-giant. What authorities know so far is limited, but somewhere out in the Kelston Bay, the brunette 26-year old Ms. Taylor, clad in a nothing more than a bikini, and in a deep slumber on her pool raft transformed from a 5'4'' woman into a monstrous 140 foot giant.

Eyewitnesses say that Ms. Taylor drifted in the bay, where it encountered a Coast Guard boat, crashing into it with such force, the vessel sank. The crewmembers were later rescued ["We couldn't believe our eyes, we, ya know, just called out an emergency, this enormous blue float with a giant lady on it came at us so quick ... she was just out cold or sleeping or something," one of the crew stated on record for KRES Radio]. More troubling for authorities now is that the 200' raft carrying the young sunbather has drifted into the mouth of the Kelston River and has snagged itself along one of the largest bridges on the winding waterway. Police and EMT are rescuing several motorists injured when Ms. Taylor made contact with the bridge. Police have urged people to remain calm."

A few times I've been around that track

So it's not just gonna happen like that

Because I ain't no hollaback girl

I ain't no hollaback girl

So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers

No principals, no student-teachers

Both of us want to be the winner, but there can only be one

So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all

Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you

That's right I'm the last one standing, another one bites the dust

Kerri, lightly tapping her feet to the beats and mouthing the lyrics under her breath, leaned forward lazily as she remembered the shiny gold Victoria's Secret beach tote bag between her legs. GOSH, EVERYTHING GREW, Kerri marveled aloud as police and others still on the bridge jumped at her booming voice. Kerri rifled through the tote and pulled out her $200 pair of Oakley sunglasses and a banana, which itself had grown to roughly 20 feet. GOD, THIS SUCKER IS HUGE, Kerri laughed as she applied her sunglasses over her eyes and peeled back the fruit, releasing a pungent banana aroma. Caught up in the moment, Kerri sang along out loud...

A few times I've been around that track

So it's not just gonna happen like that

Because I ain't no hollaback girl

I ain't no hollaback girl

Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit

Let me hear you say this shit is bananas

B-A-N-A-N-A-S

(This shit is bananas)

(B-A-N-A-N-A-S)

Again

This shit is bananas

B-A-N-A-N-A-S

(This shit is bananas)

(B-A-N-A-N-A-S)

A few times I've been around that track

So it's not just gonna happen like that

Because I ain't no hollaback girl

I ain't no hollaback girl

So caught up in the moment she was, munching on a giant banana, rocking out and gazing at the people and traffic just 2,000 feet from her on the Downtown Expressway, the giant hadn't yet seen through her Oakley sunglasses to her left, several police officers waving their hand up to her. Finally, one police officer sounded a loud screeching siren, its high pitch squeal piercing through the funky beats blasting in Kerri's ear. With mouth stuffed with banana, Kerri picked the earbuds from her lobes as her oversized Oakley's gaped at the roadway. WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE MATTER? AM IN THE WAY? I'VE BEEN WATCHING, AND NOTICED MOST PEOPLE ARE BEING HELPED. (Pointing to two overturned cars) IF YOU WANT I CAN REACH OVER THERE AND TURN THOSE CARS OVER FOR YOU. "Ma'am, we don't mean to disturb your enjoyment, but we need to ask you not to shift and gyrate in your raft, since the movement is creating waves that are hitting up against the bridge's supports and rocking the roadway. The tow trucks are having a hard time moving cars. And people are losing their balance."

Kerri sat in her raft stunned as she processed what the policeman said, only the peaceful sound of the river water smacking against her raft answered back. Giant Kerri was amazed that such ordinary movements could produce such awesome effects. As she scanned the bridge's surface, taking in several ambulances, police cars and rescue vehicles tending to wrecked and overturned cars, it finally occurred to her that this was no "Mega Kerri 2.0" video shoot or other fun video on KerriGiantess.com, these were real accidents, real people going to the hospital.

With a large chunk of banana tucked in her cute cheeks, Kerri struggled to find the right words at such a crossroads moment; officers in uniform, helpless motorists in tiny cars juxtaposed the jumbo sunbather in a bikini, pampering herself, pretending that the world has not changed. UM, OK, IF YOU NEED ... the stringy portions of the banana had caught in Kerri's throat, as the 140 foot female coughed and hawed to find the next sentence. Kerri fisted her chest to clear her airways.

Pam and Tanya followed closely behind a large tractor trailer as they rolled down the Downtown Expressway at roughly 40 mph. "God, Pam, could imagine being that tall. Shit, things I could get done and, think, I could have any man I wanted," Tanya sighed. "Yeah, that would be totally hot," Pam pondered. "Watch out!," Tanya cried as Pam slammed on the brakes. The large truck in front of them had slowed down precipitously as its trailer began to jackknife. The loud yawn of 18 wheels grinding to a stop on the pavement was followed by the crashing sound of several cars colliding with the now overturned trailer. The culprit was seemingly innocuous, yet foreboding; Kerri, sunbathing goddess had successfully coughed up the banana strings, but the ensuing force catapulted the banana chunk she was indulging onto the roadway, directly in the path of the 18-wheeler. The truck tried to swerve and miss the four foot high, four foot wide stump that once was under a ripe banana peel, but the vehicle hit it head-on, catching pound after pound of fruit in its axles, tires and brakes as the driver struggled in vein to correct the situation. Banana, its moistness accented with the saliva of the giant, spread like margarine all over the roadway. Cars, one after the other skid and scattered at high speeds as the air filled with the punctuated sounds of metal on metal, pandemonium as palpable as the pungent bouquet of banana and saliva in the midst of chaos. Up to a quarter-mile of once orderly moving traffic looked like a jumble of matchsticks as people and cars were tangled and strewn.

A small curl of a smile emanated from the corner of her glossy lips. Kerri sat in back in her raft as she watched the whole disaster play out through her sexy Oakley's, only her bare feet in the foreground blocked her view partially. Moving her right foot over, she made out the overturned trailer that separated from it cab. "This is no giantess video, these special affects are a lot better!" Kerri thought to herself. Feeling ever pampered, she bit off another large chunk of banana, turned to the tiny people on the bridge, whet her lips as she lightly pointed to the ensuing commotion a few football fields away and suggested, I COULD TOTALLY HELP THOSE PEOPLE IF YOU'D LIKE. Giggling with creativity, THEY SEEM TO BE GOING ... BANANAS? UH, I'M TOO MUCH, Kerri gasped as she rolled her eyes with a cute smile. BUT IF YOU INSIST I SIT HER AND WATCH ALL YOU LITTLE PEOPLE COME THEIR RESCUE, THEN SUIT YOUR PUNY SELVES.

Kerri leaned back, sighed as she lazily crossed her legs and pushed her sunglasses higher on the bridge of her nose. As though she forgot to turn off a hot iron, the 140 foot beauty plugged the music player's earbuds back in her ear with utmost urgency, lip-syncing and luxuriating in...

A few times I've been around that track

So it's not just gonna happen like that

Because I ain't no hollaback girl

I ain't no hollaback girl

Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit

Let me hear you say this shit is bananas

B-A-N-A-N-A-S

(This shit is bananas)

Ain't no Hollaback Girl ... Ain't No Hollaback Girl... [Ring, Ring]... [Ring, Ring] ... THIS BETTER BE GOOD, Kerri mumbled quietly to herself as the mesmerizing music was interrupted by a call on her new iPhone. HELLO?, OMIGOD, I TOTALLY WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU. The sounds of tiny police cars starting up and ambulances' buzzing sirens in the background. I WAS A LITTLE PISSED, BEACAUSE, I HAVEN'T EVEN GIVEN MY BOYFRIEND THIS NUMBER YET AND TO BE HONEST I'M IN NO MOOD FOR CALLS ... I'M SUNBATHING AFTERALL. "Thought and old friend could use some go old girly girl gossip," the voice on the other line bubbled. SO I'M JUST RAFTING IN THE WATER AND ... Kerri chatted on about small matters, sex with the boyfriend, beauty tips as the world around her seemed to fall apart.

ADVICE FROM THE EXPERT

SO, KELLY, WHAT DO YOU THINK I SHOULD DO NOW? Kelly Cole was probably the last person on earth Kerri should have been asking for advice; like Rodan asking Godzilla for help in saving Tokyo. Kelly Cole is the star in the website, Giantesszone's most popular video, "Day of the Goddess," the Gone with the Wind of giant woman videos. Kelly had been watching the breaking television news as she sat in a hot bath in her home back in the east coast. Kelly was excited to try the new flat panel television that she had affixed to the bath's walls. Loving the part of the giant woman herself, but feeling sorry for all the people hurt on the highway, Kelly felt compelled to offer some advice to the young giant; her mantra, "scare the crap out of people, but limit the casualties," Kelly offered. "You don't have to do very much to enjoy yourself, just go about your business, save the people on the highway, sunbath, talk giant shit to them and ... and may be go shopping as they fret over what to do about your 140 foot ass," laughing at the silliness of the conversation and the predicament. "You don't have to go Godzilla to have fun. Now, if I were you and wanted to win over some pretty pissed off people, I would mossy on over to that highway where that large pile-up is and start rescuing a few people or 100. The news reports say that you created a 50-car pile-up " Kelly said soothingly as she caressed her shoulders with the bath sponge.

The police on the bridge beside the collasal Kerri listened intently to her end of the call as helicopters above used ultra-sensitive microphones to hone in on the other half of the conversation from Kelly. Kerri was bothered by the chopper; "first of all, I need to get those helicopters to stop listening to us girls", Kerri whispered softly, sarcastically with a smile. "From what I can see there are two of them and they are really annoying." With Kelly still on the phone, Kerri rolled her lips, open palm to her mouth and cocked her head back to a pinpoint view of one of the police helicopters no more than 50 feet overhead. One chopper attempted to back off as the pilot could see what was coming. Too late as Kerri's air-filled lungs and glossy luscious lips conspired like criminals and whipped up a warm feminine whisk of wind that whirled its way to the chopper with precarious purpose. The sunglass be-speckled giant kept up her puckered posture for no more than a minute...

"May Day!, May Day!, Help," the pilot and co-pilot cried out from the sky. The chopper lost control, heading straight for the water no farther than 25 feet from Kerri's pretty pedicure. However, the chopper recovered just feet from the water, rising again quickly. NOW, THAT WAS JUST A WARNING. PLEASE KEEP OUT OF MY SPACE. Kerri waved to them in a friendly, conciliatory fashion.

But whirlwinds remained, congregating a where the chopper was now perched, creating a vacuum in the air space. Kerri watched as the chopper righted itself, then, as she noshed on yet another helping of banana, gazed in girlish wonder as the chopper's blades lost lift and came splashing down into the water like a rock. OMIGOD! Turning to the police on the bridge as she cringend, I JUST WANTED THEM TO GO AWAY. Coast Guard boats dashed to help. The police were less than convinced of Kerri's concern for the choppers and were getting pissed off, a fact not lost on the giant herself, but nonetheless continued chomping on banana without a care in the world. Assured the pilots were being helped, Kerri lay back in her raft, continuing her giant plans with Kelly. OOPSY, GIANT ME ALMOST DROWNED SOME PEOPLE, Kerri blushed to Kelly. YOU WERE SAYING... ?

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