“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…..TO BE CONTINUED.
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