Maria comes home from her friend Cloe's place and closes the door to her room once inside. Her room is practically any young boy's worst nightmare: a sea of Barbie pink and cutesy things. She's thought about asking her mom to paint her room a different color, as she's since grown out of the girly pink phase from when she was 5, but she hasn't gotten around to doing that yet. She isn't even sure what color she should ask for. Or even if she should bother.
The 13 year old brunette with soft green eyes has always adored anything cute. She's followed Pokemon with a passion since she was old enough to play, and has the most recently released game in the franchise, all because they're "soooo CUTE!" If it's cute in her eyes, she's probably swooned over it. More than once. Her mother sometimes felt it a miracle her daughter could even make it out of her room due to the veritable armada of adorable plush toys and such and her tendency to swoon over them. However, very few know just how far Maria's obsession goes...
Maria's secret desire is to become a huge, sexy giantess. She's had this want for as long as she can remember. The bigger the better, as then she could take care of more adorable tiny people both in the town she was born and raised in and elsewhere. The sexy part is because she feels it might put people's minds at greater ease, and because it sounds right to her. At 5'3" and with eye-catching B cup breasts already, Maria feels her body is already well on its way to her dreams...though it's with sadness that she recognizes she'll be lucky if she clears 6 feet by the time she's an adult and stops growing.
Granted, Maria would also love some other powers and abilities to go with being huge. Tiny people would more than likely make her swoon, or turn her on and make a mess everywhere, and THE most important thing to her was to not hurt those she wanted to take care of. Might be hard if she's so big she squishes them like bugs between her fingers by mistake...or falling on top of the buildings. And not having to worry about clothes would be awesome. Hey, if it's an impossible dream, Maria wants to at least have her idea of style to it!
At least, up until now she's thought her dream to be impossible. Her BFF, Cloe, told her today that she might have found something that might just make both their dreams come true. Cloe is into some of the same things as Maria, though not nearly as strongly. But she too has always wanted to be a huge giantess to stick with her friend, and the kind of power to protect anyone attracts her greatly. She's more of a tomboy, however, and while likes the idea of having curves...putting her in a skirt or dress is about the worst punishment she can imagine. Maria trusts Cloe with her life, so her news excites the young brunette.
A few hours pass while Maria is deep in thought without her really noticing. "Maria! Time for dinner!" Maria's mom calls up the stairs. She looks almost exactly an adult version of her daughter, though her eyes are hazel and not green. Maria's father died of cancer over a year ago, and up until he passed away he never lost the twinkle in his green eyes. But before he left, he said that he had left a little present for his daughter to find. Maybe it has something to do with what Cloe has found?
"Okay, mom! I'm coming!" Maria shouts back, and happily heads down to the kitchen for dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs, her favorite! It's messy, but oh so fun to eat, and her dream may require her to get a bit dirty anyhow so why be bothered by not being perfectly clean all the time? She wants to be a giantess, not a princess! Her glittery purple painted fingernails are soon covered in tomato sauce, as is her childishly pretty face. Her mom chuckles at the mess Maria's made of herself and points her to the paper towels on the counter, which Maria complies to go use once she's finished eating.
"Hey, mom? What would you think of me if I were...I dunno, really big?" Maria asks out of curiosity an hour after dinner. She's already set on her dream and her mother would get further talking to a rock trying to convince her otherwise.
"I'd be...very concerned for your health, but if you want to gain weight, I guess I would just have to live with that." her mom replies.
"No no no! Not big like that, I mean really tall! Like a giant!" Maria corrects, trying not to give away her long held desire too quickly.
"A giantess, dear? As long as it wasn't for world domination or some other selfish reason that would make you practically a monster, I'd be proud that my daughter was such a big and caring girl! You know, I think you and I have similar interests." her mom says, smiling.
"We...we do?" Maria asks, hoping this isn't some joke.
"Sure, kiddo! You like things that are little compared to you, I like things big compared to me as long as they're not harmful! Your father knew of this and loved me just the same as he had before. Now, wash up young lady! It's nearly time for you to go to bed!" her mom tells her, and Maria gives the expected groan. She'd be able to go to bed whenever she wants when she's older, but for now the 13 year old has to be in bed by a certain time every night.
The next morning, Maria wakes up and gets dressed in her favorite pink shirt and cyan short skirt. Just because she's grown out of the girly pink phase doesn't mean she no longer likes pink, merely it doesn't have to dominate everything of hers. She heads next door to her friend Cloe's place and is very quickly greeted by the slightly shorter girl with black hair kept no lower than her shoulders. Cloe's chest is about as well developed as Maria's but is overall clearly more athletically built from running and playing sports whenever she can. A white T-shirt and blue jean shorts comprise her attire. Not even socks. "Hi Maria! So, you wanna see what the goo news is about?" she asks.
"Well let me think for a - yes!" Maria replies with barely contained excitement.
"Alright, just hang on. If this works, outgrowing the house would totally be a bad start, so I'll show you out here." Cloe informs Maria and then zips back inside. After a minute of clanging, bangs, and the occasional string of expletives that would make a sailor blush, Cloe returns with...something.
"What...is it?" Maria asks, not quite knowing what she's looking at. It seems to be just an ordinary black box.
Cloe happily opens the box, and reveals its contents...
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