JENNIE & JULIE: 100' GALS ON THE RAMPAGE

INTRO

“Ring Ring”…”Hello,” Jennie Rotman-Ramirez groggily answered the phone in a sleepy stupor. It was 2PM, but Jennie hadn’t gotten to bed until the wee hours of the morning due to a hectic photo shoot the night before that lasted some eight hours. “Yup, those are the latest photos on my website. They’re current as of yesterday,” Jennie assured as she rubbed her eyes and searched for a pad of paper and a pen on her nightstand. “Yes, I could do that. Right now I’m home here in Philadelphia, but I could easily get on a plane and be in Centertown as soon as you’d like. That would be great if you could book my travel arrangements for me,” Jennie said with delightful surprise.

The 27-year-old Latina cutie could hardly catch her breath from the excitement as she hung up the phone. The petite professional model had just accepted an invitation to shoot for Ms. Glamour Magazine, one of the most sought after fashion magazine shoots in the country. Only the prestige of Cosmo rivaled it. Excitement and anticipation overcame exhaustion as she speed-dialed her close friend, Julie. “Omigod!” Jennie belted through the phone to her friend. “I can’t believe it! I just got the most incredible phone call! Ms. Glamour wants me for a shoot tomorrow in Centertown. I’ve never done a body painting gig before, so this should be really fun. This is like the most incredible opportunity a girl could ask for!” Jennie declared. She could hardly contain herself. “That is totally cool!” Julie beamed with glee and congratulated her long time friend. “I’ve been on a roll..my bookings just keep coming..”

Julie bestowed more congrats and inquired more about a video shoot the following week. “I’m so proud of you. But what I’d like to hear more about is that video you’re shooting next week where you become a giant in a city. That sounds so awesomely fun!” Julie marveled. “Yeah, I’m shooting for a guy at a video website called Giantesszone. His videos are all about the giantess fetish, where girls act out being giants in these model cities. I just love the concept and the thought of walking around the set with all the miniature buildings, cars and people seemed so cool to me. I just have to try it at least once.” Jennie confessed. “Hmm, may be I’ll try it next,” Julie mused, almost seriously.

The rest of the day, Jennie spent her time doing routine chores; laundry, paying bills and packing her bags. She capped off the evening with a relaxing bath, her iPhone caressing her ears with her favorite tunes as she soaked in the tub, aromatic candles wafting soft scents in the air. The next morning, Ms. Glamour’s arranged car service met the lovely Jennie at her home at 4:30AM for a one-hour flight at 6AM to Centertown. Being glamorous wasn’t all fun and games, the photo shoot began at 11 AM and it would take several hours for hair, make-up and, of course, the body-painting.

Jennie proceeded to the airport, through security and aboard a first-class flight in an emotional haze; no doubt she was pooped from the whirlwind of activity. Arriving in Centertown, the limo driver greeted the young woman at the exit, took her bags and escorted her to the waiting sleek black Lincoln Town Car. Jennie had been to Centertown only a couple of times; the city had a massive population, a large and bustling city center and a beautiful river that snaked through it all, but never quite caught on like New York City. “Why couldn’t Ms. Glamour have been headquartered in New York? It would’ve been great to see a Broadway show, Times Square ‘n shit.” Jennie pondered to herself.

Within 20 minutes, Jennie was being dropped off at the Ms. Glamour photo studio, a small one-story warehouse just outside downtown and only three miles from their worldwide headquarters. Jennie wasn’t impressed with the exterior. “Looks like my friend’s apartment building in Brooklyn,” Jennie mused. However, when the beautiful woman entered the studio’s frosted-glass doors, she was floored. The cool air smelled of a hint of exotic flowers, quickly soothing Jennie’s soft skin on this steamy hot summer day; natural light courtesy of numerous skylights livened her mood and gave the studio an ultra modern/minimalist feel.

“Ah, I see you made it. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Brian Erton with Ms. Glamour. I’ll be guiding you through the whole process today,” Mr. Erton comforted. “I am so excited and flattered to be here. You don’t know how much I appreciate the opportunity,” Jennie countered. “Please, the honor is all ours. You’ve got just the ‘look’ we want. Impress us today and you’ll be cover girl material,” Brian hinted melodiously with a smile.

Jennie was escorted into her changing room. Ordinarily, Jennie did her own make-up and hair, but this was the Big Time and Jennie was moving up; Brian introduced Jennie’s hair and make-up people. “Also, I want you to meet Joanne Gair who will be your body paint artist today. “I’m so excited to meet you. I’ve seen your work for the Sports Illustrated models,” Jennie gushed shyly. “I’m glad you’re so enthusiastic because we’re gonna be doing a rather simple painting; a little number inspired by La Isla Couture Swimwear. It’s a sexy two-piece. A very pretty red, yellow, and pink floral pattern with some black trim that I think will complement your natural beauty.”

It was now 9:30 AM and hair and make-up were just finishing, her black hair shined and flowed gracefully, soft lips radiating in pink. Jennie’s pretty brown eyes widened in satisfaction as they captured the artists’ work in the mirror, pupils brightening. Next, Brian escorted Jennie to the dressing room where Joanne and her team were standing by to paint. “OK, Jennie, I want you to stand right here on this white tarp over here. I’ve adjusted the thermostat for comfort, so whenever you’re ready, please remove your robe,” Joanne instructed. Jennie disrobed without much fuss, her years of modeling experience allowing her an air of confidence and maturity.

The staff was running a little behind schedule, but managed to complete the body paint job in a relatively short period of time; two-and-a-half hours. “Wow! It looks beautiful!” Jennie gasped. “It’s waterproof, no one would ever know it was painted on,” Joanne bragged. “What is that smell?” Jennie inquired. While striking, the painted bikini let out a hint of toxic-like odor. “Here, let me help” Joanne sprayed a light fragrance to counter the remnant fumes.



“Just look at you!” Brian exclaimed as he entered the room. “Simply stunning! Now, we’re gonna be doing the shoot outside on our gorgeous patio overlooking the Center River, the cityscape in the background.” As Brian talked, an assistant placed a robe back on the model and guided Jennie outside. The bright noontime sun beamed down from above, highlighting a breathtaking view, a magnificent backdrop to a dream photo shoot.

“That’s it, now I need more grit..give me some more fire..perfect!” the photographer coaxed. It was twenty minutes into the shoot and things were going swimmingly. “I think we have a cover for next month’s mag,” Brian suggested aloud to the editors nearby.

Jennie was lovin’ the moment. All her dreams seemed to be coming true. Then, out of the sudden, that noxious odor, combined with the baking sun, it was enough to make a girl faint. “Hey, I’m feelin’ a little woozy. Can I get a drink? I may need to sit down” Jennie begged. The bikini-clad beauty felt more disappointed than sick. “I hope I don’t blow this opportunity?” Jennie worried to herself. Just then, the young woman felt a warm sensation reverberate through her body, then a pulsating pressure. People around her gasped as Jennie’s limbs appeared to lengthen. “Are you OK?” Brian asked in a panic. Jennie was too stunned to reply as her body outgrew the chair she sat in, opting instead to sit on the patio floor.

The chatter and banter picked up as Jennie moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure; her body now spanned 25 feet as she lifted herself up onto her bare feet, standing above all the people. Cameras, pens and clipboards were dropped simultaneously as people screamed and headed away from the increasingly towering woman. “Please..help..me” Jennie pleaded as her body climbed to 75 feet, the patio collapsing in an ugly roar, wood and steel crashing down with a thunderous applause, seemingly impressed by the growth spurt. The pain subsided and Jennie could see over the photo studio where employees were quickly driving off, car horns blasting as they beckoned other vehicles for the right of way. Jennie was in shock as she felt her body continue to grow; 100 feet, then finally topping off at approximately 125 feet.

Jennie stood high above it all, taking in the newly tiny world around her as she examined her arms, hands, fingers, feet, legs to be sure this wasn’t a dream. HOLY SHIT, Jennie laughed. I….AM….A…..FREAKIN’…GIANT. Jennie’s smile could barely fit on her gorgeous face. HEY, WHERE’S EVERYONE GOING? Jennie teased good-naturedly as she watched people in neighboring buildings head for their cars, quietly opening car doors in the hopes of not stirring the attention of a giant woman. Jennie just couldn’t help but address the fleeing office workers. BE REAL QUIET NOW. THE GIANT WOMAN WON’T NOTICE THE FLEEING PEOPLE, she uttered softly. Her comment registered menacingly as several people screamed. “Looks like I need to cancel that Giantesszone shoot for next week. Got the real thing here,” Jennie thought to herself as she snorted a laugh to herself.

Jennie took a good look around and besides the fleeing people, screams and honking cars in her near vicinity, the lapping warm water of the 55-foot deep Center River soothed her senses when she spotted a bridge that spanned the river to downtown. The Piketown Bridge was a four-lane roadway that stood approximately 60 feet above the water’s surface. Jennie’s inner-giantess stirred when she noticed it was jam packed with vehicles, the cacophony of tires spinning on concrete and the occasional horn blaring was just too tempting for a giant woman to ignore. Jennie carefully scaled the remnants of the wrecked patio and stepped over a number of picnic tables and found her way into the Center River, the warm summer water pampering her pretty skin. AAAhhh, Jennie purred as she slowly ambled deeper into the river’s clutches. Jennie eyed the bridge as she headed in its direction, the river’s deepest point level with her cute belly button. As se approached, Jennie spotted several freighters, commuter ferries and recreational boats in the not-to-far-distance. “They’ll be fun to play with next,” Jennie mused.

Now within 100 feet of the bridge, Jennie could see that she had been spotted. Cars began coming to a screeching halt, a truck rear-ended an SUV with a ferocious roar and another car rammed into a support beam. The 125-foot Jennie approached as gracefully as she would on a photo shoot, taking in the screams of panicked people. Closer still, Jennie was awe-struck at how tiny the cars and people looked. FREAKY! Jennie marveled as she came upon the bridge. Now standing adjacent the span, which lay level with just below her painted bikini top, Jennie’s big beautiful brown eyes studied the calamitous scene, her gorgeous black hair gusting in the wind, an errant strand or two catching in the bridge’s support structure and detaching, the lengthy strands draping over several cars.

As the warm water caressed Jennie’s heavenly body, pampering her gently, pandemonium ensued just below her pretty pink glossed lips. People ran in two directions; toward downtown and out-of-town. Jennie smirked at some hapless people as they attempted in vein to maneuver wrecked cars that sat just below her nose. UM…PEOPLE…YOUR LITTLE CARS ARE LIKE TOTALLY SMOOSHED, Jennie teased before laughing. I JUST CRACK MYSELF UP. Jennie then studied an 18-wheeler whose engine was smoldering. “This is too good a giantess moment to pass up,” Jennie whispered to herself under her breath. Slowly, the giant woman moistened her lips before puckering them cutely. With a slow deliberate breath, Jennie blew a kiss in the direction of the doomed 18-wheeler. The small smoldering flame, which the driver was struggling to put out with a fire extinguisher, was greeted by the soft feminine gust. Virtually without warning, the flame was stoked and burst into a massive commotion, the red and yellow torch reaching heights of 15 feet, sending embers into the air, where they landed on cars. I KNEW I WAS HOT, BUT PEOPLE…PLEASE, Jennie purred as she watched two cars catch fire, its occupants making a mad dash to exit.

The scene was something Jennie hadn’t witnessed since she watched the last Godzilla movie, which had been awhile. OK, PEOPLE, YOU’VE BEEN SOO FUN. WITH ALL THIS DESTRUCTION, PEOPLE PANICKING AND SCREAMING, WHO NEEDS A GODZILLA SEQUEL? A GIANT WOMAN LIKE ME…WELL, I’VE GOT THE BEST MOVIE SET…REAL LIVE PEOPLE, REAL CARS, ROADS AND A CITY TO PLAY IN. Jennie paused to witness a terrified driver veer into an abandoned car and flip on its side. The giantess moved in closer and positioned her big brown eyes menacingly beside the doomed vehicle to catch a glimpse of the three tiny people inside scramble to safety. HEY, PEEPS, THAT CAR CRASH WAS TOTALLY COOL, Jennie cutely complimented the crash victim as she reached into the car with her fingers and removed a screaming passenger. Jennie opened her mouth and rolled out her massive tongue, placing the commuter on its steamy wet surface. MMM, MUY BUENA!, Jennie savored.

Jennie sighed as she scanned the cityscape, took in all the screams and vehicular destruction she wrought without so much as scratching a beautiful fingernail.

I THINK A GIRL COULD GET USED TO THIS CITY. LET ME INTRODUCE MYSFELF TO PEOPLE DOWNTOWN, Jennie announced as she waded in the water toward the nearest pier. OOOH! THIS WATER IS SO LUXURIOUS. The sounds of mayhem from the bridge resonated in her pretty ears as she eyed the maze of congested streets and shimmering buildings just before her.

THIS WHOLE GIANTESS THING IS TURNING OUT TO BE SO AWESOME, the formerly 5’6” woman boasted.

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“What the….?@!,” Janet gasped in horror. Janet and her boyfriend were making their way toward Centertown in their late model Audi on I-68. Better known as The River Highway, I-68 hugged the Center River, providing for a scenic drive. The six lanes of traffic, with three each heading north and south respectively, were typically bumper-to- bumper around this time each day, approximately 12:30 PM. Janet’s boyfriend, Steve was speechless. “Who is she? Is she for real? My god, she’s heading right this way and she’s fucking tall!!”

Jennie was in a trance as she slowly moved her approximately 60-foot long legs through the warm and caressing river water, kicking the stems with added force, stirring up waves that rocked boats within two miles of her. While some people on the River Highway pulled over and exited on foot, the majority of commuters continues their trek, only slowing down to gawk at the beautiful woman, not quite registering what stood before them. As the giantess approached, traffic managed to maintain a steady 20 MPH pace, but something ominous was brewing. The high waves from Jennie’s legs began lapping over the guardrail with increasing height and pressure. Jennie was only 100 feet from shore.

“Watch out!” Janet screamed to Steve as he veered the car for safety. A ten-foot wave found its way onto the highway and careened into a line of five cars, sending them in the path of a Mack Truck. The ensuing accident caused a bone-crunching pile-up and sent traffic in the far left lane to a standstill. Janet and Steve were stunned as they witnessed countless people exit their cars and stampede seemingly by the hundreds for safety. The terrified couple wasted no time, joining their fellow commuters on foot.

As Jennie approached the decimated roadway, her big brown eyes scanned the chaos, her ears taking in the screams and the occasional car crash. The maze of colors from the cars and people’s clothing so far below was just the scene that Jennie imagined as she prepared for her upcoming Giantesszone shoot. It was perfect. Jennie stood just at the edge of the river, the roadway just at her belly button. Feeling Godzilla, Jennie lowered her face just above the lines of cars and fleeing people. ROARRRRrrring! Jennie cutely rang out as she clawed her fingers and scrunched her face as she girlishly channeled a ferocious Godzilla impersonation. The screams and panic intensified as Jennie simply marveled in her power, changing poses and facial expressions intermittently as though striking sexy for the cameras on a photo shoot.

Satisfied with the chaos, Jennie lowered her right hand onto the highway and began walking her ten-foot long fingers among the cars and people, chasing the random crowd with the manicured digits, sometimes flicking people to the ground or sending them in the air a few feet. One unlucky man got caught in the sexy Latina’s fingers. Jennie brought the screaming man up to her lips and extended her tongue, wrapping him in her mouth to eat. MMM, SO GOOD…Just about ready to come ashore, Jennie fondled a few cars, picking one or two up to examine like a toy, dropping them casually when no longer intrigued.

Jennie was intent on making her Big City debut and it began by stepping out of the water, where she started by placing her hands on the surface of I-68, her palms flattening a number of cars and creating spider cracks in the road. Next, Jennie lifted her silky lanky legs and placed her right foot on the roadway, lifting her body and placing her left foot adjacent the right foot. The giantess stood to full height, the countless gallons of river water cascading onto the crunched-up highway like water flowing from Niagara Falls. The bright sun shone down on the towering woman, accenting her gorgeous body and face and showcasing the beautiful painted-on bikini, each flower taking on it own artistic expression so big and high up.

JUST LOOK AT ALL THE PEOPLE! Jennie sighed aloud as she scanned the bustling city before her. The beauty stood at the crossroads of I-68 and Center Street, the gateway to downtown. Only eight blocks away, stood the heart of downtown, between it and her lay hundreds if not thousands of people, with the streets jammed with cars, taxis, buses and trucks, the sidewalks crawling with a carpet of people, many already running in a fuss for subways and other means away from a 125-foot model acting out her inner-Godzilla.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! THUMP! Jennie stepped onto and over I-68, her pretty feet making short work of abandoned cars, her legs gracefully spanning something like 30 feet at a time. A cluster of five fleeing people were squashed like grapes under Jennie's right foot.

Within seconds Jennie found her feet among a row of cars heading westerly. Those brave enough to still have been in the cars would have had the sight of a massive set of pretty toes in their rear view mirrors, with perhaps a flattened car or two underneath.

Jennie was taking it all in, letting the gentle breeze caress her long black hair, the wind pampering her light brown skin, the pleasing scent of her natural aroma blanketing the scene pleasurably. The sight of her pretty painted bikini was truly stunning among the modern architecture. Jennie reveled in the sensation of nothing more than a thin layer of paint between her and the dazzling sun.

Jennie was eager to play. BEEP! BEEP! Jennie sounded cutely. OK, YOU PEOPLE NEED TO TOTALLY MOVE ALL THESE CARS. HOW’S A GIRL TO GET DOWN TOWN FOR SOME SIGHTSEEING? UM…I MEAN…’FRIGHT’SEEING. AAH, I’M SUCH A GAS.

I’M GIVING YOU 30 SECONDS TO CLEAR ALL THESE PUNY CARS. It was pointless, but that was the whole idea of being a giantess. The only thing Jennie took in was the sights and sounds of thousands of people on sidewalks and between cars scurrying in the opposing direction. OH WELL. Jennie bit her lip as she lifted her right foot and stepped forward onto a landscape of abandoned vehicles. The echo of popping glass and crushing steel was menacing.

Within seconds Jennie was at the city’s largest intersection, Center and Main. The bypass featured an outdoor retail mall with a brand new main entrance with a four-story glass atrium, a large parking garage, several office buildings, several newly built apartment buildings and a massive elevated subway platform. Within it in all lay thousands of panicked office workers, shoppers and tourists scurrying like ants. Jennie stood high above, absorbing the pandemonium. GOSH, I’VE NEVER GOTTEN SUCH A WARM WELCOME LIKE THIS BEFORE IN MY LIFE. ALL THIS ATTENTION CAN LEAVE A GIRL POOPED.

DID I MENTION MY NAME IS JENNIE? WELL, I THOUGHT I’D SHARE A LITTLE ABOUT ME. FIRST, I’M FREAKIN’ TALL AS SHIT. SECOND, I’M GODZILLA’S NUMBER ONE FAN. Jennie then knelt down and peered into the lower floors of an office building, squinting to see to the tiny people busy themselves behind the windows. Jennie tapped the glass with her massive finger, winking to the flinching populace, giggling with delight. AAAHHH, PEOPLE, Jennie sighed luxuriously.

Suddenly, a commotion stirred from Main Avenue. A reckless driver was barreling through the intersection, smashing cars, its freaked out driver heading in Jennie’s direction. Then, without warning the car veered into another and flipped over, landing ten feet from the giant stunner. AAW, YOU POOR PEOPLE, Jennie teased as she laid her knees on the roadway and sat on her feet. Jennie picked up the car, the people inside in frenzy, the car’s wheels still spinning. Jennie peered inside. WOW, YOU PEOPLE ARE PUNY. LOOK, BEING A GIANT WOMAN IS JUST TOO MUCH FUN TO STOP, SO…

Jennie placed the car right-side up at the entrance to the office building nearest her. With car still in drive mode, the vehicle careened through the glass and steel entrance with a crash, where it continued to drive right through the lobby and crash into the concierge desk. Horrified people in the lobby stared outside, only to see a massive beautiful face batting its big brown eyes back at them. The tall girl captured the freakish scene with a monster movie-like perspective. HI, PEOPLE, Jennie waved delicately.

Next, Jennie lowered her head lower onto the roadway, her extensive hair smothering most of the cars in her vicinity. At this level, Jennie’s perspective took on a more day-to-day sidewalk view, capturing the street-level details of normal life; street signs, traffic lights and license plate numbers. But, what caught the beauty’s eye more than anything was a crowd of people cowering in a coffee shop to her left, that and a Budweiser Beer truck to her right. Smiling mischievously, with cat like reflexes, Jennie shot out her left hand in the direction of the coffee shop, pretty fingers entering the doorway and grasping a woman in their clutches. The woman screamed as the giantess brought her closer. MMM, HELLO BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, Jennie purred as she held the lady to her eyes. WOULDN’T YOU LIKE TO BE AS BIG AS ME, YA KNOW, ACTING LIKE GODZILLA, FREAKING PEOPLE OUT, CRUSHING CARS AND THROWING SHIT? IT REALLY IS FUN. Jennie giggled, the woman let out a blood-curdling scream. I’M CHANNELING MY INNER-GODZILLA, AND, GOSH, YA KNOW, THE WHOLE PEOPLE-EATING THING…MMMM. Jennie eyed the woman some more before placing her back on the ground. The woman ran off.

Jennie giggled as she adjusted her hair, turning her attention to that beer truck. WOW! WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE? Jennie tapped the roof of the truck, then pried open the side cargo area daintily with her finger. In it were numerous kegs filled with refreshing beer on their way to thirsty patrons. HOW CUTE, LET’S HAVE A PARTY. Jennie plucked a keg out of its confines and held it in her palm, the 100-pound object like no more than a set piece for a dollhouse amongst her fingers. MMM, HHHMMM, Jennie oozed as a wicked idea thundered through her pretty head. The 125-foot model placed the keg in her left hand and flicked it with her right middle finger. The first target; the mall. The keg propelled like a bullet into the four-story glass façade of the retail shops, collapsing the structure with a monumental crash of glass, the ferocious sound echoing for miles. The keg landed in the food court, but not before barreling over chairs and tables and pummeling several shoppers. UH…THAT WAS…SO AWESOME. Next, Jennie aimed a keg in the direction of an office building, flicking it where it crashed against its glass framework, sending glass and metal raining down on people on the sidewalk, the keg continuing to roll down the street, injuring several people. Jennie watched as the façade continued to slowly peel away.

Then, Jennie’s eyes widened as they caught a lone motorist in a car just behind her, in fact just under her bikini bottom, make a run for safer ground. OK, LITTLE PERSON, WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO? Jennie addressed down the man, as he stood frozen with fear in the street, realizing a 125-foot woman had caught him. Jennie simply lowered her right hand fingers before him and lightly flicked him to the sidewalk. The man was sent twenty feet in the air and landed fifty feet away on top of the Victoria’s Secret awning. Jennie reached behind her, under her ass and retrieved the wayward man’s car, placing it on the portico of the neighboring office building, the structure quickly straining under the weight.

CALIENTE

Totally amused with being a giant woman, it seemed the fun never ceased for Jennie. To her delight, she spotted a gasoline truck over in the next block. THIS IS GONNA ROCK…MOVE OVER GODZILLA…


JUST IN



“We interrupt this program to bring you breaking news, a disturbing development” the announcer from NNTV-26 News sternly relayed from the television, images streaming across the screen of a towering giant woman in a bikini standing amongst fleeing people, lines of destroyed and mangled cars and other wreckage. The sounds the audio captured were blood curdling, featuring loud sirens and screams echoing within the concrete jungle known as Centertown. The giant’s pretty painted toes were planted firmly amidst the rush of humanity.



The news reporter continued in dramatic tones: “What authorities have yet to determine is how this woman has become a giant. It is estimated that she is roughly 125 feet tall and refuses to cooperate with police while she toys with people like dolls. People familiar with the situation only know that the eye-catching giant’s names is Ms. Jennie Ramirez, a 26-year-old professional model from the East Coast. So far, several people have been killed and countless others have been rushed to area hospitals as a result of Ms. Ramirez’ visit to the city. Our sources are telling us that she is a big fan of Godzilla and as a result she should be considered extremely dangerous. She has already eaten several people. More on this developing story from our on-location correspondents…”



BUBBLE BATH & A MONSTER MATINEE



“Oh, Wow! Jennie, you are so the diva!” Julie marveled to herself. Julie sipped on a glass of French wine, nibbled on expensive cheese and savored organic seedless grapes while she gazed in fascination and fancy at the news coverage of her friend Jennie’s trip to the city on her plasma television she recently had installed on the bathroom wall nearest her tub. From the indulgent confines of her lavish oversized bathtub, Julie luxuriated in the warm bath water and ample flower scented bubbles, courtesy of Bath & Body Works, the gentle glare of the TV reflecting off the snow-white bubbles.



The silky bubbles soothed her senses and showered her body in a deluge of serenity, every crease and corner caressed completely, the perfect setting to enjoy a real-life monster movie. The contented Julie followed enviously every move the 125-foot Jennie made, picturing herself along side her friend standing above the bustle of the city. Julie’s interest in becoming a giant was piqued when the news coverage showed video footage of two cars crashing into Jennie’s left foot, the vehicles sent airborne in a spiral of metal, landing with a spine-tingling crash into the window of a crowded restaurant. “What I wouldn’t give to be that tall,” Julie sighed to herself as she took a sip of wine and imagined herself picking up cars and throwing large objects.



BACK TO JENNIE’S JOURNEY



“Holy Shit. We better get outta here!” the driver of the gasoline tanker rang out in distress to his colleague in the passenger seat. THUMP! THUMP! As Jennie approached, the ground rattled to rhythm of the giant’s intimidating strides on the city street’s smooth paved surface. THUMP! THUD! The shiny silver tanker, with its blinding glare from the beaming sun was just too much fun for a beautiful giant woman who loved Godzilla to ignore. Kneeling down to play with the truck, Jennie’s eyes captured the sight of frightened people staring from office building windows and remnants of the escaping populace not too far from her feet exiting cars and the nearby sidewalk for safer ground. Jennie knelt down on her right knee, her left foot descending onto the next lane where it found two unlucky fleeing people, her soft foot imitating a scene from the movie 'Jurassic Park'. Horrified onlookers screamed in astonishment. Jennie, seemingly oblivious, wrapped her incredibly long fingers around the tanker.



Jennie brought her head in closer to the toy-like truck, her gorgeous long locks draping over the large vehicle, long dark strands drowning the truck in the soft sweet smelling hair. MMM, WHAT A COOL TOY. Jennie gently rocked the tanker to gauge how much fuel was in the container. The beautiful giant could here thousands of gallons of explosive liquid swish heavily within the steel tank as its utter weight caused tires and axles to groan and moan from the tension. People watched from office buildings, shops and apartment buildings in awe at the size and length of Jennie’s soft fingers in comparison to the truck.



Jennie squinted; pretty lashes batting as she examined the particulars of the 18-wheeler, a seeming scale model to the soaring beauty. The license plate, release valves, gauges and the cab, so small. The fine minutiae made Jennie feel completely giant, commanding and so over-the-top in charge. People continued to marvel at her, but were torn from that distraction when it occurred to them an explosion was likely from Jennie’s tampering. Perhaps hundreds of lives were literally at the mercy of Jennie’s manicured fingertips.



Jennie knocked on the tank, and then started rocking it heavily on its wheels, the frame lurching and straining under the pressure of her tightening fingers’ grip. Jennie placed her pretty ear up against the tank and could hear the gasoline fizzle and stir from the pressure. The steel-reinforced container started buckling, creating frightening popping sounds that reverberated through the tense city air. Jennie giggled as she gracefully rose to her feet; hand over her mouth, lightly tip-toeing over and between cars for safer ground. From a relatively safe distance Jennie stopped and turned to see if anything would happen to the tanker. OH SHIT, PEOPLE! Jennie was excited to see if it would explode. THIS IS TOTALLY GONNA SUCK FOR SO MANY OF YOU.



The continued popping of the bulging tanker’s steel skin pierced the air, when a ‘Snap!’ ‘Fizz’ rang out. A release valve door tore off, jettisoned like a bullet into an adjacent SUV. Jennie’s big beautiful brown eyes ballooned in awe, fascination and excitement as they witnessed the front end of the vehicle simply sheer off from the force of the errant valve, a minor flame ensuing. AAHH, SO COOL. Jennie knew the shit was about to hit the fan. The embers from the destroyed SUV soon found their way to the gasoline truck, egged on by the gasoline fumes percolating from the gasoline truck. Jennie covered her ears cutely and cringed in anticipation, stepping back a bit, fearing the soon-to-be fireball might singe her beautiful hair.



THIS GIRL LOVE EXPLOSIONS, Jennie beamed from high up.



KABOOM! POOF! BOOM! A massive fireball followed an earth-shattering detonation. The ferocious flames torched the facades of three buildings, melted ten cars and sent smoke and flames billowing some 75 feet into the air. WHOA, NELLY! Jennie clamored in delight as she partially shielded her eyes with her hand, her eyes enchanting in the newly formed 25-foot wide and 20-foot deep crater in the road, a massive fire raging from its depths. HEY, DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY MARSHMELLOWS THEY’D LIKE TO ROAST? I’M TOTALLY IN THE MOOD FOR SMORES…MMM.



Jennie stood on her tippy toes to get an optimum look at the inside of the massive hole. It had managed to swallow the gasoline truck, about ten burnt-out cars and several people. The ground tremblers sent several of the populace to their knees, the thoughts of an earthquake coming to mind. To the 125-foot Jennie, the ensuing ground shake felt like a relaxing foot rub, the ground’s aftershocks lightly pampering her bare feet. MMMM, Jennie cooed as she enjoyed the explosions. Cutely rolling her eyes in satisfaction of a calamity fit for a ‘B’ Movie, Jennie proposed to the overwhelmed puny people at her feet, IF GODZILLA WERE HERE, HE’D TOTALLY GIMME A HIGH-FIVE. THIS IS ABOUT AS CLOSE AS A GIRL COULD GET TO TORCHING THIS PLACE WITHOUT HAVING FIRE-BREATHING POWERS.



UH, THAT WOULD BE SO COOL…OR EVEN BETTER, IF I ONLY HAD LASER VISION, I COULD BLOW STUFF UP WITH A WINK.



People continued to scatter like ants and embers flared onto abandoned vehicles.

OOPSY, Jennie rang out when she witnessed another smaller explosion lift three cars in the air and land on a group of people. OUCH! THAT’S GOTTA HURT! Jennie offered with a feminine flinch. Jennie just stood in the street, painted-on floral bikini holding firm, bright floral colors, dark trim and pretty lines unscathed by the commotion, seemingly designed and applied with the notion it would be featured on a giant woman on the rampage. Basking beautifully in the bright sun, Jennie stood comfortably, feet among countless cars, content in her giantess-ness. Jennie lightly nibbled on a finger, her cute nose registering the sweet scent of her saliva.



The striking woman sighed as she fixed her sights on the vicinity of an office building nearest the now torched truck. Jennie was floored when she saw several naked people walking aimlessly down the street, the intense flames having sheered any remnants of clothing off their backs. MMMM, LOOKING HOT, PEOPLE! ALMOST GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT. Jennie teased down to the hapless and nude city folk. DON’T YOU FEEL SEXY? I KNOW I DO! BEING A GIANT IS SOMETHING EVERYONE SHOULD TRY ONCE IN THEIR LIVES, ESPECIALLY FOR US WOMEN….IT’S SO EMPOWERING.



MMM, I FEEL SOOOO GOOD....DARE I SAY HOT? Jennie confessed with a sexy sigh down to the city streets.



Streams of people continued to pour out from injured structures as the giant stunner continued to scan the mayhem from so high up. UH OH! Jennie mischievously mused at the sight of the crater hole opening up some more, swallowing sidewalks. The hole’s growth stopped just at the entrance to an office building. Jennie smiled, twisting her head cutely, letting her hair flail about in anticipation of the gap again growing, hoping it would swallow the building. For the moment, it would not be.



OH, POOH! Jennie pouted with pursed lips, stomping her feet on the ground. The resulting trembler forced the earth to move and the hole to continue its growth spurt. It began to consume the façade of one of the office buildings. The ground again erupted in vibration as the front portion of the low-rise building caved in like an avalanche, concrete, stone and metal cascading onto the sidewalks and streets like gravel being poured from a dump truck. The debris buried cars and large parts of streetscape. MMM, THAT WAS DELICIOUS, Jennie crowed contently.



The giant woman could hear the renewed screams and cries for help. People peered out from broken and charred windows and from defeated concrete structures pleading for help. HI, PEOPLE, Jennie chimed out as she gestured her long fingers charmingly. LOOK AT THIS MESS! Jennie giggled as she studied the mayhem at her feet, and in the blown out buildings. YOU PEOPLE, LIKE, TOTALLY NEED TO STOP RUNNING AROUND AND START CLEANING UP THIS PLACE!

IT’S TOO MUCH CRAP FOR ONE GIANT WOMAN TO DO HERSELF. CHOP, CHOP, PEEPS!



ALL TIED UP



As the not-so-nice Jennie stood in the street basking in the glow of giant woman playfulness, two military helicopters swooped in low from behind the lanky and lovely lady, readying to launch ropes and grappling hooks to subdue the Godzilla-loving gargantuan gal….

“Knock! Knock!” A rap on the front door startled Julie, who had fallen into a sleepy haze in an array of bath bubbles. “Ugh, what now?” Julie frowned as she removed the cucumbers covering her eyes, warm water tussling in the tub. The woman was in the middle of daydreaming about being a giant. Another rap sounded on the door as Julie emerged from the tub and put on a robe. “I’m coming!” Julie sounded out in the direction of the door. Julie approached the front door and slowly opened it, peering around the fold. “What the…?” Julie was freaked when she discovered that no one was on the other end of the door, but located a small package on the welcome mat instead.



Totally bewildered, Julie knelt down and picked up the small brown box that featured her name and suburban Centertown address. “Oh, that’s right, that luxurious facial cream I ordered,” a relieved and now excited Julie rang out loud to herself. Julie headed for the kitchen, turned on the small television next to the fridge and began munching on some grapes. Between packing her oversized tote bag with an assortment of snacks for the afternoon’s trip to the neighborhood’s luxury shops, Julie eagerly applied the Phoebe’s Facial Spa cream (shipped from Beverly Hills) while she contently watched the news coverage of her BFF Jennie’s rampage in the city.



TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN



Massive grappling hooks gorged into the concrete fascia between floors of the Bianchi and the Montaq Buildings, respectively. Each building sat on opposite sides of 40th Street. The massive steel hooks creaked and crackled as the concrete chipped away like rain drops on the streets below, sent cascading by the powerful tug of the attached rubber-encased steel wires that on their opposing ends had wrapped tightly around both wrists of the mighty Jennie Ramirez. Standing dizzyingly high above humanity, with 60-foot long silky legs straddling along 40th Street, her pretty feet tamped on a line of cars, some with people still inside. The sound of the vehicles crunching under the giant woman’s soft soles was chilling. Jennie’s 40-foot-long arms had fixed firmly in an outstretched position by the tight grip of the wires, for the time being pinning the tallest woman in the world in place. The agile helicopters and their well-trained crews had made quick work of subduing the giant in a similar manner that Fay Wray had been on Skull Island in the classic King Kong movie.



Jennie was momentarily flabbergasted, lightly tugging at the tensely gripped restraints, grimacing menacingly with icy stares at the guilty helicopters that circled the giant woman. Following suit, several news choppers and a blimp circled in for more of an up-close perspective, taking solace in Jennie’s bound stance. People holed up in both the Bianchi and Montaq buildings marveled in nervous amazement as the structures vibrated and shook from the heave of Jennie’s lengthy and mighty arms. AAARGH! UMPH! Jennie boomed, pretty face scowling as she feverishly attempted to free herself from between the tall buildings.



Struggling some more, Jennie began to tire, slowly resigning herself to the fact she was a captive of the city. Jennie’s shoulders, arms and legs found a more relaxed posture as the towering beauty was momentarily overcome with serenity. What had minutes earlier been a blocks-radius perimeter of screams, fleeing people and explosions had now turned into a peaceful panorama fit for a woman adorning the pretty flourish of painted-on-flowers and an alluring feminine aroma. Only the patter of helicopter blades overhead, the crackle of embers from exploded vehicles and far-off sounds of car horns chimed in the soft lobes of the lanky woman, most people in the immediate vicinity of a giant woman having fled to safer ground. Only the occasional scream and cry for help rang out.



Jennie closed her eyes and imagined a place far away, far away. But, not too far away. Just the weekend before, Jennie and seven of her closest BFF’s had reserved a quiet corner at Paddles, an S&M club in New York City. It was just the most recent of countless visits over the years. Unbeknownst to the poor people in Centertown, the tight rubber covered steel cables that held the colossal woman captive stirred fond memories. With eyes closed, a calm rush of feelings of bondage and domination overcame her senses, her wrists intermittently tensing the ropes that contained her as she pleasantly re-created in her mind the two-column ties she reveled in at the club. MMMM, Jennie moaned lightly under her breath as she whet her lips, the idea of being dominated as a giant in the city simply precious.



LET ME FLOAT YOU AN IDEA



“This is Chief of Police, Warren Haden,” a crackly voice boomed from a circling helicopter. Jennie’s eyes opened abruptly, her gratifying trance rudely interrupted. Finding a fierce grimace that would make Tyra Banks proud had this been ‘America’s Top Model,’ the 125’ Jennie peered up to see some ten helicopters and a blimp circling like a bevy of bees above her. “We have you surrounded. You are under arrest and….” YOU CAN’T STOP ME, Jennie giggled as her peripheral vision registered that the grappling hooks that so eagerly clung to the office buildings were starting to give up the ghost. DID YOU PEOPLE NOTICE THAT I’M A GIANT? I CAN TOTALLY TAKE OVER THIS CITY IF I WANT (she scans the cluttered and crushed streetscape). LOOKS LIKE I ALREADY TOOK OVER MOST OF IT ANYWAY. Jennie paused and took a deep breath, a shimmer of a less playful giantess coming through, probably from exhaustion.



I TELL YOU WHAT. . I’M REALLY POOPED AND NEED TO REST FROM ALL THIS….THIS GIANT DESTRUCTION. I PROMISE NOT TO DESTROY ANY MORE STUFF, THROW CARS OR STEP ON ANY MORE PEOPLE IF YOU CAN BUILD ME A GIGANTIC POOL RAFT FOR ME SO I CAN REST IN YOUR RIVER OVER THERE. Jennie took a deep breath. ALSO, BRING ME SOME FOOD AND SOMETHING TO DRINK. IT’S SO EXHAUSTING BEING A GIANT, MAYBE A LITTLE SWIM AND SOME PAMPERING ON A FLOAT WILL DO A GIRL SOME GOOD, Jennie suggested melodically up to the police helicopters.



“I think we can work something out for you,” the chief commanded with resignation. Jennie smiled cutely in agreement as she continued to bask in the temporary state of bondage, gyrating her hips and body slightly to the beat of Rihanna’s ‘Disturbia’ that played on satellite radio in a still-running abandoned vehicle only three car-lengths from her bare feet. Authorities wasted no time calling Pools, Inc. as a last ditch effort to appease the giant lady. The company’s owner responded quickly, deploying all its resources to meet the demands of the giant Jennie, aiming to please and pamper the goddess. Within seconds of the call, they started building a 200-foot long by 100-foot wide inflatable raft, featuring the softest, most plush materials. With the pretty Jennie in mind, designers imagined contours for maximum comfort, including headrests and dips to allow the giant to rest her lengthy limbs and expansive feet in luxury instead of on the streets where they don’t mix well with people. Police reasoned that an indulged giant was less treacherous than a rampaging one.



TAKE A PICTURE, IT LASTS LONGER



Meanwhile, a group of people in a conference room in the Bianchi Bldg stared out at the scene through a window nearest one of the confining grappling hooks. The ten people were too fixated by the conversation between the confined giant and the police to notice that as Jennie danced and swayed to the beats of Rihanna, the force of the hook began pulling away the façade of the building nearest them. Jennie lightly hummed to the Rihanna song radiating from the street, eyes closed when she unintentionally twitched her wrist, the loosening grappling hook no match for the giant reflex. But instead of the hook merely coming out of the wall, its stubborn grip took a substantial chunk of the building with it, sending a downpour of steel, glass and concrete on to the sidewalks and streets below, a mountain of debris blocking the entrance of the building.



A gaping hole was left in the building nearest where Jennie’s restraint once grasped, exposing to Jennie’s view ten tiny people standing stunned in the 16th floor conference room. The people stared in silence at the giant, Jennie staring back equally silent until Jennie’s big brown eyes spotted a massive crack forming in the floor the people stood on. Part of the floor gave way, sending five people tumbling to the floors below. OOPSY, BETTER WATCH YOUR STEP NEXT TIME, Jennie teased as she watched the helpless people plummet. Jennie blew lightly in the direction of what remained inside the gaping hole, the force of her kiss enough to jostle what remained of the weakened level, sending the floorboards folding onto offices below.



The loud rumble of the collapsing structure distracted the authorities and allowed the pretty giant to unravel herself of the remaining restraints and head off in the direction of massive Ferris wheel at the city’s edge that caught her attention.







(SEQUEL COMING...)