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Dr. Hooters #20: Loving the Giantess
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
DR. HOOTERS - Part XX
Loving The Giantess
[by Servax]
The next day, Marsha had to close up the warehouse after Matt
went home. She heard the screams a block away. Over the heads
of the crowd, she could see what the commotion was. A power line
had somehow been cut, and was dangling from the pylon in a vacant
field. Where the line touched the ground, it would explode in a
shower of sparks. Marsha could also see the fused earth where
the power line had already touched. The cut line was jumping and
dancing about like an angry python.
In the middle of the vacant lot, in the center of the circle
traced by the shorn power line, sat a terrified four year old
girl. Marsha saw that it was only a matter of time before the
power line, in its mad gyrations, would strike the child.
Pushing her way through the crowd, Marsha dove in after the
child. The cut line narrowly missed her, and ricocheted noisily
to the other side of the lot.
Marsha scooped the hysterical child up into her arms, and began
to run back to the safety of the perimeter. She saw the child's
mother crying at the edge of the crowd, and with a toss, got the
child to safety as the cut power line came down across her back.
Immediately, the blackness closed around Marsha like a fist, and
she fell to the ground with the cut line across her back.
The first thing Marsha became aware of after this was pain. At
first, it felt distant and far away. Then, it became close and
immediate. She saw her mother, standing next to a little doll
house her mother had bought for her when she was a child. Marsha
tried to talk through the pain. The doll house was so clean and
beautiful. There was a room for the doll mommy and daddy, and a
room for each of the little doll children. . .
No, it was a doll factory, set in a tiny doll city. A clean lit-
tle doll city with doll stores, doll streets, doll cars, and doll
houses everywhere. Marsha sighed with contentment despite the
pain. How kind of her mother to buy her this little doll city,
to comfort her in her pain and illness. Marsha slipped back into
her throbbing red dreams.
Something was wrong. The little dolls kept moving around by
themselves. Marsha could barely see them. They didn't seem to
be any larger than her little finger. Such dainty little dolls!
There were so many of them, so well-painted, so realistic. It
looked like there were doll-mommies and doll-children, doll po-
licemen and doll-firemen. There was a doll fire truck spraying
her with water in the face. It tickled.
Marsha dreamed she was in the middle of the doll-city. The dolls
had cleared sort of a wide open space for her, to invite her into
their city, but she didn't fit. Her legs and feet extended out
of the open space, and into the surrounding buildings. She
couldn't move them. She drifted back to sleep. With a sudden
jerk, Marsha pulled herself into full consciousness. With hor-
ror, she realized she wasn't dreaming anymore. She was in her
own city, somehow shrunk to the dimensions of a child's doll-
city. No, the city hadn't shrunk. It was the same size it had
always been. She was the one who had changed, she had gotten
larger, somehow, much larger.
She sat up, screaming. She screamed, loudly and repeatedly. Fi-
nally, she was distracted by a fly buzzing around her face. No,
it wasn't a fly, It was a police helicopter. She could see the
tiny policemen inside. Marsha fought back the urge to swat it
out of the sky. She pulled her legs under her. There was a lot
of snapping and crashing as she felt some kind of steel cabling
give way. It seemed they had tied her legs down to keep her from
doing any damage to the surrounding buildings. Sorry, she
thought, her lucidity returning, I never meant to get this big.
To avoid doing any further damage to the surrounding areas, Mar-
sha pulled her legs underneath her and sat up to her full height.
The city was spread out beneath her like a map. It was night,
and she could see a considerable distance. She could see cars
moving on the Palmetto Parkway, as it curved away to the east
north of Miami Lakes. The Palmetto was about a mile and a half
away.
The bulk of her body practically filled the vacant lot she was
sitting in. Marsha remembered the cut power line, the little
girl. She winced as she remembered the pain. She was completely
naked, and the warm summer night breezes raised goose-flesh on
her naked arms, shoulders and breasts.
As before, her breasts and hair had grown out of proportion to
the rest of her. Her hair cascaded off her back, and rolled off
onto the ground, where it collected in great tangles on the
ground. A fire truck had gotten itself ensnared in her locks,
and the little men were valiantly trying to rescue themselves,
cutting away the strands, each of which were as thick as phone
wires to them. Turning around carefully, Marsha gathered her
masses of hair and pulled it all onto her lap.
Cupping her hands under her breasts, she found that they had ex-
panded, relatively speaking, until they covered her entire mid
section from her neck to her waist. Indeed, they were practical-
ly resting on the ground as she was sitting. She could barely
reach her nipples with her outstretched arm. In absolute terms,
each one was three or four times the size of her mother's ware-
house. A fire truck pulled up onto the vacant lot. She watched
as at it stopped, and the ladder stretched out until the bucket
was prac tically eye level.
One of the tiny little men inside the bucket she recognized from
the news programs as the mayor. The other was Matt, and he was
carrying a bull-horn.
"Hi, Big Gorgeous", Matt shouted through the bull-horn. "Jeez, I
leave you alone for a few hours, and look what kind of trouble
you get yourself into"
"Matt!", Marsha shouted, "Oh thank God you're here, Matt. What
the hell am I going to do now? I must be enormous!" Her shouts
caused the crowds to draw back in terror, stopping their ears
against the roar of Marsha's voice.
"Speak a little more softly, honey", Matt instructed, "you sure
don't have to holler to be heard. "
Extending an enormous fingertip, she touched Matt on the face.
Her finger was twice the size of his whole body. Tears began to
well up in her eyes. "Oh, Matt!", she began to sniffle. "What
are we going to do now?"
"Hey, I'm gonna let Hizzoner handle that", Matt wisecracked. He
handed the bull-horn to the mayor, who was standing in the bucket
next to him.
"Miss Sanchez", began the mayor, "we sympathize with your unique
situation, and we want you to know that we will be doing every
thing possible to restore you to your normal size. "
"Right now, though, we need to consider your evacuation. Al
though we realize you may have the best of intentions, in your
present state you constitute a grave danger to the lives and
properties of the citizens of this community. " Marsha nodded.
"I don't want to hurt anyone, sir". She began to sob, then cry
openly. "I just want to be small again!" Her tears fell in
great, hot smoking drops onto the ground, and several people were
soaked.
The mayor regained his composure. "You have been unconscious for
several hours, Miss Sanchez. While the power line was live, and
in contact with your body, you continued to grow. Fortunately,
we were able to get the power cut to that line quickly, but not
before you had grown to your present size, which we estimate to
be between two hundred twenty(67m) and two hundred forty
feet(73m). How do you feel?"
"Um, big", Marsha replied, "and a little groggy, but otherwise
OK, I guess". Another fire truck pulled up, with a bucket con-
taining her mother, and the chief of police. "Hi, baby!", her
mother shouted through the bull-horn.
"Hi Mom. I love you. I told you things could get a bit weird. "
Now that she had her bearings, she found that it wasn't intolera-
ble being over two hundred feet tall. Every teenage girl enjoys
being the center of attention, and Marsha was no exception. She
saw the news-trucks, the camera men, the reporters, and she knew
the whole nation was marveling at the sight of Marsha Sanchez,
the Cuban giantess from Miami.
She smiled, happy that her mother had taken dental hygiene seri-
ously when she was little. Marsha had splendid straight white
teeth, and now that each tooth was the size of a door, it was
nice not to have to worry about soft- ball sized cavities or
pumpkin-sized fillings on nationwide TV. She waved to the cam-
eras, but the effort thrust her huge breasts into the third story
of an office building across the street, shattering the windows
and raining glass down on the crowd.
"Oops. Sorry", she apologized.
The police chief grabbed the bull-horn from Marsha's mother.
"Miss Sanchez, now that you're conscious, we had hoped that you
could effect your own evacuation. "
"What do you mean by that, sir?", Marsha asked, puzzled.
"We have an evacuation spot ready for you, on Collins Island", he
continued. Collins Island was a deserted island in Biscayne Bay,
about twenty miles southeast of Key Biscayne. It was about
twelve miles long and about two wide. It had been devastated in
a recent hurricane, and no one lived there.
"We were going to have to fly you out by helicopter, but we esti-
mate your current weight to be over three thousand tons, which is
far beyond the capacity of even a squadron of helicopters. What
we need to have you do is walk to the bay, where the army has a
barge waiting to transport you to Collins Island. "
"On the island, we have erected a tent. It is the largest we
could find, and we believe it will be suitable for your purposes.
Your privacy will be protected, and we will be sending medical
attention as quickly as possible. We regret this unfortunate in-
cident, and hope to have you restored to normal as quickly as
possible".
Marsha was touched. All these people concerned about her. It
dawned on her that she could have been the biggest disaster ever
to hit Miami, worse than Hurricane Andrew, anything. All she
would have to do would be to drag her great breasts across the
ground. She could level the city! She thrust the thought from
her mind, thinking about her mother and Matt.
"OK", she agreed. "I'll try not to be Godzilla. "
The chief had a look of relief on his little doll face. "Thank
you, Miss Sanchez. "
The chief explained to her the evacuation route. The authorities
had evacuated a corridor for two miles on either side of Apopka
Road and 846, both multi-lane highways where Marsha might be able
to walk with relative ease. When she reached the bay, she was to
wade out, avoiding bridges and causeways, until the barge could
be positioned.
Marsha rose to her feet. The view she had from a sitting posi-
tion was nothing compared to the one she had now, from about
twenty stories up. She could see clear into Broward County!
Looking southward and eastward, she saw the dark strand of the
corridor cleared for her evacuation. No cars moved on Apopka
Road or 846, although the perimeters of the corridors were teem-
ing with light and activity, both on the ground and in the air.
She began to walk, each step moving her two blocks toward her
goal. She picked her way down the narrow city street to Apopka
Road, attempting to, but not always succeeding in, stepping over
obstacles such as street lights or billboards.
Glancing over to the airport, she noticed it was closed. She
would be passing too close to it, and she was definitely a threat
to air traffic. Marsha felt immeasurably strong and proud. Her
body was magnificent. At first she had no choice but to allow
her hair to sweep along the street behind her, as it had grown
well past her feet, and now trailed along behind her for about a
block and a half. She reached over the fence of a hardware
store, grabbed a steel beam, and twisted it into a hairpin, pin-
ning her thick locks into a bun.
When she reached 846, she picked up a police escort. She would
have made good time if she didn't have to leave the main highway
for each over-pass. The bridges were not constructed to support
her weight, and she would have smashed them to rubble if she
tried to pass over them. Finally, though, she reached the bay.
Wading out past the causeway, keeping to deep water as much as
possible, she saw the barge. It was several city blocks in sur-
face area, but to Marsha, it looked like a raft. She pulled her
self up onto the barge, then a little toy boat sped out from a
little toy jetty and her pilots got on board. Slowly they towed
her out to Collins Island, and the city drew a collective sigh of
relief.
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Out on the island, Marsha found a little pup-tent set up. Inside
there was a little bean-bag she could snuggle up on and be com-
fortable. Just before she fell asleep, she realized two things.
First, she was more alone than she had ever been in her life.
She had always been a lively, outgoing girl, who enjoyed having
family and friends around. Now, she was isolated from the rest
of the human world by her incredible size. She thought about her
mother. Her mother would love her if she were two hundred miles
tall, she thought, and took some comfort in that.
She thought about Matt. Could he, would he want to be the
boyfriend of an enormous freak? This depressed her.
Then she realized she should be famished, but she wasn't at all
hungry.
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The next day, rising about mid-morning, Marsha walked down to the
beach on the town-ward side of the island. She couldn't see any
thing, as the curve of the earth, even at her height, hid the
city from her. But she knew, even as she sat, there was a small
fleet of boats just waiting to invade her little sanctuary with
their cameras, their telephoto lenses, their tape recorders,
their camcorders.
She sighed. Here came one now, she thought, as she saw a little
grey power-boat come like a dot over the horizon. It grew and
grew. Marsha waded out to mid thigh to welcome it, when she saw
it was Matt, accompanied by two soldiers.
Excited, she began to race back to the shore, churning up great
swells that almost swamped the boat. The soldiers put Matt
ashore and began streaking back to the city as fast as they could
go. Marsha ran down to meet Matt. She sat down in the sand be-
side him, picked him up between her thumb and forefinger, put him
in the palm of her left hand, and carefully lifted him up to face
level, about seven stories off the ground.
"Hi, Big Gorgeous!", he said playfully. He set down a basket and
a bull-horn. "God aren't you a sight for sore eyes. I mean, you
looked like a mountain running down here to meet me. " He kissed
the tip of her forefinger.
Something inside of Marsha melted away at Matt's words. She felt
overwhelmed by love and gratitude at this demonstration of affec-
tion by this cheerful boy who loved her enough to stick by her
through even this. "I didn't think you were gonna come, Matt",
she said softly.
"How am I not gonna come, Big Gorgeous?", Matt replied. "I love
you. Not how big you are, or how small you are. You're bright,
cheerful, sexy, funny and fun to be around. Do you think that
changes just 'cause you wear a bigger pair of panties now?"
Matt was right, of course. If she loved him when he was only a
couple feet shorter than she, why should she not love him now
that he was the size of a mouse? He was the same Matt; positive,
energetic, confident, and very sexy.
"Put me on the ground, Big Gorgeous", he ordered. "It's a little
nervous up here for us Lilliputians. " She laughed and complied.
Then she stretched herself prone along the beach, putting her
face level with him.
They chattered for hours. Matt sat down and told her all the
news. The Army had placed her on quarantine, which meant that no
one was allowed on her island. Or off it, once they had come on.
That was why the soldiers went back immediately. The news commu-
nity was at a fever pitch, all of them begging, bribing or
threatening for footage of the teenage goddess of Collins Island,
but the military authorities were standing firm. No traffic on
to, or off of, Collins Island until it was certain that whatever
had produced Marsha's unusual growth and colossal stature was no
threat to anyone else.
"But that means. . . ", Marsha began.
"Yup. I'm here for the duration, Big Gorgeous. By the way, your
Mom's coming out Thursday. Day after tomorrow. That means we
have today and tomorrow to ourselves. " He winked at her.
Shocked at his unspoken proposal, Marsha smiled. "What are we
gonna do, Matt baby?", she responded. "I mean, I love you madly,
but don't you think we're a little incompatible for, well, for
sex?"
"Sex is what you make it, Big Gorgeous", Matt replied. "The most
important sexual organ is right there between your lovely tem-
ples. Use that, and the rest follows. " He smiled wickedly, and
Marsha felt a thrill pass through her huge body. "Besides, I got
some ideas", he added, "but first, tell me about you. Are you
hungry? I'm afraid I didn't bring much that could fill you up. "
Relaxing once again, Marsha told him her hypothesis. She wasn't
hungry, and hadn't been since the incident. It was her guess
that she had 'eaten' the electricity by means of some unknown
process in her milk-altered body. She told him all she knew
about Amanda Quinteros and Blair Reilly, about her friend Sherry
Rodriguez, and their night of milk drinking. Since she had
started to grow shortly after that night, it was only plausible
that all this weirdness stemmed from some powerful, unknown sub-
stance in Amanda's breast milk.
Then, the incident with the severed power line happened. She had
grown to her present phenomenal stature after a mere fifteen or
so minutes contact with the thousands of volts of electricity
pouring out of the cut line. Something, some process in her
body, was able to convert that energy directly into mass, bypass-
ing or overriding her ordinary metabolic functions.
Matt struggled to take it all in. "You sure aren't just some or-
dinary girl, Big Gorgeous, that's for sure. You know, if you're
right, you should start to shrink as your body reverts to its
regular metabolism. "
"I hope so", Marsha replied.
"So let's have some fun, while you're still this size!!", said
Matt.
"You're crazy!", laughed Marsha, the island shaking with the
force of her laughter. "You want to fuck me **now** ?"
"How many guys get to make love to a mountain, Big Gorgeous?", he
replied. "Now lay back, relax, and think about me, and you. Its
gonna take me a little time to get ready. " He picked up the bas-
ket and pulled a gallon tin of olive oil out of it, then started
walking down the beach towards his girlfriend's distant feet.
The summer sun was slowly beginning to set in the bay behind him.
Matt looked up at the wall Marsha's left leg made, towering al-
most twelve feet into the air. He kept trudging, passing around
the spur of her house-sized heel into the sheltered canyon be-
tween her legs. It was almost a half a football field from her
feet to the thicket surrounding her immense pussy. Pulling him
self upward along the dark, moist lips of Marsha's labia, Matt
passed through the chest-high forest of her dark public hair, and
emerged onto the level plain of her flat abdomen.
Marsha trembled as he crossed her belly-plain, trudging towards
the rising foothills of her enormous breasts. "That tickles,
lover", she shouted.
When Matt arrived at the base of Marsha's left breast, he marvel
led at their magnificent size and girth. Marsha's face was hid-
den from him by the massive six-story-high tit thrusting into the
sky. He pressed himself into her breast tissue, struggling for a
handhold. Despite their immense bulk, his girlfriend's breasts
were soft and pliant, and Matt was able to slowly work his way up
to the top.
When he was about half-way up, he felt the hillock of Marsha's
breast tremble violently. He stared down. Far below him, Marsha
was cupping her other breast with her huge right hand. He turned
to watch her other arm fly by his head on its way to the dark
moist cavern of her pussy. He held on for dear life as Marsha
began to sway gently with her growing passion.
With a final effort, Matt crested the top of Marsha's huge tit.
Far below him, he saw the gentle downward slope of her titanic
breasts, her tower-like neck, her room-sized mouth, the masses of
dark chocolate-brown hair. He turned 'southward', across the
flat plain of her abdomen, to where she was stroking her cav-
ernous pussy with two pillar-sized fingers.
Stripping his clothes off, Matt saw that Marsha saw him, and he
waved to her. He pulled the olive oil and the bull-horn from the
basket. "I claim this mighty right tit in the name of King
Matthew the First, only true sovereign over the whole of the
lands of Marsha Sanchez, the plain of her stomach, the forest of
her most aromatic and delightful snatch. "
He was nearly toppled from his throne by Marsha's laughter, but
he opened the olive oil, doused his body with it, and walked
across the table-top sized areola to grab her towering nipple,
which was almost nine feet high and a good six feet in circumfer-
ence. Matt, now well-greased with the olive oil, began to jump
up and down on her huge tit, sliding up and down along the huge
shaft of her erect nipple.
Marsha shrieked with delight. "Oh papito, que rico!", she
screamed in Spanish. She looked at her little lover jumping up
and down on her left breast, and thrilled to the violent sensa-
tions it sent coursing through her whole immense body. She began
rubbing her pussy more violently.
Matt pushed his tiny erection against Marsha's immense, column-
like nipple. She felt it prick against her own sensitive erec-
tile tissue, adding to her swelling delight. This was better
than she had ever imagined. Her huge body was insanely respon-
sive and sensitive to even the lightest touch. She dipped her
fingers into her cunt, seeking the hard knob of her clit. She
found it and began to rub it in time to Matt's gyrations against
her nipple. She moved her hand from her mammoth right breast to
the one Matt was standing on, and Matt felt the ground sway under
his feet as Marsha massaged her breast roughly.
"Oh, oh, Matt!", she panted mightily, "that feels so good!
Please, I never thought I could feel like this!" Matt redoubled
his efforts on her nipple, now slick with the oil from his body.
Marsha lurched to a semi-sitting position, grabbed her mammoth
left breast, put it to the hot moist cavern of her mouth, and be-
gan sucking it furiously. Matt tumbled six stories down onto her
abdomen, and watched with horror as he realized how close he had
come to being sucked into Marsha's mouth himself.
Then he picked his way across her abdomen, and down into the hot
canyon of her cunt. Marsha's fingers were gone, thankfully, pre-
occupied with breast play. Matt slipped down between her labia,
found and straddled her tree- stump sized clit, and began rubbing
it with his legs and arms. The thick ropey fluid of his
beloved's passion shot against his flesh in hot waves, and he
even managed to hang on as Marsha arched her back, pushed her
pelvis skyward, and began to thrust rhythmically with Matt's min-
istrations. He wrapped his legs around her clit like it was a
wild horse, and grabbed the inner skin of her labia with his
hands. pulling it around him to protect himself from the vio-
lence of Marsha's orgasm.
Doubtless, they could hear Marsha's screams and moans through the
whole county, Matt thought as she began rocking from side to side
and thrusting even more vigorously with her pelvis.
Fuck a mountain, hell, he thought. This is like fucking an
earthquake. I hope I survive. Finally, in a paroxysm that threw
Matt fifty feet into the ocean, Marsha came. She waded out and
plucked out of the surf, clutching him gently to her heaving,
mountainous bosom. She set him on the palm of her hand, and see-
ing that he was still erect, shot her mattress-sized tongue out
and began to flick the tip of his dick.
"I want to do something for you now, lover", she gasped. "Let me
show you what I can do. " The tip of her tongue was like a play-
ful Anaconda as she flicked it and licked around Matt's crotch.
Finally, she held him close and gently took his whole dick into
the vast cave of her mouth. His turgid dick felt awash in hot
oceans of saliva, and he felt the sofa-sized muscles of her lips,
and the ham-like muscle of her mighty tongue brush against it
with what must have been incredible gentleness for her. He came
in thunderous waves, and shot what would have been a huge load
into any other girl's mouth.
Marsha just smiled, and placed him gently into the deep crevasse
between her enormous breasts, reclined gently onto the beach,
where they both fell into an exhausted sleep.
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To be continued
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