Chapter 1

Nolan couldn't believe they had spent two hours in the mall and they weren't even done yet. It wasn't even that they had spent a lot of money; indeed, the problem was that Amy was being painfully slow with her shopping. She had about three hundred bucks in cash and gift cards from her twenty-first birthday and was spending it like she would never see money again. Amy had drug him through nearly every store in the mall, some of them twice, and she had only came away with a few clothes, a video game and some massive anime art book that Amy herself described as 'dorky'. Thankfully, this was supposed to be their last stop; a jewelry store.

"You really don't mind?" Amy asked, looking up at her boyfriend. "I know we've been here a long time already and this could take a while..."

"For like the fifth time, no, I really don't mind." Nolan replied.

Amy pushed back a lock of her blonde hair from her glasses and grinned from ear to ear. "Thanks. Hopefully it won't take too long, this is my splurge item!"

Nolan couldn't help but smile back. She was absolutely adorable when her face lit up that way. "I need to get your gift anyway. Meet you at the food court?"

"Sounds great."

About twenty minutes later, Amy's smile was gone and her joy was replaced with frustration. Sh decided to do one final pass over the jewelry store. She was determined to find something she'd enjoy in her price range, but she began to feel the whole place was out of the question. Every piece she'd inquired about was good ten times out of her range. Nothing new caught her eye, though, and she sighed.

"I don't suppose you have anything in a lower price range, do you?" she asked the sales rep behind the display case.

"Well, I suppose I can think of one item," he replied. "Give me just a moment."

The man opened a door behind him and disappeared for a moment. He came back carrying a black box, placed it on the glass and opened it to reveal a golden ring with a sapphire mounted on it.

"I swear this thing has a mind of its own. Usually takes me forever to find it back there, but this time it was just sitting plain view."

"Really?" Amy asked, "This looks as expensive as all the other things."

"Unfortunately, this is not a real gem and it is not plated in true gold. I must say it is an almost flawless reproduction; the difference is impossible to see with the eye. Sadly, that is not enough for most of our customers."

Amy took the ring from the case and eagerly slid it onto her finger. Rather than the cold touch of metal, the ring filled her with an unexpected warmth. Much to Amy's relief and delight, the ring fit perfectly. She looked up at the sales rep, beaming.

"How much?"

"One-hundred and twenty-five dollars."

"Sold," she answered without hesitation. She pulled out the entirety of the money her grandparents had given her plus a bit of her own and handed it over. With an extra bounce in her step, Amy headed back out to the mall to meet Nolan downstairs. As she came down the escalator, Amy sighed when she caught sight of Nolan sitting at table with a woman she didn't recognize.

Amy's self-consciousness about her own height and figure made her quite worried when taller, bustier women started getting a little too friendly with Nolan. Not that out sizing her was a great feat; Amy stood at a whopping 4'11" and, while not exactly flat, her lack of curves did her no favors when paired with her tiny stature. even Nolan, at an unimpressive 5'7", towered over her.

She stepped off the escalator and casually approached the table. The thought of eavesdropping crossed her mind but she shook it off quickly, instead listening the best she could as she approached.

"You ever been told you're kinda cute?" the girl asked.

"Um, once or twice. I guess in a nerdy sort of way?" he answered.

Amy loudly cleared her throat and hustled over to Nolan before he could reply. "Hey. Sorry that took so long."

"Oh, who might this be? Your little sister?"

The woman's words pierced Amy's heart. Could she manage to go a day without enduring some kind of shot at her body? Every time, every goddamn time she started to become a little more secure about herself, something invariably happened to drag her down again. She couldn't even bring herself to say anything, instead just standing with her mouth agape.

"This is my girlfriend." Nolan answered in a harsh tone.

"Oh. Ooooohh. I'm very sorry," the girl told Amy, who wouldn't even make eye contact, "I suppose I should go and try to dislodge my foot from my mouth."

The woman stood up from the chair and hastily made for the doors to the parking lot. Amy plopped herself down in the chair and sulked with her head resting on one of her hands.

"I'm sorry, Amy. You alright?"

"Yes." Amy replied snippily. She wanted him to stop before she blew up. She was a powder keg and he was waving around an open flame. Most times she could deal with it because she knew he meant well deep down, but this wasn't a normal day.

"You hungry? I'll go order you something."

"No."

Nolan sighed. "Listen, Amy, you're not short. You-"

Kaboom.

"Stop it!" Amy yelled. She stood up and angrily walked over to him. "God dammit, Nolan, stop it! It doesn't make it better when you tell me shit I know isn't true! Why do you men have to try and fix everything?! I'm not a fucking puzzle that needs solving! Sometimes I just need to simmer!"

"I was just trying to help."

"I know, but it doesn't work! We've been over that! If you want to help, don't ogle every damn woman that comes on to you!"

"I was not! She was irritating the hell out of me!"

"Yeah, you looked really irritated staring at her boobs! How long were you planning on letting her hit on you?!"

"You know I get flustered sometimes! I didn't want to be a dick!"

"So you'd rather make me fe-"

Amy stopped mid-sentence and began to wince. A light tingle surged through her right arm and spread to her entire body. She rubbed her forehead and tried to shake it off but the feeling seemed to intensify.

"Amy? What's wrong?"

"I-I'm fine. My clothes just feel tight," she complained. She looked away and adjusted her bra strap as discreetly as she could.

"Amy, what's happening to you? Are you getting taller?" Nolan asked with much more urgency than before.

Amy didn't answer, far too preoccupied with looking over her body. Her shirt had slowly crept up her body, exposing her toned stomach. The cotton began to rip loudly but not nearly fast enough for Amy's comfort. It was more than simply growing larger; she couldn't deny that her breasts were swelling at a

much greater rate. Her nearly non-existent breasts now stuck out a few inches, applying even more pressure to the overstretched garment. Desperately wanting free of her fabric prison, she thrust her swelling chest outward and forced the shirt to rip in two, exposing her massive chest practically spilling out of a comically undersized bra.

"They're so...so big..." she sighed sensually.

Her short blue jean shorts hadn't fared much better. Her once bony butt was now an enormous, shapely derriere. The shorts crept higher as she continued to grow, exposing more and more smooth skin, before giving out completely.

With the pain of her restraints gone, Amy felt nothing but complete bliss. Every last inch of her body was brimming with an incredible energy. Her modesty long ago gone, Amy let out progressively louder moans that echoed through the now-silent mall.

"God, it's like an orgasm that doesn't stooooop!"

As she neared eight feet in height, her bra finally popped off, revealing two voluptuous breasts. By now, Amy was completely lost in the euphoria of her incredible transformation. She squeezed and fondled her massive melons and felt them swelling against her palms, completely oblivious to the crowd of onlookers. One hand traced its way down her stomach and down to her sopping wet pussy and started to rub rhythmically, the other still cupping her breasts as they just kept growing. "Why does this...ungh...feel..so...GOOOOOD!?" the gigantic Amy boomed.

Only after she had nearly doubled in height did her growth slow to a halt. She pulled her hands away from her sensitive areas and let them rest at her side as she caught her breath, eyes still closed. For a moment, everyone was able to admire the sweating, panting, nine-and-a-half foot woman.

Amy's eyes slowly opened as she took in her new perspective. She looked around, mouth agape, at the miniature world around her.

Down below, Nolan was at a complete loss. In two minutes his dorky, cute, petite girlfriend had transformed into a voluptuous, towering beauty. He considered getting her attention but hesitated; what if she was still mad? Angry Amy was surprisingly intimidating when she was short. Giant angry Amy sounded downright terrifying. Putting aside his concerns, he shouted up to her.

"Are you okay?! Amy!"

Amy looked down in Nolan's direction but her breasts had grown so large that they obscured her view. She took a few steps back, her enormous bare feet making a distinct thunk against the tile floor, and barely managed to make out Nolan. Her eyes went wide and chill ran down her spine as the reality of the situation set in.

"Oh God. Oh my fucking God, this was real! I thought I was having a dream!" she cried. She made a desperate attempt to cover herself with her hands and arms but was only barely able to cover her swollen areole, let alone the rest of the giant mounds of titflesh. Amy looked around, horrified at the crowd of hundreds that had gathered, a handful of them trying and failing to conceal their attempts to photograph her with their phones.

Nolan could see the anxious look on Amy's face and things started to snowball and she completely lost it.

"Amy, follow me. We're getting out of here. You can hold it together a little while longer. I know you're strong enough."

The amazonian woman took a deep breath and nodded. Her nervous expression was replaced with one of determination as she summoned all the willpower she had.

"Y-yeah. Breaking down's not going to solve anything. Let's go."

Nolan ran ahead at a slow jog, knowing Amy's much longer strides could easily keep pace. "Where are we going, exactly?"

Nolan didn't reply because he hadn't actually figured that out yet. The whole thing he had been concerned with was getting her out of the spotlight, but a throng of people was still trailing them.

"Nolan! Amy!" a familiar voice came from down the corridor.

"Is that Megan? It's Megan!" Amy exclaimed, pointing at her tall, raven-haired roommate in a black shirt and khakis. "She's a manager at a place here, I forgot!"

Amy abandoned her rather futile efforts to cover herself and sprinted full speed, her footsteps leaving small cracks in the tile as she blew past Nolan and reached the store. She clumsily squeezed her large body through the door and stumbled onto the carpet before crawling farther inside and hiding behind

some tall shelves. Megan followed Nolan inside, slammed a button to lowered the store's metal shutters and walked back to address the couple.

"So does someone want to explain what the fuck is going on here? I went in the store room for ten minutes and all hell broke loose."

"I don't really know," Amy explained. "Nolan and I had a little spat, I got upset and then everything kind of went fuzzy. Next thing I know I'm blowing up into this."

"Amy, you...you do know what you were doing in the meantime, right?" Nolan asked. "I know," Amy went red with embarrassment. "I was enjoying it too much..."

"Holy shit, that was YOU?!" Megan shouted.

"You heard that?!"

"How could I not?! I assumed it was some couple in a storeroom next door, not my innocent little roomie rubbing one out in-"

"OKAY, can we NOT talk about that anymore!? Can we get me covered up instead? I don't want to be

naked when the cops get here."

"Oh, right. Lemee go get the biggest sheets we have. Don't you two do anything while I'm gone."

Megan took out her keys and went through an 'Employees Only' door which clicked shut behind her. Amy noticed Nolan still had his back to her with his arms crossed.

"Nolan," she began, "I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I shouldn't have exploded on you like that. You didn't deserve it."

"And I'm sorry I don't know when to shut my mouth." Nolan replied, still unmoving. "Please turn around and look at me. I don't want to talk to the back of your head." "I didn't want to make you...uncomfortable by looking at you naked. I might stare."

Amy leaned forward with a grin and put a big hand on Nolan's shoulder and effortlessly turned him around. He went wide-eyed for a split second and immediately shut his eyes.

"Nol, don't do that." she chided him.

"You know I'll end up staring."

"I don't care. If you can actually look at me it'll make me feel better...like less of a huge freak."

Nolan was silent for a moment before letting out an exaggerated sigh. "I guess if I have to look at your amazing body again, I'm willing to make that sacrifice."

Amy burst out laughing, something she'd desperately needed.

Nolan opened his eyes and simply admired the gorgeous woman before him. Her long, shapely legs, her firm abs, and especially her enormous, bare breasts. They were at least half a foot wide each. He imagined it would be a struggle to even hold half of one in both his hands. Despite their sheer size, they looked remarkably firm, sticking out almost just to spite gravity. He looked up to her face and she met his gaze with a nervous smile and blushed bright pink. It still didn't quite register that she was almost as tall sitting down as he was standing up.

"You wanted me to look and now you look embarrassed that I did."

"Well, it's not exactly how I imagined you'd see me naked for the first time. I figured I'd be about five feet shorter. And...I'd always been nervous that you'd be disappointed at how small I was, or that you just didn't want to because of what you expected. I mean, we've been dating for six months but we've never even tried to...you know."

Before Nolan could answer, Megan returned carrying several large bedsheets.

"Here we go! This should cover you for now. I'll craft them into something nicer later."

"White sheets? Really?" Amy groaned.

"They were the only ones that I could find that would cover you well enough. Besides, you can almost wear them like a toga!"

"It'd be fitting," Nolan chuckled. "You've got the body of a goddess, you might as well dress like one, right?"

Amy's face turned a deep red. "Oh, thanks...um, would you two help me get them on?"

Nolan and Megan spent the next few minutes wrapping the sheets around Amy's body. While the two worked, Nolan's words echoed through Amy's mind and filled her with an incredible warmth. It wasn't as though he never complimented her figure before; Amy was simply too insecure to really believe it when he did. This time, though, it really sunk in. She replayed his words in her mind a few times and smiled wider each time.

"Amy, you've got the goofiest look on your face right now," Megan teased. "What's up?" "Oh, nothing." Amy giggled. "Nothing at all."

After plenty of fiddling and pulling, Amy's body was reasonably covered and her dignity was restored. Megan wheeled over a body mirror and Amy examined herself. The makeshift outfit lacked shoulder straps, instead held up by tight knots and safety pins. She looked down at her cavernous cleavage and tugged on the sheet.

"If this holds, it'll be a miracle," Amy said dryly. "Especially up front."

"Or the back." Megan laughed. "Anyway, I think we did a pretty damn good job if I do say so myself." Suddenly, someone knocked several times against the shutters of the store.

"State Police! Please open up!" a male voice called out.

"Wow, guess we got that done in the nick of time, huh?!" Megan exclaimed. "I'll go open it up for them. Just remember, don't let them push you around, okay? They might try the tough guy act, but they'd have to climb on a ladder to look you in the eye."

Megan gave Amy the tightest hug she could before walking to the front of the store, leaving her and Nolan alone again.

"She's right," Nolan said, looking Amy in the eyes. "Don't let them intimidate you. Besides, we're here for you. I'm here for you." He placed a comforting hand on Amy's shoulder.

Amy couldn't help but pull him close. She ran a big hand through his hair and down his back while she nuzzled his neck and whispered softly into his ear.

"Thank you, Nolan. You really have no idea how much you've done for me today.

Chapter 2

Amy kept scouring the contents of the shelves for things to keep her occupied. This was her defense mechanism. When something was completely out of her hands, her mind did whatever had to do to blot it out. She yanked a bottle of shampoo off the shelf and gripped it tight. Though the bottle read "XL", in her large hands it more closely resembled a travel bottle from a hotel bath. She started reading the small print on the side of the bottle and suddenly froze.

"I'm not wearing my glasses." Amy announced, as though this was a great revelation.

Nolan cocked an eyebrow. "Um, no, you're not. They got ruined with everything else you were wearing. Frankly, I was impressed you got all the way here without falling flat on your face. I know how difficult it is for you to see without them."

"That's the thing; I CAN see! Everything looks crystal clear! How can my vision magically fix itself? That's impossible!"

"As opposed to the other things that have happened to you today?"

"...Yeah, I guess. But hey, I'm okay with this change! I've been stuck with glasses since I was three! I HATE the darn things! They make me look like even more of a nerd than I am...and that's saying a lot."

Nolan's response was interrupted by the metallic grinding of the shutters opening and then quickly closing again. Unsure of who exactly had come in, they braced themselves for the worst-case scenario of an entire police squad with guns drawn. Megan popped her head around the corner and smiled.

"We've got visitors."

She gestured behind her and a surprisingly small group of newcomers paraded in: a doctor, a nurse, and a single police officer who was having a rather animated conversation on his phone. Judging by his hat and the number of adornments on his uniform, Amy guessed he was probably the chief of police.

"That's it?" Amy asked with a tilt of her head. "I figured there'd be a whole mob trying to get in here..."

"There was," Megan groaned. "Trust me, there was. But the doctor here didn't want to deal with all the commotion and the cops took care of it."

"Honestly, it wouldn't have bothered me," the doctor said. "But I figured the young lady didn't want cameras filming her right now."

"Oh gosh, yes, thank you. I would be happy to never be filmed again after what happened earlier."

The doctor stepped towards Amy. "Well, we're off to a good start then, aren't we? I'm Doctor Cullen, but you can call me Andrea. I'm guessing you're Amy, huh?"

"Um, yep. Please tell me you aren't going to poke me with stuff."

"I...may need a quick blood sample, but otherwise I just want to take your pulse and other vitals. I need to make sure your body is holding up well. Is that okay?"

"I don't have much choice, do I?" Amy sighed. "Just be gentle, okay?"

Amy took a deep breath and closed her eyes while Andrea examined her. She tried to keep her mind on other things, but the icy touch of the stethoscope and Andrea's relatively small clammy hands made that next to impossible; the only thought she managed was about why doctors always had such frigid hands.

"Can you lay back for me, Amy? I need to get an exact measurement of your height."

Andrea pulled out a tape measure and handed one end to her nurse. Amy felt rather embarrassed as she heard it continue to stretch longer.

"Incredible," Andrea marveled as she scribbled away on her clipboard. "Nine feet, eight inches."

I'm friggin' enormous. Amy thought. She let out a long sigh and massaged her forehead. That was about the height she'd expected, but hearing the actual number aloud was still jarring.

"Well, your pulse, heart rate, breathing, and everything else is normal. That's quite remarkable. I would have expected your body to be experiencing some stress with its new size."

"I did, too," Amy agreed. "That's why I've been a bit scared. I've learned about people with conditions like gigantism in my biology courses. People that get end up taller than eight feet usually don't end up well."

"But here you are, healthy as an ox. I couldn't begin to imagine what could have caused this to happen, but I'll get this sample analyzed and consult with some of my colleagues. Honestly, every doctor in the world will be curious about this case. There's going to be no shortage of people trying to figure out what happened."

"So can I go home?"

"Are you alright with being monitored? I'd like to check your vitals in the morning and the evening for a few days, just to make sure you're stable."

"That's okay with me. It'd make me feel better, too."

"I suppose that leaves the decision up to you, Chief." Andrea said, turning to the officer.

"I've been speaking with the governor and she's quite sympathetic to Miss Amy's plight. If the doctor says you're okay, you're free to go."

"Wow, really?! I was afraid I'd get handed over to the feds for experimentation or something."

Megan patted Amy on the shoulder. "I told you everything would be okay! The worst we have to worry about is a bunch of idiots with cameras."

"Y-yeah, I guess it worked out."

Megan delved into her pockets and whipped out a keychain. "Heads up, Nol." She chucked it a bit too hard at Nolan and nearly smacked him in the face before he caught it. "Can you go pull my SUV up? I really hope she'll fit in the back. I'm gonna see these folks out. Plus, my manager is on his way and I think I might need to give him a bit of an explanation."

"I suspect I'll be roped into giving some sort of 'press conference' about my findings, too," Andrea groaned. "I'll see you tonight, Amy."

"Sure thing," Amy said with a wave. "Thank you, Doctor!"

A moment later, Amy found herself alone for the first time that day. Crawling on her hands and knees, she made her way over to the other end of the store. Earlier, a full-length mirror had caught her eye and she couldn't resist the temptation to see her new body for herself. She plopped down in front of it and gasped at her reflection and, in particular, her breasts that were pushing against her makeshift dress. There was no way those massive melons were hers! They looked large from her perspective, but from the front they were downright gigantic. She gave one a squeeze and gasped at its sensitivity.

Before she could examine the rest of her body, Nolan honked the horn of Megan's car. The towering blonde rose to her feet, momentarily forgetting her stature and banging her head hard against the ceiling. Cursing to herself, she ignored the stinging pain and hastily made her way to the door which turned out to be much smaller than she had anticipated. She tried to bend over further but simply couldn't squeeze her way through.

"I'm too big to walk through doors," she groaned. "Never thought I'd have that issue."

She finally caved and crawled through to find Nolan standing with next to the open lift gate of Megan's SUV.

"Oh, gosh, I can stand up again," she moaned as she stretched her arms skyward. She heard her bedsheet robe rip a bit as she arched her back, but she didn't care right now. All she wanted was a moment to bask in the warmth of the sun. A moment later, she looked down at Nolan with a long sigh.

"Good to go?" he asked.

"Yeah. Please, God, let me fit in there."

Amy crawled into the back of the SUV on her side. The vehicle rocked rather violently from side to side as she attempted to squeeze her full body inside. Her head nearly reached the dashboard before she was able to curl her legs inside. With a thumbs-up from Amy, Nolan slammed the back door shut and walked around to the driver's seat again.

"Good thing you're not claustrophobic, huh?" he asked.

"It's not as bad as it looks, really. Um, you could probably fit in here if you wanted to, you know."

Nolan chuckled and brushed away a lock of Amy's hair from her eyes. "Sorry, can't. I have to drive back, plus I need to do some errands before it gets too late." He ran his hand across her smooth skin and rested it on her cheek. "I wish I could, trust me."

"Alright, let's go, let's go!" Megan's voice yelled. Before Nolan could even look up, she had jumped in the driver's seat and slammed the door. "You don't wanna know how many news crews are going to be after us. We need to go before they figure out which car is us."

Nolan pecked Amy on the cheek. "Love you, babe. See you tonight?"

"You bet," she smiled. "Love you too."

Chapter 3

Megan hadn't been exaggerating about the media presence; the parking lot had a news van for every local station and several she didn't even recognize. Amy managed to keep just low enough to avoid being seen, and a few back road detours allowed the duo to avoid any more attention on the way back to their apartment complex. Megan gave a long sigh of relief as she drove through the opened gate and heard it clank shut behind them.

"I hate to make you move from that wonderful sleeping position, but we're here," she said as she backed into the nearest spot.

Amy responded with a groggy groan and nothing more.

"Seriously, how the hell did you sleep back here?" Megan asked as she popped the lift gate. "It looks miserable."

Amy groaned and slid out of the back of the vehicle, far more easily than she had gotten in. "Your driving made it worse than it needed to be," Amy complained as she stretched. "I think you hit every bump and pothole but I was just too exhausted to care."

"Phew, someone's grumpy."

"You grow five feet in a day and see how you feel."

"Probably wouldn't be quite that bitchy."

Megan laughed and turned around, expecting to see Amy smiling at her teasing. Instead, the enormous blonde was standing only a few feet from her, arms crossed and looking unamused. Megan instinctively took a step back from the much larger girl. At a hair over six feet, she wasn't used to looking up at most people, which made it all the more intimidating that she only stood eye-level with Amy's abs as they stuck out from the ripped sheets. The scowl on her face didn't help, either; when she was only five feet tall, that look was almost cute. Now that Amy was the biggest woman on the planet, though, it made Megan a little nervous.

"I probably should have phrased that better. You know I was just kidding."

Amy's shook her head and her annoyed expression quickly turned to a smile. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I was acting pretty grumpy, huh? Being hungry doesn't help. Let's just hurry up and just get inside before someone spots us."

The loud thuds of Amy's large bare feet against the wooden floor echoed through the hallway as the pair made their way to their apartment. Each footstep made Amy more embarrassed. She was glad they lived on the first floor or else she'd cause quite a ruckus for their fellow tenants.

"Oh, you do have your phone," Megan said suddenly. "Are you going to let your parents know you're okay? You're probably all over the news."

Amy started to ask what her friend was on about before she looked in her hand and noticed that she was indeed holding her phone.

"Um, where did this come from? I thought this was still in my shorts. Nolan said he was going to get my stuff and bring it by later, but I don't even remember picking this up."

"Who knows? Just watch where you're going. I don't want a giant Amy-shaped hole in one of these walls."

Heeding Megan's advice, Amy fired off a message as quick as her large fingers could operate the keys and went back to watching her step. When they reached apartment 157, Megan pulled out her keys and opened the door and gestured for her friend to go first.

"Just a heads-up, I'm not pushing if you get stuck," Megan grinned.

Amy rolled her eyes and squeezed through the door with relative ease. She was thankful these apartments had been built with fairly high ceilings. Normally, their lack of furniture made the place seem too empty, but it was actually a blessing now. Aside from a coffee table, their sofa, and an entertainment center the living room was devoid of anything to obstruct her.

"Do you think it can hold me?" Amy asked, patting the black leather of the sofa. "I don't want to break it."

Megan shrugged. "Go ahead and find out. It probably needs to be replaced anyway."

The black leather sofa groaned in protest but miraculously held up as she gently lowered herself onto it. Her rear took up an entire seat cushion and it was a bit uncomfortable on her back but Amy found it preferable to sitting on the cold floor. Megan approached her and handed her a remote and a console controller.

"Alright, just make yourself comfortable. I'll go see what we have to eat."

"I can get it myself, you know."

"You've had a rough day. I want to help you unwind, okay?"

Amy smiled. She felt guilty being waited on, but she really did want nothing more than to just sit down and veg for a while. "Thanks. You're the best."

While Megan trotted off to the kitchen, Amy fired up her console. She looked around at her much smaller surroundings as it loaded. The whole place felt like it had been scaled down. It was an eerie feeling that was hard to shake, seeing things so familiar and yet so very different.

At least things weren't dollhouse-sized yet, she thought. Wait, 'yet'? I'm done growing. It was one-time thing. I can't possibly get any bigger than this, right? I don't want to end up bigger than a house...or an office building...or a skyscraper.

For a moment, though, her imagination drifted to a vision of herself at an outrageous height. She peered through an apartment window like it was a dollhouse before effortlessly plunging her hand through the wall. Her hand felt around deliberately for something; she wasn't sure what, but had the feeling she'd know it when she found it. Miniature furniture cracked and splintered against her hand before she wrapped it around something warm. Withdrawing her hand revealed her prize: a tiny, adorable Nolan sitting in the palm of her hand. She grinned and reached a finger towards him... "Here you go, hon."

Amy snapped back to reality at the sound of Megan's voice. She had returned carrying a large bag of chips and a soda.

"Oh, I...um, thanks," Amy mumbled, turning pink. Where in the hell had that little daydream come from? She tore open the bag of chips and started eating as she kept going with her game.

"Glad I'm feeding you something healthy," Megan joked, seemingly oblivious to her friend's embarrassment. "Are you going to need these again at some point or should I just try and sell them?" She gestured at a rather large pile of textbooks cluttering the coffee table.

"I can't say for sure yet. Gosh, that just makes me thankful this didn't happen to me a few weeks ago. Can you imagine having to study for finals like this? I'd probably bomb."

"Nah, you kidding? You could probably ace them all without studying at all."

"I'm not smart enough to handle that."

"Haven't you gotten an A in every class you've taken since you got here? Even though you take eighteen hours a semester?"

"Well, I did almost get a B in Immunology last semester..."

Megan rolled her eyes. "So that's a yes, brainiac."

Amy grit her teeth and gripped her controller but decided to let the conversation die. She hated those kind of comments; sure, she was smart, but she also worked her ass off to make those grades. They'd come with a high cost; all those nights spent alone in the apartment with her face buried in her notes, not being able to socialize and party like nearly every other girl she knew. If Nolan hadn't been so understanding, she'd probably still be single, too. She figured there probably weren't many college guys would put up with a girl cancelling three different dates because they had to study.

Maybe I just need to learn to take a compliment. God, I have issues.

Her hold on the controller strengthened until she gasped when she felt it snap in her hands. Amy and Megan looked at one another in surprise as small parts of broken device rattled on the floor.

"...Oh, crap," Amy said.

Megan raised her eyebrows and whistled. "Damn. I've never seen you break something in frustration before."

"That's not it! I'm just a heck of a lot stronger than I used to be, that's all. More importantly, that was my only controller!"

"Uh, there's one right here. Are you sure you don't need your glasses?" Megan quipped. She held up a second controller and waved it in front of Amy.

"Where'd you get that? The system only came with one controller and I never bought a second. Those things are like thirty bucks, too, so I'd remember buying it."

"I got it from the same fairy that magically brought you your cell phone. Maybe you should break it and see if she'll bring you a third one."

"Can she also get me a roommate that isn't a smartass?" Amy asked, sticking her tongue out.

Megan playfully punched Amy's her arm as the two girls giggled. The fact that Megan was still behaving this way was a great relief to Amy. A part of her was worried her size would make people afraid of her but, for her part, Megan was still being her usual laid-back self.

"Okay, I'm going to grab my sewing machine so I can get started on fixing up that outfit of yours," Megan said.

"You have a sewing machine? I've never seen you use it."

"Haven't had it too long. My clothes kept getting so many tears and holes from softball and hiking and stuff that I decided to learn how to fix them myself.

"I understand hiking, but I never got how they got so beat up from softball. Some days it looked like you'd been in a fight."

"Sometimes I was in a fight. If someone starts shit, I'm gonna finish it, you know?"

Megan walked to the next room, and a few thud, thunks and 'ouches' later, she reappeared with the sewing machine and a few more sheets. Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang.

"Ugh," Megan said with a frustrated sigh. "I'll take care of this. This better not be some door-to-door guy. Just hide for a minute."

The doorbell rang a second time before Megan reached it and flung it open. She was greeted by a young guy carrying at least a half-dozen pizzas and a few two-liter sodas. The two stared at one another silently for a minute.

"What the heck is this?" Megan spoke up.

"Your order," the man answered. He looked at the number on the door to double-check. "Room 157." Megan narrowed her eyes. "Um, look, I'm sorry, but we didn't order pizza."

"Pizza?!" Amy popped up from behind the couch and immediately gasped.

The man went wide-eyed. "Y-you're that girl that's been on the news!"

Megan slapped her forehead hard enough that she regretted it. "Look, you didn't see this, okay? And I'm sorry, maybe someone's pulling a prank on us, but we're not paying for something we didn't order."

"But...m'am, you already paid for it. "

"I...we...you know what, sure. Can you put this stuff on that table? Don't be afraid of her."

The deliverer nodded. He slowly approached the table, instinctively wary of Amy, and placed the items down on it before backing away at the same pace.

"Again, you never saw this, okay?" Megan handed him a ten dollar bill as an extra-large tip.

"O-of course. I wouldn't want to cause you two any trouble! I'll be off!" The man hurriedly left the room and Megan shut the door behind him. She turned around and glared at Amy, who had already cracked open a box and was drooling over the pepperoni pizza inside.

"Did you order this and forget to tell me?"

"No!" Amy exclaimed, shaking her head vigorously. "What would I even pay with?" "Yeah, I guess so. But in that case, who the hell did?"

"Maybe Nolan did it as a surprise? He knows I looooove pizza."

"Yeah, no kidding. Only you could stuff your face with pizza all the time, spend all day inside studying and still only weigh a hundred pounds."

Probably more like eight hundred now, Amy sighed.

"Anyway," Megan continued, "we didn't have to pay for it, so no point worrying about it. I'm pretty famished myself, so let's dig in."

 

Chapter 4

Nolan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he pulled into the space nearest to Amy's apartment building. His phone vibrated for what felt like the thousandth time that evening. Swiping the screen, he saw it was yet another message from one of his friends asking about Amy. It was comforting that so many people were concerned about her, but what was he supposed to tell them? He gave a stock response and shut his phone off. Digging around in the back seat, he pulled out a large plastic bag containing Amy's possessions and clothes and headed inside. Halfway down the hall, Megan popped out from the apartment and waved.

"Hey big guy."

"What's up?" Nolan replied. "Going out for a night of partying, are we?"

"You know it. This semester was kicking my ass so hard that I was stuck studying with the bookworm." She gestured at the apartment with her thumb. "Gotta make up for lost time, right?"

"Just don't come back completely wasted, okay?"

"Don't worry. I came back wasted one time and made a real mess. Amy had to take care of me. Girl went nuts the next morning. She was so mad said she'd literally throw me out the window if I ever came back like that again."

"God damn," Nolan chuckled. "I can't say I'd blame her, though."

"Neither can I. At the time I just laughed my ass off at the idea little Amy manhandling me. Guess the joke's on me now, huh? She'd probably fling me like a ragdoll."

"I would pay to watch a game of Megan-tossing."

"Yeah, screw you, too," Megan said, giving a wry smile that faded quickly as her expression turned serious. "I tried to coax Amy into coming and bringing you along just to get out and she said no."

"That's not really surprising. She didn't like parties to begin with."

"Yeah, but that's not the issue. What bothered me was that she said she didn't want to go out because she's 'freakishly huge'. I don't want her to feel like she needs to hide and be completely withdrawn."

Nolan frowned at the thought. As it was, Amy was already pretty shy and introverted. If she saw herself the way Megan described, she might get to the point where she didn't want to go out in public at all.

"I did remind her what you said before, though. That corny 'body of a goddess' line or whatever. You wouldn't believe how much that perked her up."

"Well, it's true. I didn't think it would have that kind of effect, though."

"Of course it would. What if you were in her position? Wouldn't you want to hear something like that from the love of your life? Especially if you had pretty crappy self-esteem like she does?"

"I probably would. I'm sure it's been harder on her than she's let on. She's tough, though; a lot tougher than she looks on the outside."

"You have no idea," she sighed, brushing her hair back. "Well, anyway, I shouldn't be holding you up; she's dying to see you. Catch you two later!" She gave a wave and jogged off.

Nolan put his hand on the doorknob and paused. Anxiety was setting in but he couldn't pinpoint why. Shaking it off, he twisted the doorknob and stepped inside. He immediately spotted Amy laid back on the couch, draped in a blanket and reading a book that looked more like a pamphlet in her large hands. He wondering how she could be comfortable there; she was tall enough to take up the entirety of the couch and much more. From the knees down, her legs dangled over the edge, swinging back and forth freely and nearly touching the apartment floor. She lowered the book and locked eyes with him. It was still a bit difficult for his mind to associate her adorable, girlish face with her new curvaceous body.

"Hi, sweetheart," she greeted him with a diffident smile.

"Hey you. You getting by okay?"

"About as well as a giant girl can, I think." Amy propped herself up on the couch. "What's in the bag?"

"Oh, I got your belongings and clothes together. Well, what's left of them, anyway. I couldn't find your phone, though."

"I already had it, apparently. Don't remember ever picking it up, but stranger things have happened. Like us getting an order of a half-dozen pizzas out of nowhere." She pointed over her shoulder at the pile of empty boxes and soda bottles on the kitchen counter. "I actually ate five of them by myself." She quickly added, "and yes, I brushed my teeth."

"Well, don't worry, you don't look like you've gained an ounce."

"Thank goodness." Amy patted the cushion next to her. "Come sit down. You look wiped."

"Yeah, I kinda am. Is the air conditioning too low?" he asked as he plopped on the warm cushion. "It's like eighty-five outside and you're covering with a blanket."

Amy's face went bright pink as she looked down at him. "No, I'm fine. It's just, um, Megan made me something to wear around the apartment to relax in, but...I'm a little embarrassed by it. It's kinda skimpy."

"Um, babe, you wanted me to look when you were-"

Amy raised her hand to cut him off. She tightened her grip on the blanket. "Yes, naked, I know. But that was because I needed to know I wasn't repulsive to you just because I was huge. This isn't the same thing. You know how shy I am about showing skin, right?"

"Yeah, I do. You didn't even want to wear a two-piece when we were out at spring break."

"Exactly. All those girls walking around on the beach with their bikinis and I'm sitting there in a t-shirt. It was bad enough to be shy when I was short little Amy, flat as an ironing board, but now I finally have real curves and I'm still too bashful to show off even a little bit." She took a deep breath and shook her head." I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to deal with me being such a dork."

Nolan rested his hand on her upper leg. "Hey, it's just how you are! Uh, timid, I mean, not a dork. Besides, you're really cute when you get all shy. That's exactly how you were when we met, remember?"

"You mean how I introduced myself? And by 'introduced myself' I mean 'said hi and stared at the ground'?"

"Yep, I was just studying when this cute girl came up to me. Man, you were blushing so hard, too. "

"It wasn't easy to do. After I told Megan you looked cute, she wouldn't stop badgering me until I went over and talked to you. Took me a good ten minutes to get the courage to walk over there."

"Well, I'm glad you did. Best thing that ever happened to me."

Those words filled Amy with such warmth that she couldn't help but giggle with joy. "Me too."

She leaned down and gave Nolan a peck on the cheek. Pulling back, she looked pensively at her blanket and gripped it tight.

"You know...I really am being silly, aren't I? There's no reason I should be reluctant to show off around you."

Before Nolan could answer, and, more importantly, before she could have second thoughts, Amy yanked the blanket off in one swift motion. The cold air of the apartment washed over her body as she sat before her boyfriend in what was likely the skimpiest outfit she'd ever worn; a white tanktop and a pair of shorts, both apparently crafted from the same sheets as earlier. The top barely covered half her midriff and left her flat stomach exposed. The thin fabric left little to the imagination, struggling to restrain breasts larger than bowling balls, to say nothing of the considerable cleavage. Her chest bounced and wobbled with every motion as she shifted her weight and folded one leg onto the couch to face Nolan. Despite her earlier proclamation, Amy's red face betrayed her embarrassment.

"So...do you like it?"

Even though he'd seen her in all her naked glory only a few hours prior, Nolan was no less impressed by what he saw this time around.

"It's hot," Nolan blurted out and immediately cringed at those words. "I mean, you're hot. Not that you didn't look great before. Because you did, just in a different way. You were beautiful and had a great figure. This is just so much different. They're so big and round. Not that there's not appeal to smaller ones. You can stop me from digging this hole for myself anytime you want."

"Just put down the shovel and no one gets hurt," Amy grinned.

Nolan put his hands up in faux surrender. "Deal! You really do look amazing, though." "I'm glad. So...ready to watch that movie?" she asked.

"That was the plan. I was surprised you hadn't seen it before."

"Friend loaned it to me the other day and I hadn't gotten around to watching it yet. I already popped it in." Amy pushed aside a large pack of breath mints and the broken controller from earlier and grabbed the DVD remote from the table.

"Whoa, what happened there!?" Nolan gestured at the shattered device. "Never seen you rage at a game before, let alone actually break something."

"I just got lost in thought and gripped it too hard, honest," she said with a weak laugh. "Oh, good. I was afraid I might be next if I ticked you off."

Amy shot him a glare but mostly ignored him. "I just have to get used to my new strength, that's all. It's more than I expected considering I don't have guns like yours." She wrapped her hand most of the way around Nolan's bicep and gave it a squeeze. Despite its size, her hand looked as delicate as before, her touch as gentle as always.

"Probably wouldn't call them guns. I haven't been working out as rigorously as I should." "Don't be modest! They're still impressive even from waaaaaay up here."

"T-thanks," he stammered.

"Aw, now you're the flustered one!"

"Not really."

"You're blushing!"

"Can we just start the movie?"

Chortling a bit, Amy fiddled with the remote and the DVD player whirred to life and the opening began to play.

"I'm not too big to cuddle with, am I? It might be awkward."

Nolan answered by sliding along the couch and pressing himself against her warm body. Thankfully, he was just tall enough that his head rose above her breasts, avoiding the potential embarrassment of resting his head on one. Then again, that does sound pretty comfortable, he pondered. Emasculating as all hell, but comfortable.

Amy made things much easier by stretching out her long, thin legs on the coffee table and sinking down almost lowering herself to eye-level. She rested her head against his and pressed play.

It was difficult for Nolan to pay attention to the movie, and not just because he had seen it twice before. He figured Amy's outfit wouldn't affect him much, but he found himself unable to think about anything but her enormous, scantily clad body. It didn't help that her scent was driving him nuts. It must have been a new body wash, a blend of vanilla and some other fragrances he couldn't recognize that formed the most pleasant aroma he'd ever experienced.

Amy was also being more hands-on than usual. Right after the movie started, she lightly ran her fingers across his shoulder and massaged the nape of his neck. She would occasionally trace her finger along his chest and down his stomach, and at one point ran her hand along the inside of his thigh. Looking over to make a joke about her unusual friskiness, he saw Amy staring straight at him, her face as red as he had ever seen. He could hear her foot nervously tapping against the table.

"Uh. what's up?" he asked with a confused look.

Amy's eyes darted away and she remained silent while she mentally slapped herself. For all her regrets about their relatively slow love life, she knew this was the driving force behind it. How was stuff supposed to happen when she was so damn awkward about anything remotely sexual? It wasn't for lack of trying on Nolan's part, but her reluctance to risk embarrassing herself or leaving him disappointed meant none of his attempts ever got off the ground.

"C'mon, babe, you're being weird. What's wrong?"

This time has to be different, Amy thought. You've already come so far today. Just say it!

"Well, it's...it might have seemed like it earlier when I grew, but that wasn't a real 'release'. Don't misunderstand, I've never felt anything better in my life, but it left me wanting something more."

Nolan's eyes went wide with surprise at her sudden forwardness. Like so many times before, a lump formed in her throat as she started to consider all the ways this could go wrong.

Maybe you blindsided him...this did come out of almost nowhere. No, stop thinking and just do something!

"I, um..."

One of her large hands suddenly gripped Nolan's collar and pulled him to within an inch of her face. Her breath washed over him as she uttered three words he never thought he'd hear.

"I need you."

Chapter 5

Amy's heart throbbed audibly against her chest and her breathing picked up as looked into Nolan's eyes. Her grip tightened on her tiny boyfriend's shirt as she restrained her urges. Tempting as it was, tearing his clothes off would be a tad too bold. Thankfully, Nolan seemed to be mostly keeping his composure in the face of her aggression, though he still said nothing as Amy continued to talk.

"I've wanted you so badly for so long, Nolan. This has to be awkward, I know. All the times you've tried to coax me in the past, I pushed you away because I was a coward, Now I'm a ridiculous giant of a woman and suddenly I'm practically throwing myself at you and not even thinking about what you want. Are you okay with this?"

One of Nolan's hands gently stroked her cheek. The smile on his face helped her anxiety melt away. Even though he seemed so small before her, he still managed to exude a level of confidence that Amy only wished she could match. Slowly, he tilted his head and pressed his lips to hers. Amy shut her eyes and allowed herself to be lost in complete bliss. All her anxiety melted away while savored every moment that his soft lips touched hers and his tongue explored her mouth. After a few moments, Nolan pulled back slowly and smiled.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked.

"Yeah, it does," she whispered happily.

The couple locked lips once more. Nolan attempted to pull away once more, but Amy refused to be left wanting again. She cupped his head in her hand and kept the kiss going before letting him go.

"Bedroom?" Nolan asked.

"Yes. God, yes," Amy replied as she grabbed Nolan's arm. While she led him down the hallway, Nolan was unable to keep his eyes from her incredible, tight rear, mostly because it was about eye-level with him.

Amy squeezed her voluptuous body through the doorway, an exercise she quickly was growing accustomed to. She plopped onto the bed with a loud thud and started stripping off her makeshift clothes. Inch by inch she rolled up her top, revealing more of her fair skin and her gigantic breasts before she pulled it off in one great motion. Soon after, she slid her shorts down her long, smooth legs and laid back, leaving her nine and a half foot body naked and sprawled out before her lover. She peered over her breasts and gave Nolan a longing look.

"Look at me, Nolan. Your little girlfriend, the one who used to rest her head on your chest, doesn't even fit on this bed." She swung her lower legs to illustrate her point. "I dunno about you, but the more I think about it, the more I think it's...hot. Probably because it's so different than anything I've felt before. I've never been stronger or taller than anyone, and now look at me."

Without speaking, Nolan had stripped down to his boxers. As he walked towards the bed, Amy's body quivered with anticipation. It was finally here. She was as hot as she'd ever been in her life. Every fiber of her being urged her to massage her womanhood, but she knew the pleasure would be much greater if she waited just a bit longer.

Nolan slowly ran his hands along the inside of her thighs. She shuddered at touch of his rough, warm hands. Gently, he pressed against her stomach and crawled up to her chest and marveled at the size of her bosom. Either he had no sense of scale, or her breasts were indeed bigger than at last sight. They had to be the size of watermelons; granted, small ones, but there was no better comparison. The second his finger touched one, she spasmed and whimpered, stifling a moan. Even Amy herself was surprised; had she really gotten such pleasure from a simple touch?

"Oh my Goooood..." she moaned softly. "I can't believe this is real."

Watching Nolan giving such attention to her bosoms made her that much hotter. One miniscule, they were now so big that he couldn't even hold one with both hands. He glided his hands along the vast expanse of the breast and occasionally squeezed, each time eliciting a louder moan from Amy. Part of her feared she would moan so loud that the entire building would hear, but another part of her didn't give a damn if it meant she would get the release she'd wanted. Nolan's hands rhythmically kneaded the massive breast, pushing her to her limit. He inched up and placed his mouth over her hard nipple and, with one touch of the tongue, triggered pleasure like Amy had never felt before. Her body bucked so hard in response that Nolan was nearly flipped off. Was Nolan really doing a good job, or was she just that sensitive now? She didn't know or care.

After a few more moments of attention to her chest, Nolan traced his finger through her cleavage and down her stomach. He crawled back down her body to the edge of the bed. Lowering himself just a bit, he kissed her thighs and slowly licked them. Amy sighed and spread her legs a bit in response. Nolan's tongue delicately circled around her womanhood, eliciting another sigh as he licked her clit with the broad, wet surface of his tongue before working his way inside. There was too much pleasure for Amy to hold back anymore; she gave a deafening moan while his tongue circled around the inside of her womanhood. Her right hand forced his head further against her crotch as the pleasure intensified, while her left played with her breast. She tried to hold herself back to prolong this euphoria as much as she could, but her body couldn't help itself. Finally, after a minute, Amy gave a full-throated moan as her entire gigantic body shook in orgasm.

"N-Noolaaaaaan!" she screamed.

Amy's body shook and quivered a few more times, making the bed creak from the force of it. She thrust her head back and exhaled. One arm flopped over her stomach as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"You are...just...wow," she managed between breaths.

She lurched forward with surprising speed and pulled Nolan back to the bed with her. She gently rolled to her side and pressed herself against Nolan's back, his head nestled in her cavernous cleavage. After a minute of silent cuddling, she glanced at the clock and gasped.

"Oh, crap! The doctor!"

"Huh?"

"Andrea! She was coming to check on me, remember? Looks like she's running late, thankfully, but I need to get cleaned up!"

"Oh," he answered, standing up. "I'll go wait in the living room, then."

Though he tried to hide it, a bit of disappointment and sexual frustration was evident, both in his voice and on his face. While watching him get dressed, a feeling of guilt swelled up inside Amy. What had she just done? She'd thrown herself at her boyfriend, gotten the pleasure, and then sent him off. Granted, she had a legitimate reason, but she knew it would hurt if the roles had been reversed.

"Nolan?" she began

"Yeah?" Nolan asked. He turned around and faced her again.

"Sorry we got interrupted, but...you were so incredible. And..."

What are you thinking? she mentally scolded herself. You're way too much of a dork to do this! You're not gonna do it right.

Ignoring her thoughts, she sat up and leaned towards Nolan and nuzzled his neck. Turning pink, she reached a long finger along the large bulge in Nolan's boxers and whispered softly into his ear.

"Next time, it's your turn. I promise."

Nolan began to sweat and turned as red as she'd ever seen.

"I can't wait, babe," he said.

"Neither can I."

Amy leaned back and admired Nolan's tight little butt as he bent down to retrieve his clothes. "Shame you can't join me in the shower, but I'm trying to get clean. Maybe next time."

"Y-yeah, next time," he stammered as he got dressed. "Uh, I'll be in the living room."

Nolan hurried out and shut the bedroom door behind him. Amy grinned, pleasantly surprised with herself.

What do you know? I did pull it off. I wonder...would I have done that as little Amy? Would have even worked if I did? Probably not.

She ducked through the bathroom door and glanced at her body in the mirror, still amazed at seeing her face on this body. Amy awkwardly knelt down to fit herself in the shower and turned the water on. The water ran down her firm breasts as she rested against the wall and sighed, still riding her sexual high. She thought about her and Nolan's lovemaking again as she fiddled with the ring on her finger before looking at her hand in confusion.

Wait, how the heck is this thing still on? she wondered. Why didn't I outgrow it?

No explanation Amy could conjure up made sense. Granted, nothing about today made sense, but this was different; if her clothes and glasses didn't grow with her, the ring shouldn't have either. She pinched the ring to pull it off and inspect it, but suddenly stopped. A soothing warmth washed over her body and made her hesitate.

Then again, is it really a big deal? It's not doing any harm. I should be happy it's still intact.

Deciding to let it go, she hurriedly washed herself down and stepped out of the shower. She dried off and squeezed back into her clothes from earlier, wondering if they were a bit more snug than before, and went to go sit with Nolan.

I hope they're not running too late, Amy thought with a laugh. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep my hands to myself.

Chapter 6

Nolan sat sprawled out on the couch, head sunk into the leather cushion as he stared at the ceiling and processed the whirlwind of events he'd been swept up by. Truthfully, he'd been more than a little intimidated by the monumental task of pleasuring a colossal geek-turned-goddess, but he was proud of the way he handled it. Granted, he almost screamed when Amy's gargantuan body spasmed and nearly flipped him off like a ragdoll, but thankfully both he and the bed survived the experience. He tried to replay the situation in his head, but he couldn't get past the part where he groped Amy's breasts...those massive, pale, naked tits...

"Helllloooo."

His girlfriend's voice snapped Nolan back to reality. Rolling himself over to back of the sofa, he was met with the sight of Amy standing about ten feet away, hair still slightly damp. Though it was less surprising each time, Nolan's mind still registered Amy as a petite, bespectacled girl, not the voluptuous, nearly ten foot amazon she'd ballooned into. Judging by her shy smile and demeanor, whatever sudden boost of confidence she'd gained during their romp seemed to have diminished at least a bit along with her sex drive.

"You didn't have to stick around, you know."

"Well, I didn't want her to be stuck waiting while you showered and have a doctor standing outside your door. It'd look just a little weird."

"Yeah, I guess it would. Looks like you kept yourself busy, too."

Given that Nolan had plopped his butt on the couch the moment he'd come into the room, he was more than a little confused.

"What do you mean?"

"You cleaned up the mess Megan and I left in there," Amy answered, as she walked towards the couch, smiling and pointing her thumb over her shoulder.

With a raised eyebrow, Nolan glanced behind her to see the kitchen, a complete mess when he sat down a few minutes ago, was nearly spotless.

"Thank you! That was really thoughtful. I realized it as I was walking down the hallway. Would have been pretty embarrassing to have the doctor come in and see it looking like more of a pigsty than usual."

"But I...I didn't do anything."

"Ooooh, surrrre," Amy chirped, assuming she was playing along with a joke. "I guess it just cleaned itself. Or maybe I have the power to make stuff happen because I want it to. Maybe I have magic powers." She wiggled her fingers and giggled. "Just one more sweet thing you've done today."

"Uh, you're welcome." he managed. It was awkward taking credit for something he didn't do, but what else was he supposed to say? Obviously, Amy wasn't believe otherwise, so he might as well go with it.

Amy knelt down and placed her large hands on Nolan's shoulders and caressed them with a surprisingly gentle touch.

"Really, thanks for everything." Her smile turned to a grin. "And I do mean everything. You're the best boyfriend and lover a giant, awkward, nerdy girl could ask for. I just hope you're okay with being the small one now. A lot of guys wouldn't be comfortable with a girl who could lift them without trying." She paused and looked away sheepishly. "Sorry about that wild ride, by the way."

"Well, I survived, didn't I? At least there was no doubt that you enjoyed yourself." Nolan cracked a smile. "Plus, I only feel like slightly less of a man now."

"Trust me, no one should feel like more of a man than you right now," Amy purred. For a few moments giant woman stared at her boyfriend with a twinkle in her eyes before her gaze drifted to her right, at which point her laughter suddenly shattered the mood.

"What's so funny?"

"My big ol' caboose left quite an impression on that couch." Looking to his right, Nolan noticed one of the cushions did indeed have a large imprint of Amy's butt.

"Gosh, it's almost as big as the entire seat," she mused. "I don't know whether to take pride or die of embarrassment." She gently put one of her long fingers under Nolan's chin and brought his eyes back to her smiling face. "Given how long you were gawking, I can guess which side you come down on." "Can you blame me?"

"I suppose not," she conceded. Amy's ears perked up and she glanced over her shoulder at the door. "Well, I think I hear the doctor's voice down the hall, so I guess that's your cue. I feel so awful rushing you off like this."

"Hey, it's okay," Nolan assured her. "I'll give you a call tomorrow."

Before he could even get to his feet, Nolan felt himself once again being pulled by Amy's powerful arms. With seemingly no effort, she lifted him over the couch and set him down before her kneeling body.

"Sorry, but I had to do it again." Amy blew him a raspberry. "Payback for all the times you've picked me up by surprise."

"Hey, as long as I get payback for something else I did, too..."

Amy's cheeks flushed bright pink. "Of course you will," she sighed happily.

Nolan took a step forward and pressed his body against Amy's chest. Standing on the very edge of his tiptoes, he surged up and planted a kiss on her velvet-soft lips.

"I love you."

Strangely, after all the excitement of the night, that split-second kiss, one not of passion but of sheer love, gave Amy goosebumps.

"I love you, too."

Amy's eyes followed Nolan as he strolled to the door and glanced over his shoulder with a twinkle in his eye. Opening the door revealed Doctor Andrea, looking rather startled as the door flung open as she had one hand raised to knock. After a quick hello, the two passed one another and Andrea bumped the door shut behind her.

"Good evening, Amy," the doctor greeted her. Unlike their first encounter, Andrea was dressed much more casually, eschewing her lab coat for a black shirt and navy blue skirt.

"Hi!" Amy exclaimed. "Glad to see that I haven't exploded or anything yet?"

"I certainly am," Andrea chuckled as she placed her leather medical bag on the sofa table and unzipped it. "Worked out for both of us, then. Judging by your mood, I take it your body has held up just fine."

"Yeah, I feel great," Amy declared, sitting down and stretching her legs out. "In fact, the more I think about it, I don't know if I've ever felt this good. Well, besides being absolutely gigantic."

"Oh? How so? What feels different?"

"You mean besides these?" Amy patted the underside of her breasts, something she immediately regretted as she let out a gasp. "I thought these would be burdensome, but they're not nearly as heavy as I thought. Probably something that sets in over time."

Andrea raised her eyebrows. "You mean you weren't always proportioned this way?"

"Are you kidding?" Amy answered with a loud laugh. They were absolutely tiny." She pinched her thumb and forefinger together for emphasis.

"That's...very interesting." The doctor rummaged through her bag and pulled out a notepad. "Have you noticed any other changes?"

"Besides not needing my glasses anymore? Um, my asthma hasn't bothered me at all today. Usually it can get pretty bad and I have to carry an inhaler and stuff. But even when I was, um, breathing heavily earlier, it wasn't stressful at all. Oh, and it's probably because it's all new or something, but my skin feels incredible. I used to have issues with acne breakouts on my forehead. It sucked so hard, having to cover it with a truckload of makeup. Now I can't find a bump on my body. And the nasty scar I had on my side from surgery when I was a kid? That's gone, too."

"I can't help but notice all these things seem beneficial," Andrea observed while she furiously scribbled on her notepad. "Any negative side effects so far?"

"Um, I'm really hungry, but that's about it. I know that's hard to believe, but I'm being truthful." "No, I don't doubt your honesty, Amy," Andrea assured her. "Let me just take a quick look at you again."

The doctor walked to Amy's side and slid her hand underneath the larger woman's wrist to check her pulse. Even though Andrea had already seen her once today, she still marveled at the sheer size of Amy's hand, larger than any she'd ever seen yet smoother and softer than even her own. For a split second, Andrea felt her finger press against the cold metal of Amy's ring. Suddenly, Amy's hand jerked away with lightning speed, drawing gasps from both women.

"I'm sorry, I must have pinched something."

"Y-yeah, I guess so," Amy agreed. "That was freaky." She examined the ring on her finger for a moment before extending it out again.

After taking her pulse and a few other readings, Andrea stuffed her stethoscope back in her bag. "As I expected, everything looks normal." Andrea reached into her bag and pulled out a small business card. "So, I know I said I'd like to see you a couple times a day, but given that your health seems to have only improved in the meantime, I don't think that's necessary. Here's my contact information; give me a ring if anything abnormal happens. This way you won't have any more evenings interrupted by pointless examinations. Don't hesitate to give me a call if you feel anything wrong, alright?"

"Of course! Thank you so, so much."

"You're most welcome. Good night, Amy."

"Good night!"

With a wave, Andrea shut the door, leaving Amy alone in silence once more. From her perspective, though, that wasn't the worst thing. As much as she loved Nolan (and did she ever love him), sometimes her loner, antisocial tendencies kicked in, leaving her wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and read a book, medical journal, or whatever else piqued her interest. Forcing herself to get up, she snatched a few books off the table and walked back to her bedroom. She straightened out the disheveled sheets as best she could and gently laid upon the bed and grabbing a book.

"Geez, it's 10:30 already?!" she exclaimed, eyeing the clock. "Sure doesn't feel like it."

Before long, Amy found herself engrossed in her fantasy novel. She'd grabbed it at the library after reading a few reviews of it, and found it living up to her expectations. One particular segment made her stop and think; the main character encountered a member of a race of immortals watching over the world since its inception. She expressed envy of the being, who explained living forever eventually grew tiresome.

How could someone not want immortality? Amy mused. People have said you would run out of things to do, but how could someone possibly get bored of the world when there's so much to do and learn? Never worrying about aging or your health...

Amy continued to pore over the pages, paying little mind to the resurgent warmth in her body and chalking it up to the thick layer of sheets she'd buried herself in. Finally, she reached the end and tossed the book aside, satisfied at the ending.

"Holy crap, I read the whole thing?! How freaking late is it?"

Leaning over, Amy glanced at the clock and saw it read 10:35. She blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes, but the time didn't change. Checking her phone, she found it gave the same time as well.

"Okay, it must have been wrong before. Even I can't read a whole book in five minutes. That's ridiculous." Amy looked over her massive bosom at her legs hanging off the undersized bed and scoffed. "Then again, who am I to call anything ridiculous right now?"

Deciding one book was enough for the night, she reached over and switched off the nightstand lamp with a click.

I wonder if things will be the same when I wake up. Will this have turned out to be a dream? Maybe it's a dream inside a dream. Or...screw it, I'm going to sleep.

Only a minute after putting her head to the pillow, Amy was out like a light. Not soon after, a wave of crimson light emerged from her ring, washing over her body and the entirety of her room.

 

Chapter 7

"Ugh, fuck."

After waking up with a headache, taking some medicine and crashing again, Megan rolled out of bed and noticed she hadn't reset her alarm. The glare of the morning sun caught her eyes as she stood, aggravating her already throbbing headache which was, for once, not hangover-induced; the aspirin was taking it sweet time kicking in.

Yawning rather loudly, Megan went down the hall towards Amy's room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the thermostat display tick down from seventy-one to sixty-eight before the air conditioning clicked on.

Maybe I had a longer night than I thought, Megan wondered. Or maybe it's shorting out. Oh well, landlord's problem, not mine.

Opening Amy's door, Megan felt a rush of air that sent a strange tingle running down her spine, a feeling that lingered as she walked inside. Shaking it off, Megan waved at her gigantic roommate, propped up in her undersized bed and reading off a tablet that more closely resembled a smartphone in her massive hands.

"Good morning," Amy chirped. "Man, the air finally kicked on. It was getting warm in here." "Um, yeah. Good morning. Feeling okay?"

"I feel absolutely amazing. That must have been the best sleep I've had in my life, which is impressive because I had to turn into a ball to fit under the covers. So what time did you get home last night, anyway? Please tell me you didn't drive home hammered."

"Probably like midnight?" Megan wondered. "I'm not sure. A lot of people left after that little quake, including me. Got home, checked on you and then crashed in bed. I was surprised you were already asleep since you can be a real night owl sometimes." She paused and added, "Also no, I was sober last night. I can control myself when I have to."

"Wait, what quake? Did I sleep through something?"

"Apparently so. Happened at like eleven or so. It wasn't very strong but it went on for a pretty long time.

We don't live anywhere remotely close to a fault, so it sorta freaked everyone out. Unfortunately, the building we were in was pretty old and, like most people, I had no interest dying in a roof collapse, so I left pretty fast."

"Wow, I really did sleep like a rock, then."

"Color me surprised. So, uh, how was the night with your guy?"

Amy turned bright red and smiled. She squeezed her legs together and let out a long, blissful sigh. "That good, huh?" Megan asked.

"Uh-huh," Amy cooed. "I never imagined it could be that good. He was so calm, even when I completely lost myself in pleasure, and believe me when I say I did. I've spent my entire life feeling tiny, helpless, weak, and it was such a rush of power to have a full-grown, muscled man feel so small against me, struggling to hold one of my breasts with both his hands..." She stopped and cleared her throat, embarrassed at how worked up she'd gotten herself. "Sorry, that was probably more detail than you wanted."

"Don't worry, I know I've been far more descriptive in my own stories before. I'm just glad it lived up to your expectations."

"It really did. I can't wait to see him again. So, um, did you need me for something or were you just checking to make sure I hadn't collapsed under my own weight overnight?"

"Yeah, I wanted to make sure you were up since we're going to the beach today. I didn't want you sleeping till noon again."

"Wait, what?"

"My friends and I are hanging out down there. You said last week you were coming, remember? Something about trying to get outside more?"

Amy let the question linger for a moment before sighing. "Ugh, I probably did. But listen, that was when I was about half this size. Do you really think I'm going out to a crowded place like this?"

"Actually, yes, that's exactly why I think you should come. Unless you plan on staying inside the rest of your life, you'll have to do this eventually, so why not go all out? Trust me, it's a good feeling when people admire you, and the looks you'll get are going to blow your mind. People are going to be awestruck. Girls will be jealous and the dudes will be drooling idiots that you'll have wrapped around your relatively little finger."

Amy opened her mouth to reject the offer again, but pursed her lips when she found herself giving it more thought than she would have expected. Most of her mind told her to stand firm, but part of it was forming a compelling case.

Why are you fighting this? This is a golden opportunity, she mused. Quit listening to your antisocial side! A chance to strut around with your incredible new body and make some little co-eds jealous? You know you want this. You've daydreamed about almost this very thing, haven't you?

Of course, fantasy and reality were very different things. Going from being a wallflower to the center of attention actually scared her. Hell, when she was alone with Nolan, she'd been nervous about her revealing outfit. If her hormones hadn't taken over, she may have never taken that damn blanket off.

But you did, and it worked out perfectly, didn't it? Once you got the attention, you loved it. Be proud of yourself! If you're not now, will you ever be?

For a moment, Amy wondered whether she was debating herself or an actual voice in her head. Either way, she found it rather persuasive. Still, her antisocial side wasn't giving up without dredging up another excuse to stay inside.

"Let's say I wanted to go. I can't wear this outfit forever and I have nothing else to wear. What am I going to do, stitch something out of my tiny old clothes?"

As Amy stretched her long arm out to open her closet door, Megan caught sight of the ring on Amy's finger glow a bright red for just a moment; not just reflecting light, but shimmering. The door popped open and drew a gasp from both girls.

"What the actual fuck," Megan declared.

The two women looked at one another and then back at the closet to confirm what they saw; the entirety of Amy's wardrobe was enlarged to match her new size, with the longest shirts reaching all the way to the ground. Even her shoes and sunglasses had grown to suit their owner.

"The heck is going on this morning?" Amy blurted out.

"What do you mean 'this morning'? Yesterday wasn't exactly what I'd call an average day. Is something up?"

Amy sighed and frowned, cursing her big mouth. "Yes, okay? I wanted to write it off as my imagination because I really don't believe in this stuff, but I can't explain away everything that's happened. Plus, I didn't want to freak you out any more than I probably have already."

"So there is more to this story, then. Whatever it is, hit me with it."

"Do you promise not to tell anyone what you're about to see? Like, I will never, ever talk to you again if spill this secret?"

"Amy, if it's that serious, maybe it shouldn't be a secret. But yes, if that's what you want, I won't tell a soul. Now what's going on?"

Without a word, Amy stretched out her hand towards her dresser. Before Megan could raise any questions, a large novel flew from a pile of books and whizzed past Megan's head right towards Amy, who promptly fumbled it a few times. The smaller woman recoiled and stared in shock. Of all the things she'd anticipated seeing, telekinesis was certainly not among them.

"Sorry. I should have warned you what was going to happen. Probably scared the crap out of you." "W-what?! N-no!" Megan stammered with her heart pounding in her chest. "I was just surprised."

"Believe me, so was I," Amy assured her. "Earlier I wanted to check what the weather was going to be like today, right? Tablet was way over there and, of course, I was too lazy to get up and get it. Next thing I know, it's flying over here. And this?" She wrapped her hands around a glass of ice water, her fingers completely encircling it. "I didn't pour it. I thought maybe you did it as a nice gesture while I was asleep. Woke up dying of thirst, chugged the whole thing, looked back five minutes later and it was full again. Watch, maybe it'll happen again."

As her friend looked on, Amy put the glass to her lips and swallowed the entire glass of water in a single gulp. When she pulled it back, the glass was filled to the brim.

"That....that's crazy. What do you-" Megan began.

"Not a clue. Whatever caused me to grow could have also affected my clothes, but that doesn't explain anything else. Heck, I can't rule out that I'm still asleep and in a super long dream, because this seems like some Harry Potter stuff. But quite honestly, I don't really want to think about it. My stress level would go way past eleven if I started worrying about things I can't control. So we're not talking about it, okay?"

"But it-"

"No."

"I saw your-"

"Enough!" Amy shouted with such emotion that Megan jumped straight up, certain the room itself had shaken with Amy's anger. The giant woman's expression softened and she massaged her temples. "Sorry, Meg, that was uncalled for. My emotions are out of whack right now for obvious reasons. Look, I know you're just concerned about me, and I really, really appreciate that, okay? And you're an awesome friend. But I just don't want to discuss it anymore." She paused and furrowed her brow. "And remember, none of this leaves this room."

"O-of course," Megan promised, heart throbbing in her chest. "No one would believe me anyway. Are you telling Nolan, at least?"

"Absolutely not. He handled my new body better than I could imagine, but I'm not pushing my luck. Last thing I need is him worrying I'm turning into some kind of otherworldly creature."

"Got it," Megan nodded furiously.

"Man, I can't believe this all grew with me. Maybe I should have checked last night. Guess I'll dig through them to find something for the beach."

When Amy rose to her feet and stood before her, Megan was able to truly feel how powerful the formerly tiny had become. Yesterday, Megan felt like a child standing near an adult. Though their size difference was unchanged, she now felt more like a bug before her nearly ten foot tall friend. The immense power that Amy exuded was palpable, an aura of might that filled Megan with awe with her presence alone.

"Um, I'll go pack my stuff." Megan said weakly, feeling a bit dizzy.

"Alright, I shouldn't take long myself." Amy pointed her hand at the nearby chest of drawers, which flew open and sent several items her way, a couple of which sailed past her. "Whoops. Guess I still have to get used to the controls on this."

Thought it was tough, Megan managed to keep herself composed for a moment longer before getting out of the room and shutting the door. She immediately went back to her own room, collapsed on the bed and stared at the ceiling, feeling her body tremble.

It's that ring, Megan thought. It's that fucking ring.

Apparently, making Amy the biggest, strongest person to ever walk the planet wasn't enough. Neither was giving her a body with ridiculous curves. No, it had to grant her superpowers, too, because apparently one person can't be have enough.

Megan stopped herself and took a few long, deep breaths.

Calm down, Meg. You shouldn't be freaking out like this. She came running through the mall as a naked giant and you didn't flinch, but you're turning into a scared little girl over this?

But that wasn't the whole reason she was scared. Weird shit had happened the day before, but it wasn't the same. Amy's phone suddenly appearing, that random controller, even the mystery pizza delivery; those all had plausible explanations. Everything she'd just witnessed was obviously supernatural. So either the ring was becoming less subtle or Amy's powers were getting stronger.

Hell, maybe this was only the tip of the iceberg. What if her power just kept growing out of control? Someone having that kind of power was almost unfair. Wait, was she jealous? No, of course not! She was just concerned about her friend. Who knows what effects that ring might be having on her? Megan was certainly not envious of her incredible size and figure. Not in the slightest.

Okay, maybe the slightest...

Sitting up and shaking her head, Megan tapped the brakes on that train of thought and considered how ridiculous it all sounded. Levitating a book is a long, long way from sculpting reality.

Stop being dumb and just take it easy. She might be a giant superwoman with magical powers, but she's still the same lovable little dork on the inside. Once you get to the beach, you'll forget all about this.

As Megan stuffed a few items into her bag, she considered a possible silver lining; Amy having that ring meant that it wasn't in the hands of someone else. Granted, she wasn't exactly the greatest candidate. Sweet as she was, Amy was prone to bouts of depression and a rather nasty temper. In fact, Nolan mentioned she was quite angry when her transformation started.

Still, Megan could think of far worse people to have that kind of power.

Like herself.

 

 

Chapter 8

The forty-five minute drive to the beach was largely quiet, giving Megan plenty of time to calm herself. Aside from occasionally looking at her phone and giggling, Amy was mostly content to play her handheld console while scarfing down massive handfuls of potato chips which, judging by how many Amy had inhaled, must have refilled itself five or six times. Megan couldn't help but note that Amy would have gotten carsick in the first two minutes of trying that in the past.

As they neared their destination, Amy loudly snapped her fingers, then proceeded to do it twice more. "What are you doing, exactly?" Megan asked.

"I forgot one of my games at the apartment and I thought maybe I could make it appear if I thought hard enough. I haven't actually consciously tried making stuff appear. Maybe I can't do that yet."

The giant woman snapped her fingers twice more to no avail. Megan looked up in the rearview mirror in annoyance.

"Do you have to snap your fingers, though? That's kind of irritating."

"Like I have any idea how this works. Do you think these powers came with an instruction manual or something? I'm just trying everything I can think of."

One last snap was followed by a pop, at which point a small white box landed on Amy's lap.

"Wow, it...wow," she commented, holding it up in surprise. "I really didn't think that would work. Maybe I'm getting the hang of this after all."

Okay, she can teleport stuff now willingly now, Megan thought. Guess we'll check that off the list. But look, if the worst thing she's going to do with her superpowers is conjure video games and eat endless supplies of junk food instead of, I dunno, trying take over the world, then there's not a lot to worry about, right? Just keep trying to treat her like she's normal.

Pulling into the parking lot for the beach, Megan gasped at the sight of an open space in the front row; part of the lot was blocked off by construction, and the rest was completely packed. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, Megan sped towards it and pulled in, just edging out another driver.

"Wow, we lucked out, huh?" Amy remarked. "I didn't feel like walking very far, but I didn't think we'd actually get something this close."

"Yeah, I sure didn't, either. Guess someone just left."

Megan jumped out of the vehicle and walked around to let Amy out, but before she could, the lift gate popped open of its own volition, allowing Amy to slide out and make her first clothed appearance since her growth spurt.

Despite Megan's objections to the nerdiness, Amy had insisted on wearing a grey t-shirt emblazoned with some video game character whose name Megan couldn't be assed to remember. It was fairly long, keeping her stomach covered even as she stood on her tiptoes and stretched her arms towards the sky, an act that only made Megan feel even smaller. At least Amy had taken some of Megan's advice by paring it with skin-tight shorts that hugged her newly enlarged derriere and barely came a third of the way down to her knees; not ridiculously short, but downright scandalous by Amy's standards, showing off legs that were as nearly as long as some other women's entire bodies.

"Going to go out on a limb and say people are noticing me," Amy observed, looking over the parking lot. "Trust me, this is only the start," Megan assured her. "Here, I'll take this bag. Can you take the others?" "Nah, you don't have to. I'll just get them all."

With a flick of her wrists, Amy summoned the three beach bags to her hands, sending them flying past Megan's head.

"I appreciate the thought, but do you really think it's a good idea to use your powers in public?" Megan asked.

"Whoops. You're right, I probably shouldn't. Getting attention for my body is one thing, but I'd rather not have people going around thinking I'm some kind of witch or sorceress."

Or goddess, she briefly thought. Psssh, yeah, right. Me, a goddess. Only if there's a patron goddess of dorks.

The duo headed along the path towards the beach with Amy leading the way. As they crossed a busy road, more and more heads began to turn. Amy felt uneasy at first, but slowly adjusted to the attention.

Doesn't it feel kind of good? she asked herself. Feeling their eyes looking you over? Getting looks from people who would have never given you a second glance? No, it just doesn't feel good; it feels great!

Even though she wasn't completely comfortable yet, Amy had to admit it felt good. It wasn't right to judge her self-worth by how much attention others paid her, and she knew that. But for someone with crippling confidence issues and a pitiful level of self-esteem since her childhood, every look of admiration, awe and even envy was a boost to her almost non-existent ego.

Upon reaching a crosswalk, the passing cars practically ground to a halt, with several drivers nearly rear ending one another. As they crossed, a number of drivers tooted their horns, but Amy chose not to pay them any heed.

"Hey, if you cause a wreck from people gawking at you, are you responsible for the damages?" Megan teased.

"Oh, shut up," Amy shot back.

Finally, the pair set foot on the white sands of the beach. Amy visually scoured the beach, noticing more heads turning and people approaching, but couldn't spot any of Megan's friends.

"I don't see anyone," Amy remarked.

"Yeah, they just texted me a second ago, they had a flat tire and traffic is god-awful so they're gonna be a good while. Guess we should just make ourselves comfortable, then."

"Works just fine for me. Gives us some time to set up and unwind. Let's go find somewhere to plop down."

Strutting along, Amy passed within arm's reach of more than a few admirers, many of which were surprisingly attractive. Looking down on them, Amy made a humorous observation; to one another, they were short, average, or tall, but to her, they were all the same size: tiny. Being so much bigger than so many people filled Amy with a sense of power she rarely felt.

Just look how small they all are! Some of these jock guys used to loom over you, and now they don't even come up to your chest! You could probably lift them off the ground with one hand! Don't you see how unbelievably powerful you've become already? You've got magical abilities, a body people can't peel their eyes from, and you tower over every person on the planet!

Embarrassed that she let herself get caught up in such ridiculous thoughts, Amy blushed and shook her head. Thankfully, most of the onlookers kept their mouths shut and simply watched her beautiful form move. Unfortunately, the few people that did speak up were the least desirable.

"Holy shit, what did the geek do to herself?" a woman's voice sneered.

Looking to her left, Amy was faced with a tall blonde who was roughly Megan's height, clad in a tight red bikini that emphasized her sizable assets. Flanked by a few women and three athletic, relatively tall men, the blonde stared at the pair with a smug look.

"Oh, thaaaaat's why this place reeks of bitch," Megan remarked. "What's up, Claire? Not used to seeing you standing up."

"That's so mean, Megan! I'm just showing some concern for the giant mutant, that's all. What did she do, jump in a vat of nuclear waste?"

Amy scowled at the mouthy woman before her. After being picked on in high school by Claire and her friends for her geekiness, looks, and general awkwardness, Amy had hoped things would change after graduating. Like much of her sorority, though, Claire was one of those girls who pretended college was just an extension of high school, complete with the cliques and cattiness. Though things had lightened up a bit once Megan took Amy under her wing, she still dealt with abuse and the occasional 'harmless' prank. At first, Amy went into her normal routine - endure the insults the best she could until Claire and her group moved to another target - but a part of her wasn't having any of it.

Don't take that shit from her! Who does that little girl think she's talking to? Tell her to fuck off.

"Go away," Amy muttered. "I'm not in the mood for you."

"Oh, was that backtalk? I guess you grew a bit of a spine, huh? Then again, you probably need one to carry those freakish tits of yours without breaking your back. "

Sighing, Amy rose to her feet and took a few steps towards Claire. For a moment, the obnoxious girl showed a bit of fear of Amy's sheer size, but quickly masked it.

"Speaking of carrying," Claire continued, "you might have a bigger body, but you still carry yourself like a dwarf. Watching you walk is painful."

Normally, those vicious, hurtful words would cut through Amy's heart, and she'd broken down crying from the abuse on more than one occasion in her younger years. They still stung, but rather than bring her down, they simply ticked her off. Fighting back usually made things worse, but Amy knew this time was different.

"I carry myself like a dwarf, huh? Funny, because from up here, you are one."

"And from down here, you're still an insecure loser. Look at you. Pathetic. Even when you have curves, you still hide in your stupid fucking nerd clothes, because deep down, you know you're still hideous."

"Is that so? You know what, Claire? When I was small, dorky, and flat, you made fun of me. Now that I'm tall, beautiful, and voluptuous, you still make fun of me. Maybe you're just an insecure little girl who has to tear down everyone else to make herself feel good, because you're jealous of bodies like this."

Amy slowly rolled up her shirt to the cusp of her breasts, exposing the fair, porcelain skin of her midriff, Putting her hands under her chest, she pulled on the shirt, lifting her breasts along with it until they spilled out. The massive, fleshy orbs, each larger than Amy's own head, bounced and jiggled, barely restrained by a tight, dark blue bikini that seemed to be made of the strongest material on earth. Tossing the garment aside, Amy slid off her shorts and showed off the bikini bottom that hugged her skin and struggled to cover her rump. Placing her hands on her hips, she looked down at Claire and smiled.

"This is your idea of hideous, huh, Claire?"

Clearly flustered and intimidated, Claire struggled to keep up her confident facade. "Look at them! They're ridiculous! How could anyone find someone that freakish attractive?!" "Maybe you should ask those boy toys of yours," Megan interjected. "Once they stop drooling, that is."

Claire glanced over her shoulder and saw the men staring up in awe and amazement at the scantily-clad, curvaceous giant. After angrily elbowing one man in the abs, she turned back to Amy and Megan with a scowl.

"What, didn't believe me?" Megan scoffed. "How about you just scurry away and go be a pest somewhere else?"

"This isn't over..." Claire muttered under her breath. She stormed off, the men in her entourage hesitating for a moment before following along. After they were out of listening distance, Megan looked up at Amy to see the giant girl beaming down at her.

"Proud of yourself, Amy? You should be. Fucking destroyed that bitch, huh?"

"We sure did," Amy said cheerfully, her smile growing wider. "Thanks, Meg. You're awesome. Even when I was a little fucking nobody, you always had my back."

"Oh, um, you're welcome," Megan replied, blushing for a rare time in her life. "Just what best friends do, right?"

Amy nodded and grinned. "Yep. Oh, hey, over there!" she gasped, pointing at a vacant beach umbrella a fair distance away. "Let's go claim it before someone else does."

As Amy walked, she let herself slip and indulge more of the strange, wild thoughts that had seemingly bounced around in her head ever since she grew.

Didn't that feel fucking great?! Yeah, it did. That mouthy little whore got put in her place. You demand respect! With as big and strong as you are, no one will ever get away with talking to like that again. And before long, you won't have to settle for just respect...

Chapter 9

If Amy felt she was a spectacle before, strutting around in only her bikini took things to a completely different level. There where audible gasps, whistles, and whispers of amazement as she walked to the vacant spot on the beach. Her pale breasts, having almost never been exposed to the sun, pushed her top to its limit, wobbling with every step. Though she could have lived without the whistling, Amy smiled and soaked up the attention.

Once they'd arrived, Megan opened the beach umbrella and plopped down. Crawling underneath the umbrella, Amy was thankful she could just barely sit underneath it without bumping her head. Digging her hand in the bag, she pulled out a bottle of sunscreen and shook it vigorously.

"Wanna help me out, Meg?" she asked cheerfully.

"Huh? Are you kidding? Get a guy to do it for you. That's half the fun."

"Not for me. That'd just feel weird, like I'm cheating on Nolan or something."

Megan raised an eyebrow at her friend. "Getting a glorified back massage is not cheating, Amy. Every guy on this beach would be dying to do it."

"Just do it, Meg. Please."

Though she didn't appreciate Amy's suddenly commanding tone, Megan nonetheless took the bottle from her friend.

"Thanks," Amy chirped. She turned and exposed her bare back. "Start wherever you want."

Trying not to picture herself as a servant to her mighty friend, Megan rose to her feet and squirted a bit of lotion onto her palms. Even sitting down, Amy wasn't much shorter than Megan was standing. As she rubbed her lotion-covered hands around the vast expanse of Amy's back, she couldn't help but marvel at its flawlessness. There didn't seem to be a single bump, blemish or bruise on Amy's immaculate body. If only her own skin could be so soft and smooth. As Megan knelt down and put the finishing touches on the small of Amy's back, a man's nervous voice caught her attention.

"E-excuse me, ladies? I think one of you dropped this."

Both women turned around to meet the gaze of a guy a few years younger than themselves, wearing a white t-shirt and black bathing suit. Probably a good five or six inches shorter than Megan's towering six feet, he sported a rather slim build with light skin and blonde hair. In his grip was a handheld console, coated in sand that was gradually shaking off thanks to his trembling hand.

"Daniel?! Hey!" she exclaimed. "Thanks a lot! Can you put it down on my bag over there? We're a little wrapped up at the moment."

The young man blinked a few times before stepping back in shock, recognizing Amy's voice but barely believing it belonged to this supersized, voluptuous beauty.

"Amy?!" he exclaimed, his jaw nearly hitting the ground. "Holy sh...I mean, wow. I'm sorry. I just, um, you look so different, um...I mean, without your glasses."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's what you noticed first," Amy remarked with a hearty laugh. "Don't worry, I still have trouble recognizing my own reflection in the mirror sometimes. So are you here with some buddies?"

"No, just here unwinding after a pretty brutal semester." Daniel rubbed the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. "I, uh, don't exactly have a lot of friends. Consequence of studying all the time, you know? "

"Do I ever! I'm lucky my roomie and boyfriend are social or I'd probably turn into a hermit." Keeping an eye on Daniel, Megan leaned her forearm on Amy's shoulder.

"So how do you know this kid, anyway?" Megan asked under her breath.

"He was in my neurobiology class last semester," Amy whispered back. "Really cute and sweet, but super shy. He actually worked up the courage to ask me out, but I was already with Nolan. Took it really well, though. We were even lab partners later on and it worked out great. Wasn't just me, either; he was friendly to everyone. Just a real sweetheart."

"Well, he is cute, I'll give you that. Granted, it's a dorky sort of cute, but it counts." Megan turned back towards Daniel and sized him up, looking up and down his body several times. The young man's face turned red as he noticed Megan's gaze, no doubt nervous to see the two women discussing him. "I'll take your word on the rest. So you gonna introduce me or keep pretending I'm not here?"

Amy gasped and nodded before turning to Daniel with a smile.

"Whoops! Um, Daniel, this is my roommate, Megan."

"P-pleased to meet you," Daniel stammered as the much taller raven-haired woman slowly approached him.

"Same. So you're one of Amy's friends, huh? Well, if you want someone to hang out with, I've got some friends coming in a bit. You're welcome to chill with us until then."

"Oh, wow, that'd be great! Thanks."

"Not to be rude, but I was about to go lay down and get some sun for the first time in forever. I'm sure you two will keep each other good company, right?"

"Hey!" Megan shouted, holding up the bottle of sunscreen. "You can't run off without returning the favor."

"What'd you tell me earlier, Meg? I believe your exact words were 'get a guy to do it'?" Amy stuck her tongue out with a smirk. "Maybe you can find a willing one?"

Looking from Daniel to Amy a few times, Megan laughed and nodded.

"Well, you heard the lady. Are you up to the task, big guy?"

"Wait, me? I've...well, I'll try, but I've never..."

"Guess what? You're about to." Megan tossed the bottle towards Daniel and smiled.

Grabbing a book and her beach towel, Amy stood up, careful not to put her head straight through the umbrella. As she walked away, she glanced over her shoulder and smiled as Megan removed her shirt to reveal her black bikini. If Daniel's face turned any redder, Amy worried he might actually faint.

Poor little guy had no idea what he's being roped into, Amy giggled to herself. Meg certainly does have a soft spot for the shy ones. Guess I'll give them a little bit of space.

About ten yards from the umbrella, Amy laid out a beach towel that rivaled a bedsheet in size. She laid back and sprawled out on the towel, feeling as relaxed as she had in a long time. Amy smiled as she imagined how many people were admiring her newfound beauty. Shutting her eyes, she tuned out the crowd noise and focused on the crashing waves, the cool ocean breeze and the warm sun beating down on her fair skin. As time passed, she lost herself in the sounds and her thoughts began to wander.

If only they made beach chairs for giants, I'd be in heaven right now. Maybe I could make one. Could I? Probably not. Teleporting things is different than making them out of thin air. Besides, I shouldn't use my powers in public.

....or should you? Are you just going to hide them the rest of your life? Even if someone saw it, who would believe it? You have the power to make stuff appear from thin air! How are you supposed to have such an incredible gift and not use it?

Keeping her eyes shut and picturing what she wanted, Amy snapped her fingers and, on the first try, felt herself lift up as an appropriately sized beach chair materialized beneath her with a loud pop. Amy looked down at it in disbelief, tapping the armrests to make certain they were real.

Holy crap, that worked! That actually worked! Did I enlarge a normal chair or did I literally create one from nothing?!

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a second, unintended creation at her side; a small, white table with a strawberry daiquiri atop it. While she was still in shock, she couldn't help but crack a smile.

Wow, I didn't even think of that...not that I'm complaining.

Unfortunately, the sound was loud enough to catch a few people's attention, including Megan's. Hastily excusing herself from her conversation with Daniel, she stormed over and placed both her hands on the table with a scowl. Amy smiled and waved, but Megan was having none of it.

"Amy, what the hell?!" Megan asked quietly but forcefully. "Are you out of your fucking mind?! People are staring! What happened to not using your powers?!"

With the smile fading from her face, Amy rested her chin on one hand and stared into Megan's eyes, making the smaller woman a tad nervous. Sitting stretched out on the beach chair, one leg arched and her ring-bearing hand resting on her knee, Megan felt the she bore an eerie resemblance to an ancient ruler like Cleopatra, laid out on her throne and addressing one of her subjects.

Queen Amy...oh, God. The very thought of kneeling before Amy made Megan's stomach drop like a rock. Like I didn't have enough outlandish, terrifying ideas in my head.

"I talked myself into using them," Amy explained. "Now that it doesn't feel like a dream, it's finally starting to sink in how crazy this is. I can make stuff happen just wanting it! Why can't I take advantage of that just a little bit? Besides, so what if a few people see weird stuff happening? What're they going to do, call the Ghostbusters?"

"No, Amy, they'll call the military, which I'm sure is waiting to pounce on any excuse to haul us both away to some secret base for interrogation or experiments. Can't you try and keep it under control a bit?"

As soon as those words left her mouth, Megan regretted them. Clearly irritated and defensive, Amy rose from her chair, reminding Megan just how tiny she was in comparison. With the superpowered giantess looming over her, arms crossed and scowling, Megan's earlier anxiety come flooding back and washed away her anger.

"Listen, Meg, you have no clue what I'm dealing with. I can feel this enormous energy bubbling up inside me, lingering right below the surface, just waiting to explode." Her voice grew louder and her tone harsher. "I thought I was doing a pretty fucking good job considering I'm restraining that. Apparently not, though, because here I am getting yelled at for daring to use a tiny little sliver of power to make myself comfortable! It's not like I caused a tsunami or made the world turn backwards! But hey, I guess if you were in my position, you'd just be twiddling your thumbs and handling this no problem, huh?"

Megan's knees began to quiver and she feared she might collapse at any second as her courage rapidly evaporated. Being the subject of her Amy's superhuman ire was far more frightening than she'd imagined, and Megan was certain the air around them was growing hotter as Amy's temper flared. Even worse, she noticed Amy's ring was glowing once again, no doubt feeding her even more strength. Desperate to calm the situation, Megan gulped and chose her next words carefully.

"You're absolutely right, Amy, I don't know what you're experiencing," Megan conceded. "Sorry. I shouldn't have gotten angry like that. What you do is none of my business."

"Damn right it's not," Amy spat before cringing a bit at her own words. "Ugh, I'm being kind of a bitch right now, huh?" With a sigh, she uncrossed her arms and brushed away a bit of her blonde hair, her expression softening a bit. "Look, I'm not going to stop using my powers just because someone tells me to, okay? They're mine and mine alone. But you're right about getting unwanted attention. I'll try and be a little more careful."

"Thank you," Megan answered weakly. At this point, she would settle for whatever she could get in a situation where she had no leverage. Had Amy simply told her to fuck off, she wouldn't have had much recourse.

"You're welcome." Amy answered before laying back down. "Now I'm going back to relaxing."

Megan simply nodded and started walking back to the umbrella, nursing her wounded pride. Never one to back down in an argument, Megan was disgusted at how quickly she'd caved when Amy merely stood up. Her fingernails dug into her palms as she clenched her fists and kicked up a bit of sand, both in frustration at herself and in envy of her friend's incredible might.

Fantastic. Amy's getting more brazen, more assertive, and, apparently, I made her even more powerful by just by having the gall to argue with her! How is that fair?! Goddammit, I can't even convince myself I'm not jealous anymore. I would give anything to be in her position. Huge, powerful, curvaceous, magically empowered...I would be so out of control. Hell, I'd probably make myself even bigger than Amy if I could. Way bigger. Fifteen feet? Nah, like, two stories tall. I'd have little doll-sized people adoring me, waiting on me hand and foot, and they'd absolutely love doing it. Fuck, I need to stop fantasizing about this. All it's going to do is make me even more envious.

Returning to her beach towel, she found Daniel seated in the same spot, staring at her with wide eyes. "Wow, Megan, that was really impressive!" he gushed.

"Don't patronize me, Daniel," Megan growled.

"No, I mean it! The way you stood your ground there? I have no idea that was all about, but wow, having the guts to argue with someone so big? Most people would have been scared out of their wits. Hell, I was afraid of her from all the way over here!"

Oh, right, my back was to him, so he couldn't see me cowering like a little girl.

"Yeah, I wasn't really fazed," Megan lied with a glance over her shoulder. She puffed her chest out a bit and smiled. "She was intimidating, sure, but I wasn't actually scared or anything."

"Well, I thought it was amazing," Daniel remarked, blushing a bit. "Thanks again for letting me stick around, by the way."

Megan nodded and smiled. "What can I say? I enjoy the company."

And the admiration sure doesn't hurt.

After Megan settled down close to Daniel, the two spent the next half hour chatting. More accurately, Megan did the vast majority of the talking, though this suited the awkward Daniel just fine. Lost in telling one of her stories, Megan was interrupted by Amy squealing. Snapping her head around, she caught sight of Claire and one of her sycophants backing away from Amy's chair as the giant woman tried to stand up in a panic but ultimately putting her foot through the chair. Stumbling over, Amy fell forward onto the table she'd created, flattening it with her enormous chest. Even worse, while doing whatever had startled Amy to begin with, the women had apparently loosened the ties on her bikini, causing her to shed both her top and bottom as she plummeted face-first into the sand.

"Down goes Queen Kong!" Claire crowed.

"Guess I should have yelled timber!" chimed one of her cohorts.

Amy slowly wiggled her leg free from the chair, but remained lying on the ground.

"That's what you get for trying to show me up, nerd," Claire taunted as she began to walk away. "I don't care how big you are, you'll always be dorky Amy. Know your place, you giant freak."

Claire's cackling was cut off by Megan's fist popping her square in the jaw, sending her reeling.

"You fucking lunatic!" Megan screamed. "What is wrong with you?! Do you get off on this or are you just a sociopath?!"

As Amy lay prone in the sand, anger and disbelief flooded her mind. Once again embarrassed and victimized by Claire, pent-up rage began to bubble to the surface.

That little bitch! That little! Fucking! BITCH! Were all those years of torment and misery she put you through not enough?! All the pain and suffering she inflicted on you?! Fine, if that little human doesn't respect you, maybe she needs to see more. A LOT more. No one humiliates the most powerful being in the universe and gets away with it!

Megan peered over her shoulder to see Amy's ring glowing far brighter than she'd ever seen before. The same light spread and engulfed the rest of Amy's body as she rose to her hands and knees.

"She's going to pay..." Amy declared through gritted teeth. She pounded her fist, driving it a good foot into the ground and sending a plume of sand into the air.

Booming thunder rumbled from nearby, getting the attention of Megan and nearly everyone else on the beach.

What the hell? There wasn't a cloud in the sky ten seconds ago.

Looking up, Megan felt as though she was watching time lapse footage of a thunderstorm forming. Dark clouds rapidly filled the once-clear sky impossibly fast, and lightning arced between them with alarming frequency. While she was no scientist, she knew storms did not normally form this way. Fearing Amy's emotions were letting her powers run wild, Megan gathered herself and called out to her friend.

"P-please calm down, Amy! We can handle this a better way!"

Ignoring Megan's pleas, the giantess slowly stood up, the ring's light still burning strong. Each foot stomped the ground, churning the sand beneath them. Too livid to care about her massive, naked body being on full display, Amy clenched her fists and glared at Claire as a strong wind began to howl.

You can't stand for such disrespect! Make an example of her! You are nothing less than a god to these powerless mortals! Show everyone what happens when you cross the almighty Amy!

"CLAAAAAAAAIRE!"

Amy's booming voice resonated across the beach, reverberating like it came through the world's largest loudspeakers. In literally the blink of an eye, Amy closed the twenty foot gap between herself and Claire, leaving not so much as a footprint behind. Claire screamed, first in surprise at Amy's sudden appearance and then in pain as the raging goddess grabbed the smaller girl by her long, blonde hair. Feeling her feet leave the ground, Claire continued to wail as she was lifted past Amy's midriff and colossal breasts before being met with her furious gaze.

"How DARE you?!" Amy roared as another rumble of thunder echoed nearby. "Who the hell do you think you are?!"

The wind picked up, and Claire was forced to shut her eyes from the sand pelting her face. "I'm sorry, Amy!" she screamed. "Oh God, I'm so sorry! Please put me down!"

"Seriously, how stupid are you?! You're pathetic! I could probably snap you in half without trying, yet you still thought I'd be same old pushover?!"

"I'm really sorry!" Clare insisted over the roaring wind, holding back tears. "I don't even know why I did it, honest! I was being a fucking jealous bitch! Oh God, I'll do anything, just don't hurt me!"

"Yeah, I'll bet you're sorry! Sorry you finally fucked with the wrong person! Do you feel helpless now, Claire?! Good! Now you know how I felt for years, suffering through all your bullying that I couldn't stop!"

Megan looked around the beach in fear as the tempest continued to rage. Everyone else had fled for cover as the wind sent everything from beach towels to umbrellas flying across the beach. Over the ocean, multiple waterspouts churned about and an endless stream of lightning bolts fell from the heavens. Fearing the weather onshore may soon grow equally violent, Megan sprinted towards Amy in desperation.

"Please stop this, Amy!" Megan yelled over the roaring wind. "Even if that little bitch does deserve it, it's not right! She's not worth it!"

When Amy looked down at her, Megan feared she might become the next to her friend's divine wrath. Instead, the two silently locked eyes while Amy continued to dangle Claire in her grasp. After a tense moment, Amy exhaled and the howling wind died down. Both her anger and the raging storm were quelled as quickly as they had flared up.

"You know what, Meg? You're right," Amy conceded. "She's not worth it." A little smirk formed on Amy's face as she looked back at Claire. "She's thinks she's big and tough, but she's really just a sad, scared little girl."

Amy lowered Claire to waist level before dropping her unceremoniously, leaving her to land square on her rear.

"Just because I'm letting you go doesn't mean I'm done with you, Claire. You better straighten up, understand? Because the next time I find about you tormenting and bullying someone - and I will find out - you won't get this lucky again. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"

Claire stayed silent but nodded furiously in response.

"Good. Now get out of my sight."

Without missing a beat, Claire stood up and scampered off as fast as her legs would carry her. After moment of watching the tiny woman flee, Amy turned her attention to herself. She looked over her nude body, curling and wiggling her fingers and toes before stretching her entire body skyward with a sigh. Daring to break the silence, Megan cleared her throat and spoke up.

"Amy? How do you feel?"

"How do I feel?" Amy laughed without turning to face her friend. "How do I feel?!"

The giantess extended her right hand towards the ground nearby. Without warning, several bolts of lightning streaked from her hand and violently blasted the nearby sand, the deafening thunderclaps making Megan squeal and stumble backwards until she fell flat on her butt. Try as she might to stand up again, her body refused to cooperate, leaving her stuck trembling in fear on her hands and knees.

Continuing to toy with her new powers, Amy looked towards the ocean and puffed. A moment later, a huge swath of water, at least the half the size of a football field, hardened into a thick sheet of ice.

Still not satisfied, she pointed at a beach chair and umbrella. After a moment, the objects began to shrink down, dwindling smaller and smaller until they resembled dollhouse furniture. Wiggling her finger, she summoned the miniaturized objects to her hand and clenched her fist, smashing them to bits. Finally, she turned around and looked down at her friend with an uncharacteristic smirk.

"Fucking. Amazing."

The giantess sauntered over to Megan, stopping only a few feet away, standing with hands on her hips and engulfing Megan in her shadow. At that moment, Megan felt smaller and more helpless than any human being ever had. Kneeling motionless in the sand, she felt utterly terrified of the enormous, godlike being her roommate had become, having no idea what to expect from someone with such unfathomable power at their disposal. Amy loomed over her like a goddess in human form, her naked, youthful body nothing less than nine and a half feet of perfection, her flawless skin glistening with sweat as the sun peeked out from the parting clouds.

"Bowing to me, huh?" Amy asked with a hint of amusement. "Gods do enjoy worship."

Amy's words turned Megan's veins to ice. Not wanting to risk being charred to ash or shrunk into a doll, she lowered her head to the ground to further the appearance of humility, trying her best to stay composed until she heard Amy burst into hysterics from above.

"Geez, Meg, it was just a joke!" Amy laughed. "Did you really think I'd make my best friend submit to me? Seriously, though, get up. You look ridiculous."

Lifting her head, Megan was surprised to see the blonde behemoth bent over with hands outstretched, gesturing for Megan to take them. Worried Amy might accidentally yank her arms from their sockets with her absurd strength, she nonetheless reached out and held on. Thankfully, Amy was quite gentle and slowly pulled her friend to her feet.

"T-thank you, " Megan managed as she stepped back.

"Hey, couldn't just leave you hanging, right?" She pat Megan on the head and rubbed some sand out of her hair.

"R-right."

Amy narrowed her eyebrows and scoffed. "Meg, chill out! You're as pale as a ghost! I'm still me, you know! Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt anyone. Hell, not even Claire. Okay, yeah, my temper got the best of me, but I just wanted to scare the little skank, not put her in the hospital."

Megan said nothing in response, simply nodding meekly.

"Still scared, huh? I guess I can't really blame you, because I did put on quite a show and I'm probably acting a little weird. But I can't help it! This is such a fucking rush! I'm more powerful than anyone has ever imagined! Whatever I'm becoming, this is the best fucking thing to ever happen to me! I feel absolutely unstoppable! Invincible!"

Those words made Megan's stomach do backflips, mostly because of the truth behind them. What in the world could possibly stop this newly born deity? Amy had been granted the size and power of a god, and nothing could hope to stand in her way.

"It's actually pretty funny," Amy mused. "When I first grew, I was scared out of my mind. I thought I was turning into a monster. But now, my size is the greatest part of all this. I love being so fucking big! Everyone has to look up to me! Way up! From the instant people see me, they'll know I'm the most powerful person there's ever been."

After taking another look at the devastated beach, Amy turned back to Megan.

"We're going home," Amy declared abruptly. "Your friends will understand. I've got a heck of a lot of thinking to do...and some needs to satisfy. I'd love to have Nolan handle them, but I think he's going to need all his energy for what I have planned tomorrow."

With a snap of Amy's fingers, she was dressed in her shirt and shorts once again. After another snap, all of their belongings packed themselves away in their beach bags, which then propelled themselves towards Amy and hovered around her as though they were toted by invisible servants.

"I could get used to this," Amy laughed deeply, amused by how effortlessly she performed such incredible acts.

Holding her head high and showing more confidence than ever before in her life, the titaness turned and headed towards the parking lot, the air crackling with energy in her wake.

Megan simply gazed around the disaster stricken beach in awe, with towels, umbrellas and random belongings strewn all over the place. Looking upwards, she noticed that the sky was once again devoid of clouds, the storm dissipating as suddenly as it formed. With caution, she peered into the pit Amy's lightning bolts had created and marveled at the smoldering crater.

Holy shit. Holy SHIT. How the fuck is this possible?! It's just a piece of jewelry! How can it turn a tiny little nerd into a giant, voluptuous goddess that can bend reality to her will?! What is she going to do first, anoint herself queen of a country? Fuck, maybe she doesn't even need to do anything! Am I going to wake up to a completely different world tomorrow, one completely rewritten to suit Amy's wants and needs? What the fuck am I supposed to do?

Deep down, she worried she already knew the answer. Along with every other person on the planet, she was completely at the mercy of Amy's desires. What Megan or anyone else wanted was utterly meaningless. The only thing that prevented her from having a nervous breakdown was that Amy had reaffirmed Megan's status as her best friend when she could have just as easily dubbed her a servant. Though her inhibitions seemed to gone, Amy's kind personality was still mostly intact, at least for the moment.

Okay, Meg. You might be the only person on the planet who can do anything to stop this. Tomorrow, you're going to the mall where she got that ring and finding out where the hell it came from. Why would someone make a ring that granted omnipotence and not wear it themselves? There has to be an explanation.

"Megan! Now!" Amy's voice boomed from far away, startling Megan from her thoughts.

But first, you need to actually need to survive until tomorrow, Megan thought before scampering off to follow Amy.

 

Chapter 10

As Megan drove down the highway, she desperately tried in vain to keep her focus on the road rather than on the calamity that had just unfolded on the beach. Every glance in her rearview mirror brought her eyes upon the superhuman giant that was her roommate and brought to mind the unfathomable power the girl now wielded. Amy's overwhelming presence and supernatural might triggered some sort of primal fear in Megan. How was it possible not to be afraid of someone who might be capable of scrubbing you from existence with a single thought?

"Meg, you're drifting lanes again," Amy called out from the back. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," Megan answered nervously. Already white-knuckling the steering wheel, she tightened her grip even further in a futile attempt to still her shaking hands.

"Okay, you're definitely not fine. I can see you trembling from back here." Amy let out a long sigh. "Just pull over."

"But-"

"Now," she commanded with an authority Megan never expected to hear from her once-petite friend. Megan hastily followed orders and veered onto the shoulder to bring the vehicle to a halt. Fearing her roommate's wrath, Megan nonetheless slowly turned around to see a surprisingly calm Amy.

"S-sorry," Megan stammered.

"Don't be. You're obviously not in any shape to be driving, so I'll try to handle it. Really, I don't know why I didn't do that in the first place. Or why it didn't just happen. Maybe I was enjoying being chauffeured more than I thought. Well, whatever, it gives me an excuse to do this. Just hang on to your shorts, okay?"

With a snap of Amy's fingers, the view from inside the vehicle grew blurry and wavy, like watching a reflection in a rippling pond. Moments later, everything came back into focus, and Megan looked in disbelief as they sat now at in apartment's parking lot.

"You teleported us," Megan observed in a soft voice. "Fifty miles, at least, and we're just...here."

"Yep, I sure did. Now all you have to do is...hey!"

Blocking their space was an expensive looking sports car parked crooked and over the line. Megan quickly recognized it as belonging to Mike, a twenty-something jerk who she had complained to multiple times about his obnoxiously loud music and inconsiderate parking habits.

"Oh. Oh my God, this is too perfect," Amy cackled.

Before Megan could make any pleas that Amy would almost certainly ignore anyway, the lift gate opened itself and Amy slid out. Moving like a woman on a mission, the titaness stormed over to the car and sized it up for a moment before smirking and cracking her knuckles. Amy bent over and slid both her hands beneath the vehicle before lifting with such immense strength that it nearly launched into the air, the act drawing gasps from the residents scattered about the parking lot.

"Really, that's it!?" Amy scoffed. "This thing doesn't weigh shit!"

Megan rapidly drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she bore witness to yet another display of Amy's godlike power. Barely a hint of muscle showed in her arms as she effortlessly held well over three thousand pounds above her head, raising and lowering it before shifting it to one hand as if to show off, laughing all the while.

Yep, super strength. Mark that one off the list.

"HEY MIKE!" Amy's amplified voice boomed loudly enough to shake Megan's vehicle.

Fuck. Me. Megan mentally grumbled as she sank lower into her seat. Of course she wants to be noticed now! There's no way someone isn't recording this, either, so she's probably getting her wish. Then again, when you have a magic ring that gives you whatever the fuck you want while it transforms you into a god, I guess you ALWAYS get your wish.

"Trust me, I'm making sure you and everyone else in there can hear this!" Amy continued. "Park your damn car like that one more time and mark my words, I'll shrink it down to the size of a Micro Machine!" After a brief pause, she added, "With you in it, if I catch you!"

Satisfied with her display of strength, Amy lowered the car to the ground rather carelessly and let it land with a cacophony of aluminum and other metals crunching against one another, cracking the driver side window and causing the obnoxious alarm to blare for a moment before she silenced it with a glare. A very nervous Megan quickly pulled into the space and hopped out of the car.

"Did you see that?" Amy laughed as she looked down at her tiny, waist-high roommate. Despite her incredible feat, there wasn't a drop of sweat on her body. "I handled that little car like it was nothing! God, being superpowered is fucking awesome! I'm a like giant, unstoppable force of nature!"

Fantastic. She's on a total power trip. The biggest power trip any human being has ever experienced. Just do whatever you can to talk her out of anything insane, like destroying buildings or shrinking someone...or making herself even bigger.

A brief, frightening vision of a growing Amy entered Megan's mind. She imagined herself frozen in place as she found herself below her roommate's waist, then down to her thighs, and then barely eclipsing her knees as the gigantic blonde's head cleared the second floor of the apartment, her expansion showing no sign of slowing. All the while, Amy's gaze was transfixed on the ever-smaller Meg, a widening smirk barely visible over the giant's ballooning breasts...

"Meg? Earth to Meg?" Amy called from above, snapping a terrified Megan back to reality. "Zoned out a little bit, huh?"

Don't mind me, just imagining you the size of a house.

"Oh, y-yeah, you really are incredible," Megan complimented her. "Definitely showed him who's boss." Truthfully, if she wasn't scared shitless, she really would have taken some pleasure in seeing Mike getting his comeuppance. "Um, you were just bluffing though, right? About shrinking him?"

"Please," Amy sighed, rolling her eyes. "I'm not some kind of monster who's gonna go around shrinking people to ant size. I've got way more self-control than that! But you better believe I was serious about that car. That thing is getting flattened into a pancake under my foot if he parks it like a jerk again." To emphasize her point, Amy raised her enormous foot and stomped, cracking the pavement and leaving a massive footprint in the process. "But we've wasted enough breath on that asshole. I'm ready to go have some fun."

Amy turned and headed towards the building. Megan followed close behind and nearly planted her face right between the enormous cheeks of Amy's swollen backside when the giantess stopped short.

"Wait, it just occurred to me: why do we need to go back to that dreary old apartment?" Amy wondered aloud. "What's stopping me from turning this whole building into my very own mansion? Yeah, I could probably do that, huh? Hell, I could make my own estate!"

Okay, I think that qualifies as doing something insane. Stop her! Amy might actually listen if you don't sound like you're being a bitch who's trying to boss her around.

"Um, m-may I make a suggestion?"

Amy chuckled and peered down at her miniature friend over the the massive shelf of her bust.

"Oh, please do," the giantess answered with a bemused look.

"Well, I know you've got a lot of power now. Like, an unbelievable amount. I think you're doing a really great job handling it all. Really great! And I don't want to tell you how to use-"

Amy raised her hand in disgust to silence her rambling friend.

"Ugh, quit groveling. It sounds so wrong when you do it. Just spit it out."

Megan gulped and took a deep breath. "Um, maybe you'd enjoy this even more if you took it slower? Take your time and savor your new powers rather than making huge changes all at once? Plus, who knows what effect your powers are having on the universe itself?"

"Is this some shitty attempt to get me to 'control' myself again?" Amy prodded, furrowing her brow. "Because we know how this goes."

"No, no! I swear I'm not that dumb! I just..." she scrambled to conjure up a metaphor that might resonate with her nerdy roommate. "Like, would you rather rush to the end of a really good game and beat it all in one day, or stretch it out over a few weeks and explore every little bit?" After a moment of silence, Megan added, "And besides, wouldn't you want Nolan to be the first to see the full extent of your powers?"

Much to Megan's surprise, Amy stroked her chin and contemplated the idea for a moment.

"Wow, that actually makes sense, Meg, I'm impressed. Really thought you were trying to bullshit me for a minute. Tomorrow is going to be a wild ride, but tonight, I'll take it a little slow. Although just so we're clear, I'm not doing this because you told me to, I'm doing it because I think it's a good idea. Got it?"

"A-absolutely!"

"Good. C'mon, let's go have some fun."

While Amy headed inside, Megan lingered behind for a moment and wondered what exactly she just prevented.

What if I hadn't intervened there? Would this whole place have just vanished? Shit, what about the people inside? Would they still exist? I'm sure Amy accounted for that, right?

Yeah. Yeah, of course she did.

Putting those thoughts behind her, Megan pulled open the doors to the apartment complex, only to be met with a loud crashing sound from down the hall.

Oh, God, she didn't have keys. Please tell me she didn't rip the door off the hinges.

Upon reaching their apartment, Megan found Amy indeed had not yanked the door off. Rather, the blonde behemoth had simply barreled through the wall, her gigantic body leaving a massive human shaped hole and littering the floor with chunks of broken wood and plaster. Megan cautiously slipped through the hole and looked up at a grinning Amy. Naturally, the giant's body hadn't suffered so much as a scratch.

Why am I not surprised? She's probably invincible on top of everything else.

"Sorry, I may have gotten impatient," Amy giggled. "Besides, I wanted to know what that felt like. Turns out it was really cool! I smashed through that like it was made of paper!" She snapped her fingers to mend the wall before turning her attention inside. "Now then, I said I'd remake this place one room at a time. Question is, where do I begin? Fuck it, I'm gonna do my bedroom!"

Unsure if she was supposed to come along, Megan erred on the side of caution and followed as her enormous friend squeezed through the door frame. Once inside, Amy surveyed the room with arms crossed.

"Hmm, what to do first...aha, I know!"

Amy pointed the small, worn-out old television and it vanished with a loud pop, only for a screen easily three times as large to appear mounted on the wall behind it. Beneath the television appeared several new video game consoles that Megan could only assume were the latest and greatest.

"Oh, man, that ugly little bed has to go, too," Amy declared, and in an instant it was replaced with a mahogany bed frame and the largest mattress Megan had ever seen, complete with a marvelous, snow white mattress cover and ornate pillows.

"Hmm, what next? Well, it's pretty cramped in here. I wonder..."

The titaness pressed her hands against the ceiling and pushed with a groan. Rather than punching straight through to the apartment above, the ceiling of the entire apartment slowly creaked and rose until Amy finally relented, leaving her a few feet of room to stand comfortably.

"Now for just a little more square footage."

Amy extended her arms to either side and shut her eyes in concentration. The walls rumbled and then began to stretch and push apart, the size of the room nearly doubling before Amy opened her eyes. "Much better! Man, all this hard work is making me thirsty! You want something, Meg? I'll even make some booze just for you!"

Next to the bed appeared a mini-fridge which Amy quickly dug into. The giant woman snagged a whopper of a soda bottle and chugged a good third of it before going back to work. Megan followed suit and dug around before pulling out a beer and leaned against the fridge. Despite Amy reshaping the room before her eyes, a strange calm washed over Megan as she sipped from the ice-cold can.

I like how her making furniture and shit out of thin air doesn't even bother me anymore. Maybe I'm just out of fucks to give. Besides, compared to the shit she did at the beach, this looks downright mundane. Why did she even make a mini-fridge when she can just conjure stuff from thin air, anyway? Glad I'm asking the important questions here. She took another sip and inspected the unlabeled can. Goddamn, this is good beer, especially considering Amy's never had one in her life. Good thing, too. Last thing someone with those powers needs to do is get hammered. Can gods even get drunk?

No, quit it. Amy's not a god. She's still a human. Yeah, one who can control the elements, teleport objects, lift thousands of pounds with no effort. You know, human things. Megan crumpled the can in her hand and tossed it into the nearby trash. Fuck, who am I kidding? At this rate, we're all going to be kneeling before God-Empress Amy by the end of the week.

Feeling her anxiety returning, Megan quickly stood up and weakly addressed Amy. "Um, I'm going to go lay down a while, if that's alright."

"Hey, you don't need my permission," Amy answered. "Sounds like a good idea, though, you look like a fucking wreck. See you in the morning!"

Gee, I wonder why that could be.

As Megan shut the door, Amy called out one last time.

"By the way, Meg? Thanks for everything today. Fuck, for everything since this started. You've practically acted like a servant for me and haven't griped a bit. Believe me, I'll remember you later," she added with wink.

"Oh, d-don't mention it. Good night."

The door clicked shut, and Amy immediately turned her back to let herself fall on the new bed, drawing a satisfied sigh as it easily handled her new body.

"Man, this is comfy!" she exclaimed while dragging the rest of her massive self onto the bed. Her arms and legs swept back and forth, as though she was making snow angels in the wonderfully soft bedspread.

"So warm, so comfortable...I could lay here forever."

Plopping her head upon a pillow, Amy relaxed and admired her handiwork. A smile formed on her face and grew wider as she considered how little effort she had exerted. How much time and labor would it have taken a group of people to make just one of the many things she had created in the blink of an eye? What would have taken normal humans weeks to achieve, she had done in mere minutes.

Look around! All of this happened simply because you wanted it! An entire room resized and reshaped to your desires, and you barely had to lift a finger!

Amy's earlier arousal had never truly died down, lurking just beneath the surface, and just thinking about her own immense might was enough to get her going again. Tingles ran through Amy's body and a jolt of pleasure shot down her spine. Her nipples grew stiff and pressed against the fabric of her shirt, practically begging for the pale breasts they capped to be set free.

Such a rush to think about, isn't it!? Even without your other powers, you're still the biggest, strongest woman to ever grace this planet with her presence, a nine and a half foot goddess with unmatched might! But you're so much more, aren't you?

Slipping her hand into her shorts, Amy began to massage her sopping wet womanhood. A loud moan escaped her lips, accompanied by a low rumbling of the earth beneath her bed which gave her pause. Fingering herself harder, the veritable goddess of a woman sighed again, and another even more intense tremor followed.

"No way," Amy whispered in disbelief. "Did I just...?"

Yes, you did! Even the planet itself bows to your might!

Her long, soft fingers rubbed furiously against her clit, prompting the earth to shake that much harder. Unspeakable pleasure gripped Amy body as her arousal began to feed upon itself. Knowing she was affecting the very earth itself was beyond titillating; it was downright hot.

"Fuck," Amy moaned. "This...how is this...even Nolan wasn't this...goooood!"

Slowly but surely, a tiny rip formed in the cleavage of Amy's shirt as her already absurd breasts ballooned even larger.

Think of what you once were! Tiny. Small. Powerless. Now see what you've become!

Suddenly, Amy's vision blurred, and a moment later it was filled with something most unexpected: herself. Like an out-of-body experience, Amy could see every angle of her glorious, voluptuous figure as

she continued to finger herself harder than ever before, her back arching and hips spasming as she trembled in ecstasy.

"So...so huge...no one has ever been...this...fucking...big...!"

Another wave of pleasure swept over Amy, and she felt her body grow taller; only an inch, but enough for her to take notice. The rush of growing, coupled with the sight of her own magnificent body thrashing about, pushed her over the edge. With one last deafening moan, the violent shaking of the earth finally ceased, and Amy's massive, divine body went limp on the bed. With her vision returning to normal, the goddess lay motionless and panting, right hand resting atop her soaked womanhood, her massive breasts and rising falling with her rapid breathing. A blissful smile spread across her face as she basked in the afterglow of her literal earth-shaking orgasm, and a soft laugh escaped her lips as tried to grasp the magnitude of what she had just done.

I shook the planet. Holy shit. The earth itself moved for tens, maybe hundreds of thousands of people, shaking houses and cracking roads, all from me fucking myself. Maybe...maybe I really am some kind of god.

Yes! Yes, you are! Nothing can stand in your way now! All your wants and needs can be met with a simple thought! And yet you're still just scratching the surface of your power! Soon this world - no, this universe will be in the palm of your hand!

As Amy lay sprawled across her new bed, a wave of fatigue hit like a truck. The rush of power and immense pleasure had masked how truly tired she was. Strangely, her body still seemed to have limitless energy, but her mind was desperately pleading for a rest.

Maybe you should get some sleep, after all. Reshaping the world can be mentally exhausting, and it looks like your human mind still needs time to acclimate. Don't worry, your powers aren't going anywhere! No, it's just the opposite! Imagine how much more powerful you'll be when you awaken! Every moment that passes brings you closer to your rightful place as a goddess!

After enjoying her sexual high for a few more moments, Amy stretched and yawned, feeling herself begin to drift off to dreamland. Her eyelids grew heavy and she put up little resistance as they slowly fell shut. Just before she finally passed out, one last thought ran through her mind.

Nolan. Oh, yes, Nolan. When I get my hands on that chiseled little body of yours...well, let's just hope your mortal mind can handle it...

Chapter 11

Hello?

A soft, weak whisper in Megan's ear practically caused her to jump out of bed. She looked around the room in alarm but found nothing out of the ordinary. Writing it off as her brain still getting out of dream mode, Megan finally dragging herself out of bed, she groggily made her way to the bathroom and fired up the shower. She quickly stripped her clothes off and hopped inside. Letting the warm water run down the curves of her body, she felt as relaxed as she had since this whole ordeal started. Unfortunately, that calm didn't last very long as her brain reminded her of her situation.

Okay, I remember now. I'm going to that jewelry place and finding out what they know about that ring. Find out where they got it from, and maybe I can-

No...waste of time.

Megan shut off the shower momentarily and peeked out the curtain. Why did that voice sound so eerily like her own? Seeing nothing once again, she took one last look around the empty bathroom and resumed showering.

Maybe Amy's ring is messing with my mind, too, she reasoned. If it's strong enough to affect her this much, maybe being near to it is messing with me, like being too close to a radioactive waste site. Or maybe she accidentally shattered a barrier between dimensions and I've got some kind of ghost or spirit stalking me. Or maybe I'm just fucking mental.

Stepping out of the shower, Megan quickly dried her hair and threw on the first set of clean clothes she could find; laundry had been pretty low on her list of priorities the last few days, so she didn't exactly have a wide selection to choose from. She snatched her purse and started down the hallway before stopping at Amy's door and sighing. Part of her just wanted to leave quietly without having to witness more of her roommate's overwhelming power.

Then again, if she decides I'm playing chauffeur again or whatever, I do NOT want to piss her off by vanishing. Just please, God, let her still be something resembling a human.

Before Megan could even knock on the door, it flung open of its own accord to let her in. On the large bed lounged the massive, godlike being that was Amy, clad in only a long pink t-shirt and matching panties, engrossed by something on one of the four televisions she'd created adjacent to one another. A comically large tray of assorted breakfast foods floated next to her from which she continued to pick biscuits and scarf them down.

Well, she's not resting upon a throne or dressed like a Greek goddess, so I guess that's a good sign.

"Good morning!" Amy greeted, peeling her attention from the screens for a split second. "Want some?" she gestured at the food next to her.

"N-no, thank you," Megan replied softly. "Guessing everything is good as ever, huh?"

"Better than any human being has ever had it! Well, at least if you still consider me human. And every morning is going to be just as good from now on!" Amy gestured at the tray next to her. "As you can probably tell, I indulged myself a little bit. Probably inhaled half this thing in the past couple hours."

"You seriously ate that much? Your stomach must be ready to explode."

In lieu of words, Amy lifted her shirt with a grin and patted her the soft skin of her perfectly flat abdomen.

Right, stupid me. Why would inhaling a hundred pounds of food and tens of thousands of calories make her gain a single ounce? I used to joke that she had a black hole for a stomach since she used to be able to eat whatever she wanted and stay skinny, but now she could probably eat ten times her body weight and not have the slightest hint of a belly.

"Guess it seems like kind of a waste of my power to use it for such mundane things, huh?" Amy looked from the tray back to Megan and laughed. "Reality is basically my plaything and I'm just eating food and watching television like a normal person."

"No, no!" Megan exclaimed. "Do whatever makes you happy!"

"Oh, trust me, I don't intend to lay here and gorge myself all day. Just waiting for Nolan to be fully awake before the fun begins. Like you said, he should be the first one to witness my true power, right? I'm trying to keep myself under control until then, so I'm just burning some time by watching a few things. Couple documentaries, couple action movies. Felt like mixing it up."

"All four at once?" Megan asked, eyes darting between screens.

"Yeah. Kinda trippy, but I can hear and see them all individually. Don't ask me to explain what it's like, because I really can't. It just works." Amy turned her gaze back to her tiny roommate. "Did you need something? Because no offense, but these are getting to the good parts."

"J-just thought I'd check if you need anything before I go out for a while."

"Nah, go do whatever you want. Heads-up, though: come twelve o'clock, something big is going down. Really, really big. Don't miss it."

No...more time...

Hearing the whisper in her ear once again, Megan looked from side to side for the source to no avail. "Seeing ghosts or something?" Amy inquired with a cocked eyebrow.

"N-no, I'm alright," Megan insisted, hoping Amy wouldn't probe any further. "Are you absolutely sure you don't need anything before I go?"

"Pretty sure I can handle myself. Love your mindset of keeping me happy, though. You'll make an excellent head servant one day." Seeing Megan's face blanch, Amy rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Kidding, Meg. You know I'm only kidding. Now run along and enjoy yourself so I can finish watching this in peace."

Megan backed out the room and shut the door gently, watching through the shrinking gap as Amy snapped her fingers to create the world's largest mint and popped it in her mouth. Once the door was shut, she sighed deeply and leaned against the wall, trying desperately not to collapse.

Why does she have to make jokes like that?! I know she's always had kind of weird sense of humor and she doesn't MEAN to scare me, but fuck, it's not funny if it could be true! What if she really did want to make me her obedient servant or slave? All it would take is the snap of her fingers, and I'd be bound to the will of the almighty Amy!

Cold sweat poured down her face from her own powerlessness. One way or another, she had to find a way to bring an end to this madness. However benevolent, however kindhearted Amy may be, no one could wield that sort of power without letting it corrupt them. Even in the few short days of wearing that ring, Amy's behavior and personality had undergone a dramatic shift. What would she be like in a month? A year? Fuck, for all she knew, maybe Amy's powers would keep her alive for the rest of eternity. Megan's skin crawled at the idea of living in a universe where she and every other living being were merely toys for an immortal, all-powerful, giant woman.

Unless it was you...

Megan snapped her head around once again to look for the voice, only to find an empty hallway.

Shut up! Megan mentally roared. Figuring she was yelling at herself, she nearly screamed out loud when the voice answered back.

You...heard, came the voice again, broken and distorted like a static filled radio transmission. Hurry!

A sharp, burning sensation shot through Megan's head. Her vision was momentarily filled with the sight of a busy street, full of traffic and lined with stores, before returning to normal.

Okay, that's it. I've lost it. Completely and utterly fucking lost it. Yeah, I've seen all sorts of supernatural, beyond-the-pale shit the last few days, but this...well, I guess this really isn't that weird, after all. But it's happening to ME, that's the scary part! What was that stinging in my brain? And what the hell is the place in my mind? I've never seen that place in my life, yet somehow...I recognize it. Like I know where it is, and there's something I need to handle there, but I have no idea what. Ugh, goddammit. Stop being dumb. Stick to your original idea and just go. Once you get on the road, you'll be fine.

After taking another minute to recuperate, Megan straightened up and headed out the apartment door, unable to shake a nagging feeling of being watched.

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Nolan smacked his malfunctioning coffee pot and grumbled. Most mornings, he didn't particularly need the caffeine, but this was certainly an exception. Having been woken up at least four times by the earth shaking during the night, he'd barely slept a wink. On the other hand, those same quakes had knocked out power to his work for the day, so he was at least grateful for the surprise day off.

After sticking a few slices of bread in the toaster, Nolan pulled out his phone and started browsing the morning's headlines. What stuck out most were the stories discussing intense storms and unusual seismic activity of the night before. Inexplicably, despite no earthquakes ever being recorded in the city, numerous quakes triggered the seismographs overnight. Rumors of such strange events occurring throughout town, each of varying plausibility. When rumors began to crop up about Amy, though, Nolan found himself rather disturbed, and when he saw posts alleging she had done bizarre things like shoot lightning from her fingers, he'd quit reading in disgust at the garbage people on the internet would spout for clicks.

His eyes drifted across his apartment, surveying the mess left by the tremors overnight. Turning over a fallen picture frame, he found a photo he and Amy had taken in the first few weeks of their relationship. It was still surreal to think that she was no longer the petite, bespectacled girl in the picture, blushing as she rested her head on his shoulder as they embraced, but rather an enormous, voluptuous amazon. Would they even fit in the same frame at this point? It would be quite a challenge.

A pounding at his door and the chime of the doorbell quickly snapped him back to reality. "Who's there?" Nolan shouted.

"Take a wild guess," came Amy's voice through the door.

Nolan spent a few moments frantically searching for his keys before spotting them on the coffee table and snatching them up. With his hand grasping the doorknob, he paused when a sudden, inexplicable chill shot down his spine and goosebumps formed on his skin.

"Might want to hurry up before I decide to open it the old-fashioned way."

Yanking the door open, Nolan was met with the sight of Amy's massive body towering over him. Tight, short shorts left nearly all of her fair, almost pale thighs exposed, and her low-cut top allowed the porcelain skin of her flat stomach to peek out and showing off her monstrous bosom, those nearly basketball-sized breasts that managed to look bigger every time he'd seen them. His eyes shifted up to meet her warm gaze, her expression seemingly torn between her usual shyness and an uncharacteristic confidence.

"Hey there, small and studly," Amy chirped while squeezing her massive, nine-and-a-half foot frame through the doorway, nearly cracking the walls with her immense strength. She seemed to linger in a bent-over pose longer than necessary, and Nolan wondered if she wasn't purposely giving him a good look at the vast chasm of her cleavage. A few bits of plaster fell to the ground as she stood up and hit her head with a loud thunk, though she didn't so much as flinch at the contact. Though she didn't seem noticeably bigger then when they'd last met, Nolan found Amy far more intimidating than he remembered. Perhaps he'd simply forgotten what it was like to be around someone so enormous. "Hey," he finally greeted after another moment of staring. "What are you doing here?"

"Since you've got the day off, I thought I'd pop in and surprise you for a little bit. Or should do I need a better reason to visit my wonderful boyfriend?"

Nolan's heart skipped a beat. How did she know about that? Maybe he'd texted her and forgotten after spending the last hour half-asleep.

"Of course not, babe. Just wasn't expecting you until much later."

"Yes, that is the point of a surprise, after all," Amy teased.

One of Amy's long fingers stroked the back of Nolan's neck as she sauntered past him towards the den, the perfectly smooth skin of her lower thigh grazing his shoulder. A somewhat shy but nonetheless mischievous glance over her shoulder while she walked, coupled with a wiggle of her butt, erased any doubt as to whether she was putting on a bit of a display for Nolan's benefit. Despite his efforts, he found his eyes glued to her swaying hips and enormous, shapely rear pushing against those skin-tight shorts. When did she get those? For that matter, where did she find any clothes that fit her enormous new body?

"Please excuse the mess, by the way," Nolan grimaced as he took another look around the apartment. "Place is still a total wreck from last night."

"Like you haven't seen my place in way worse shape. Besides, I owe you one from the other day, so let me help out a bit."

With a snap of Amy's fingers, the den began to clean itself. Scattered pillows and books swirled around Nolan and flew to their proper places, a few pieces of furniture swapped positions, and the hardwood floor took on a sheen as though it has just been polished. No less than ten seconds later, the room was practically spotless. Clearly proud of her handiwork, Amy turned her attention back to the dumbfounded Nolan and grinned.

"Better than ever, right?"

"I...h-how?" was all Nolan could manage.

"Duh, I snapped my fingers," Amy teased. "Weren't you paying attention? Really don't think I have to do that, but it feels so satisfying." She rested one hand on her hip and giggled as Nolan continued to stare.

No way, Nolan told himself. No fucking way were those rumors true. That's impossible. "Trust me, if that blew your mind, your head is probably going to explode before the day's over," Amy

declared. "A day you have off thanks to me, by the way, so you're welcome."

"Wait, what?" asked a befuddled Nolan, still trying to absorb what he'd just witnessed.

Amy gave her fingers another snap, and barely a nanosecond passed before the earth began to shake; not as violently as the night before, but still enough to make Nolan lean against the wall for balance.

"Oh, I'll explain everything, handsome. But first, I need to make myself comfortable."

Keeping her gaze focused on her tiny boyfriend, Amy lowered herself into a much too small chair, barely squeezing her massive butt between the armrests. Rather than splinter into a million pieces beneath her swollen rump, Nolan watched in awe as the seat actually expanded to suit Amy's enormous body, easily supporting the nearly one thousand pounds of woman now resting upon it. She stretched out the long, marble-white pillars of her legs and gave a sensual sigh before gesturing for Nolan to take a seat of his own. Not wanting to defy his seemingly superpowered girlfriend, he hustled to the sofa and plopped down.

"Man, I wish you could see the look on your face," Amy giggled. "Your jaw is practically on the floor! This was so worth it. The always calm, collected Nolan is in complete awe of my incredible might!"

A torrent of emotions welled up inside Nolan as he locked eyes with Amy, so many that he couldn't readily single one out. Was he afraid? The better question was: should he be? What was the normal reaction to your already gigantic girlfriend showing off superpowers? Fainting, probably, though Nolan suspected that wouldn't help much. Besides, Amy's warm, smiling gaze made it difficult to be too fearful, no matter how powerful she might have become.

"Sorry if this is rude, Amy, but I'm going to be blunt for a moment; what the fuck is going on here?" "Yeah, that's about what I expected to hear," Amy giggled.

Leaning forward, Amy held up her hand and wiggled her fingers to showcase her ring, its light burning brighter than ever.

"Maybe you would have noticed this if you'd peeled your eyes away from my amazing butt for a few seconds." Her grin somehow stretched even wider. "Although honestly, I might've been a little insulted if you had. Probably wouldn't have recognized this thing anyway, since it wasn't glowing this way at the time, but it's the ring I bought at the jeweler's the other day. This is the source of it all! All my incredible powers, this enormous size, my amazing curves: it all stems from here! No, I don't know where it came from or how something like this could possibly be created. All I know it's transformed me into the most powerful being this universe has ever seen, and it's not slowing down!"

"Y-you're serious," Nolan mumbled.

"Yeah, I know, it sounds ridiculous, and I guess I can't expect you to believe it. A magic ring with the power to bend reality not only exists, but it was just lying around for me of all people to find? Sounds like the plot to the most cliché story imaginable. But trust me, Nolan, it's true!"

"After what I've seen, I'd be kind of dumb to dismiss anything as too ridiculous," Nolan declared. "But exactly what kind of ‘powers' do you have?" Hearing those words come from his mouth made Nolan cringe ever so slightly.

"Whatever the fuck I want them to be, that's what they are. All I have to do is want stuff badly enough and it happens! From the moment I slipped this little thing on, my every little want and desire has come true with me barely lifting a finger! Took me a while to realize that reality itself was catering to me, bending and warping in impossible ways just to please me, but now that I do, I feel like I'm capable of just about anything! Megan somehow convinced me to not do anything too extreme yesterday, so I don't know what real extent of my power, but I feel like I can take on the world! Last night, I had so many dreams about what I could do. Elaborate, vivid ones. Like, I knew it wasn't real when I saw myself standing in downtown, staring at my reflection in the windows of a thirty story building, admiring my absolutely divine body, but holy shit, it sure felt that way."

Merely imagining a naked, skyscraper-sized Amy looming over the city made Nolan's head spin like a top, both in fear and intrigue at his girlfriend wielding such power.

One wish. All it would take is one wish and we'd be nothing but insects at her feet. How is this possible?

"You wouldn't actually get that big, would you?"

"Naaaah," Amy assured him, relaxing back in her chair. "Lots of what I dreamed was stuff I know I'd never do. Although can you imagine looking out the window of an office and seeing these monsters the size of hot air balloons?" Amy giggled and patted the underside of her gargantuan breasts. "But no, being close to ten feet tall has really grown on me. Everyone is so small, so powerless, but I can still treat them like people... and appreciate the eye candy. Besides, even if it is the coolest thing about all this, being humongous isn't all there is to it. I'm capable of all sorts of amazing stuff!"

Without warning, Amy pointed a finger to Nolan's left, and a continuous jet of flame erupted from her fingertip, like the fiery breath of a dragon. The flame dissipated a safe distance away, but close enough that he could feel the warmth of the fire on his skin. Amy relented a moment later and thankfully avoided setting the entire apartment ablaze, smiling at Nolan expectantly.

"Wasn't that fucking awesome?!"

"Okay, that...that was really cool, I have to admit."

Amy grinned pridefully and leaned forward again, resting her elbow on her leg and her chin upon her hand.

"So you're not scared of me, right? I realize this is a crapload of stuff to soak in all at once. Truthfully, I should have just been honest with you yesterday and told you what was going on, but I was terrified that you'd see me a real freak. Think I'd have learned my lesson after you were so accepting when I grew, huh?"

"Don't blame yourself. I can't fathom what must have been going through your mind, so I can't judge. But you know I could never be afraid of my girlfriend. Sure, you might have incredible, supernatural powers, but you're not a freak, and it's not like you're planning on using them to make yourself queen of the world or something."

An awkward silence fell over the room as Amy flushed a bright pink and averted her gaze, making Nolan's heart grind to a halt and his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

"Oh. Oh God, please tell me you aren't."

"Please hear me out before you decide I'm a monster or a lunatic, okay?" Amy pleaded, her confidence wavering for the first time. "It's not like I'm just going to snap my fingers and make everyone worship me overnight!"

Gazing deep into Amy's eyes, Nolan sensed the loving, nerdy, brilliant recluse he always knew was still there. But a gleam in her eye betrayed an ambition she'd never shown, the look of someone who truly grasped the magnitude of power she wielded and wanted nothing more than to use it. Perhaps it was built up after years of being a wallflower and Amy was finally unleashing it all, or maybe she was simply drunk on the power. Whatever her motive, Nolan decided that if she was truly that powerful, it was wise not to try and stand in her way, at least for the moment.

Not like I could do a thing to stop her, anyway, Nolan conceded as he gave Amy a reluctant nod, resigning himself to this increasingly absurd situation. There's no way she means that, right? Hopefully it's just a crazy idea she'll let go of once she comes down from her high. Then again, do you ever get over the kind of power she apparently has?

"Okay, you know I'm not a bad person. I swear I wouldn't be some sort of bloodthirsty tyrant, controlling people's lives and enslaving them! You know I could never do anything so horrible! I'd want to be benevolent!" She paused for a moment, as though embarrassed about what was to come next. "But when I feel the power flowing through my body and consider the endless possibilities at my fingertips, I feel like nothing less than a goddess, and I want to experience everything that entails. I'm not going to be an insignificant, quiet little nobody any longer. Having people bowing before me, worshiping me, building statues in my honor," Amy sighed sensually, and the ground shook ever so slightly. "Maybe it won't meet my expectations, but I have to experience that. And it just feels right for it to be that way! Just look at me! I'm the most powerful being the universe has ever seen! Isn't it only right that I get to shape the world to my liking?"

As he listened, Nolan got the sense that Amy was trying to convince herself that her just as much as him that her wish was somehow reasonable. Even if he dared try persuade her otherwise, what possible response was there to something so outrageous? More importantly, why did a part of him seemingly want this assertive, powerful Amy to do exactly as she intended?

"But enough about me and my crazy fantasies for now, because that's not why I'm here. I believe I made a promise the last time we saw each other, and what sort of goddess doesn't keep her word?"

Amy rose to her feet and, with only a few long strides, stood over her speechless boyfriend. However serious she was about her divine stature, Nolan found it hard to dispute that the woman looming over him was some kind of god. A faint but distinct glow seemed to surround Amy's immense form, and the air itself audibly crackled with a strange energy, as though Amy's body simply couldn't contain all the sheer power she wielded. At the risk of being hyperbolic, standing less than an arm's length away, Nolan found himself filled with an overwhelming sense of awe one would expect in the presence of a deity.

"P-promise? I'm sorry, but my memory's failing me terribly."

"Oh, you don't remember what I did that night? After thrusting myself upon you and getting the first pleasure I've ever had from another person, I rushed you off like you were some sort of disposable boytoy! Even if it was because we were pressed for time, I was so ashamed of myself."

With the grace of someone half her size, Amy gently knelt down and brought her face close to Nolan's, draping her arms over his shoulders. One hand stroked the nape of his neck as she leaned in and pressed her massive bosom against Nolan's muscular chest, and Nolan felt himself grow harder.

"After that, I promised you that when we met again, it would be your turn to have some fun. And I want nothing more than for you to feel the same pleasure you gave me. No, a thousand times greater."

Bringing her lips close to his ear, Amy let out a soft, long moan, and Nolan felt himself shudder with pleasure in the arms of the goddess kneeling before him. Her hands caressed his shoulders and neck on their way up to his cheeks, both her massive palms big enough to engulf most of his face. She pressed her divine lips to his, and Nolan immediately felt an unimaginable warmth spread through his body, as though it was his first kiss all over again. What was probably only a few seconds seemed to last an eternity in Nolan's mind, though that would still not be long enough for his liking. Finally, Amy pulled back ever so slightly and beamed at the sight of her boyfriend's beet red face.

"My god," Nolan panted, "you were right. That...I didn't know such a feeling was possible." "Oh, that wasn't it."

In what was quickly becoming a familiar move to Nolan, Amy's mighty hand grabbed him by the collar and lifted him along with her enormous body, leaving his head only a few inches from the ceiling. A wry smile on her face filled Nolan with a mix of anxiety and excitement as he dangled in Amy's grasp.

"That, love, was just the warmup."

Chapter 12

Still hanging in Amy’s mighty grasp, Nolan felt a sudden jerk pull him even closer, pressing his torso against the warmth of her enormous bosom. An ever-widening smile formed on Amy’s flawless face as he stared back speechlessly. Every aspect of her presence was absolutely overwhelming. From the powerful, alluring scent of her perfume to the heavy thumps of heart pounding against her chest and reverberating through his body, Nolan had never been filled with such awe. Of course, her massive size and overwhelming physical strength were imposing enough, but her almost godlike powers made him feel downright insignificant.

“Wow, I’ve never seen you this nervous,” Amy remarked with a hint of amusement. “Reminds me of how the old me would feel when we started getting intimate.” She learned in and nuzzled Nolan’s cheek, her soft, immaculate skin brushing gently against his own. “Don’t worry, though; I’ve got something to make it all better.”

Another kiss sent a jolt through Nolan’s body. Energy surged into every inch of his muscular form, like a supercharged shot of adrenaline. A great warmth welled up in his chest, different than from their last kiss, and lingered even after Amy finally pulled away.

“Amy, I trust you completely,” Nolan began, “but what did you just do?”

“Nothing at all! Just a little kiss to calm your nerves. Oh, and I guess I might’ve made you invincible while I was at it.” Amy couldn’t stifle a laugh at Nolan’s shocked expression. “What? Being the biggest, strongest person ever is awesome, but it’d be terrible for my little stud to snap like a twig under my huge body if I got a bit too wild in bed. Seriously, though even with all this power, you’re still more important than anything this world has to offer. I love you so much, Nolan, more than life itself, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Nearly the entirety of Nolan’s face flushed crimson at those words. To a seemingly omnipotent being like Amy, he was exactly like anyone else: small. Powerless. Mortal. Yet here she was, treating him as her lover, her equal, beaming at him with the same slightly shy but heartwarming smile he’d seen a million times.

“Alright, enough lovey-dovey crap,” Amy continued. “I know what you really want. But first, as much as I’m sure you’re enjoying your position, how about I take us somewhere more comfortable? Don’t get me wrong, I’d take you right here if I had to, but I’m a big girl now. I could use a little more space if we can get it.”

Without warning, Amy extended her arm back out and simply released her hold upon Nolan. Expecting a hard impact with the floor, he instead felt himself land with a bounce on the largest, softest mattress imaginable. He slowly sat up to see his godlike girlfriend looming over him at the foot of the bed. A quick glance around the room revealed they were no longer in his apartment, but rather an enormous, luxurious bedroom. Pride and even a hint of smugness were visible on Amy’s face as she peered into his eyes.

“Finally,” Amy cooed. “I’m finally going to give you the love you deserve. Countless times I rebuffed your advances, only to later crawl into bed and fantasize about doing the very same things. Just the thought of rubbing my hands all over that toned, muscular form, watching you shudder in pleasure from my touch...that got me through many a lonely night.” It was now Amy’s turn to blush furiously at what she had blurted out. “Uh, was that too weird?”

Given the events of the past half-hour, Nolan couldn’t help but scoff at the idea of that confession being what finally crossed the line into ‘too weird’.

“No, no,” he assured her. “Just never imagined you had those sorts of fantasies about me quite so often.”

“Well, when you have crippling self-esteem problems, it’s much easier to let all sorts of wild ideas play out in your head than risk disappointing the most wonderful man you’ve ever met. Safe to say I’m overcoming that issue, though. All my anxiety, all my stupid, unfounded worries that held me back are gone. Omnipotence certainly changes a girl.” A crackling orb of electricity the size of her head formed in her hand, only to be snuffed out in an instant when she clenched her fist. “Yeah, that’s what I am, omnipotent. Invincible. All-fucking-powerful. The entire planet is going to be mine, and there’s not a single thing anyone can do to stop me.” Clearly getting worked up over own might once again, she sighed deeply to calm herself and turned her gaze back to Nolan. “And right now, that power is going one single goal: rocking your little mortal world.”

Despite being more than a half-ton of voluptuous woman, Amy pounced on the bed with such superhuman quickness that her moves barely registered as more than a blur. Like a hungry lioness on the prowl, she crawled slowly and methodically towards her prey. Her low-cut top drooped and exposed her lack of a bra, giving him a full view of her gargantuan, milky-white tits swaying pendulously with her every move. Nolan’s heart pounded harder and louder against her chest as Amy drew closer, finally stopping at his waist.

“Mind if I help you out of these clothes?” Amy asked, though the question was clearly rhetorical.

One quick snap of her fingers stripped Nolan’s garments clean off, piling them on the floor nearby. He felt Amy’s eyes drinking in his entire nude form, eventually settling on his rock-hard, throbbing, seven plus-inch member. Seemingly impressed by the sight, she gently caressed his inner thighs, eliciting a soft moan from her man.

“Just relax, love. Don’t worry about how long you’re going to last or any of that stuff. Let me handle everything.”

After a moment’s pause, Amy lunged forward and slid her lips over the head of his cock. Almost immediately, his entire body spasmed with pleasure, and his hands clenched the sheets beneath him in a death grip.

“Amy!” he moaned. “Oh, God, Amy!”

Emboldened and excited by Nolan’s reaction, Amy plunged the rest of Nolan’s manhood into her mouth. A pair of her large fingers gently stroked his balls and somehow amplified the pleasure even more. Were he capable of forming anything resembling a coherent thought, Nolan may have questioned how much of this was simply Amy willing his body to feel such ecstasy. As it stood, he couldn’t care less.

“Try and fathom how lucky you are,” Amy’s voice echoed through the room, despite her still holding the entirely of his manhood in her mouth. “Getting pleasured by a goddess, by the future queen of the world! And I’m going to be a marvelous one, aren’t I?”

The intense pleasure weakened only a smidgen, just enough to allow Nolan to speak.

“Y-you’re going to b-be the greatest ruler ever!” he exclaimed, astounded that he could piece a sentence together.

“And the most powerful!” she exclaimed, excitement building in her voice. “I can change the world with a single thought! No one will ever be able to challenge my authority! But why would they want to? I’ll be caring, kind, benevolent. People will love worshiping their goddess, won’t they?”

Her tongue made another pass down his shaft, and Nolan’s entire body shuddered at the resurgent feeling.

“Of course!” Nolan cried. Feeding Amy’s blossoming ego was probably a horrible idea, but at that moment, being held at the cusp of the greatest orgasm any man had ever known, there were very few words she couldn’t have gotten him to utter. Besides, none of it was actually wrong, either, which turned Nolan on that much more.

“But I don’t desire to be just any goddess; I want to be yours. I want to hear it from the man who isn’t in love with my power or my body, but with me. So tell me, Nolan: am I your goddess?”

“Yes! Yes! You are my goddess, Amy!”

Finally, Amy opened the floodgates of pleasure. With a moan so loud it bordered on screaming, he came forcefully and repeatedly into his lover’s mouth. Whether it continued for a minute or an hour, Nolan neither knew nor cared. For her part, Amy had zero reservations about swallowing every last drop. Once he finally finished, she slowly pulled her mouth away from his deflating manhood, letting it fall limp along with the rest of his body.

Nolan spent the next few moments in a haze, his mind foggy and vision blurry from Amy simply overloading him with countless pleasurable sensations. He vaguely registered Amy willing his body to appear on top of her own, his head resting in the chasm of her cleavage.

“Amy...” he began before Amy pressed a finger to his lips.

“Shhh. You don’t need to say a word.” One of her enormous hands ran through his hair. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

Every fiber of Nolan’s being wished to do precisely that. Why would he ever want to do anything else? Amy’s loving warmth wrapped like a blanket around his body. Rather than intimidate him like before, her aura of power gave him comfort and protection. All stress, all worries were gone from his mind. Right now, it was just him and the almighty Amy.

“God, you’re adorable, fighting so hard to stay awake” she purred. “Go ahead and lose yourself in the heaven to which I’ve delivered you. Trust me, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

He tilted his head back to see Amy’s smug look of satisfaction, apparently quite proud that she had, indeed, rocked his mortal world.

“I love you, Amy,” he managed in a near-whisper.

“I love you too, Nolan,” Amy cooed.

The pair spent another moment gazing into each other’s eyes before Nolan’s grew too heavy to keep open. He finally drifted off to sleep, his last thought being whether any dream could possibly live up to this new reality.

Chapter 13

As she sped down the mostly empty highway, Megan pondered whether she’d finally lost the last shreds of her sanity. Seriously, what in the hell was wrong with her? She had sworn to head to the mall and ignore her earlier strange thoughts. But shortly after getting in her car, her phone’s map app brought up a location on its own accord. Megan zoomed in and recognized the photos as the area from her earlier weird visions. Rather than disregard it like a rational person, she instead opted to follow the directions. Now here she was, driving toward a busy part of the city she’d never visited, all because of some nagging voice in her head, brief hallucination, and a buggy app? Yet in the end, it all seemed no less ludicrous than the alternative of simply waiting around to see how the nearly omnipotent Amy decided to toy with the universe.

Wonder if Nolan will do anything to keep her in check. Doubt it. Guess I can’t really blame him, though. Probably not much you can do to resist a literal god who’s head-over-heels in love with you. Just means I’m in this alone, that’s all. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel and sighed. I’ve just got a bad feeling Amy is going to do something outrageous, and I’m the only person in the entire universe who may have any chance of stopping it.

After a few more minutes of quiet driving, Megan finally arrived at her exit. She followed the directions through several winding, packed streets, honking her horn at more than one person crossing the road without paying attention. Taking a few more turns, Megan found herself in nearly the exact spot from her earlier vision. Miraculously, there was a curbside parking spot available directly in front of her

destination – at least, if she could wedge her SUV between two other parked cars. Summoning distant memories of learning how to parallel park, Megan managed to narrowly squeeze her way between two other cars, only coming close to scraping them three times.

Narrowly avoiding having her door taken off by a negligent passing car, Megan hopped out and looked at the building in front of her in disbelief.

A coffee shop, she mentally fumed. Not a jewelry store or a museum or anywhere that might give me some clue about Amy’s ring. No, it’s a fucking coffee shop.

Please, just go inside, pleaded the voice from before, louder and clearer than ever. Trust me! That goddamn voice again. You know what? Fine. Fine. If it’ll make this stop, fine!

Megan hastily made her way inside and took a look around, wondering just what precisely she was supposed to find. Given it was rather late in the morning, the shop was still rather busy and mostly full, but not nearly the absolutely zoo these sort of places typically were in the early hours.

Most of the customers were young people like her on summer break from high school or college, though she recognized none of their faces: that is, until her eyes drifted to the back corner and spotted a spectacle almost too ridiculous to believe.

Dear God...

Sitting at a table was blonde man who she quickly recognized as Daniel, Amy’s shy but cute friend from the beach with whom Megan hit it off quite well. Surrounding him were three young, voluptuous and, most strikingly, enormous women who absolutely dwarfed the red-faced Daniel. A brunette and a blonde, both easily pushing eight feet in height, sat to either side of him, rubbing their hands along his arms and chest. Remarkably, they weren’t even the largest women in the room. Flanking him and gently massaging his shoulders knelt a breathtaking beauty rivaling even Amy in size, with flawless skin and flowing ruby hair. Daniel’s head rested against her enormous bosom which threatened to burst out of her plaid shirt.

Good lord, they’re huge! Uh, the girls, not the boobs. Well, okay, both. But HOW? Did Amy do this? No, that makes zero sense. She wouldn’t nudge me and the nerd together and then surround him with a bunch of giant co-eds. Daniel’s probably not even on her radar anyway. So then what the hell did?

As Megan continued to gawk at the spectacle, Daniel’s gaze soon drifted over and met her own, and the young man turned bug-eyed. While he didn’t seem to be in great distress, he nonetheless mouthed ‘help’.

Help? How exactly am I supposed to help? Megan frowned and sighed. Guess I can’t very well leave him hanging, but I’m not getting into a brawl with three amazons. You’re cute, Danny, but no one’s THAT cute.

After taking a moment to weigh her options, she strolled towards the table, pretending the situation was perfectly normal. The girls soon took notice of her, turning guarded and eyeing her more suspiciously with each step. In particular, the redhead took on a protective stance, draping her arms over Daniel’s shoulders and resting her chin upon his head.

“Um, don’t worry, girls,” Daniel assured his companions. “This is Megan, a friend of mine.”

Along with the other two women, the ruby-haired girl’s expression softened almost instantly, morphing into a warm smile. “Oh, I see. Sorry for the rude welcome,” she apologized in a much softer and gentler voice than Megan expected. “Just being cautious. We’ve seen Danny get picked on in the past, and that’s not happening again on our watch.” The giantess brought her hand from Daniel’s chest and extended it. “I’m Kate, by the way. Good to meet you.”

Megan reluctantly shook her hand; more accurately, she made a brave attempt to do so, but the hand was simply too massive. The enormous, soft palm completely engulfed hers in its warmth, and Megan winced slightly as Kate, no doubt ignorant of her newfound strength, squeezed her hand tightly.

“Likewise,” Megan answered meekly. “Mind if I ask exactly you know Daniel?”

“Oh, we’re his group for a summer class,” explained the blonde. “And boy, did we ever luck out. We thought this project was going to take forever, but Danny here plowed through it like nothing. He’s a freaking genius! And he’s absolutely adorable to boot! How do you keep your hands off of him?”

“It’s, um, not easy,” Megan replied.

Hard to believe I’d see anything weirder than what Amy’s pulled off the past few days, but this sure takes the cake. It’s like these girls are hypnotized. Do they not even realize how massive they are? What on earth could have done this?

Whether she liked it or not, Megan soon received an answer. A brief flash of light drew her attention to Daniel’s hand, and her heart practically ground to a halt at what she spotted Resting upon his middle finger was a platinum ring, adorned with numerous emeralds. Though it bore almost no resemblance to Amy’s own, it emitted a barely visible glow, and simply gazing upon it filled Megan with the same eerie feeling. Her body began to tremble, partly with fear but mostly with sheer rage.

No. No way. No. FUCKING! WAY! Are these things nerd magnets?! How the fuck did he wind up with that?! This is so unfair! So fucking unfair! I’ve had to spend the last two days watching my best friend turn into an all-powerful goddess before my eyes, and yet he’s the one who gets this dropped right in his lap?!

Please forgive me, pleaded the voice. I had no other choice!

“Everything okay, Megan?” Daniel asked. “You look pale as a ghost.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Megan insisted, perhaps too strongly. “I just zoned out for a second.”

Does he realize what he’s wearing, or was this all his subconscious like happened with Amy at first? Please let him be ignorant of it. He must be. There’s no way he’d still be this timid otherwise.

“Um, anyway, ladies?” Daniel spoke up. “I apologize for being rude, but do you think I could speak with Megan privately about something? It’s actually rather important. I’ve enjoyed your company so much today, really! And-”

Kate’s finger pressed against Daniel’s lips to shush him. “Say no more. You’re too cute not to share. We’ve got stuff to take care of, anyway. Probably should have left sooner, but it’s just so hard to pull ourselves away from you! Call us soon, though, okay?”

“A-absolutely!”

Rising to their feet in unison, it became clear how much the three enormous women utterly dwarfed the six foot tall Megan. Even with their heartwarming smiles, the gentle giants were an imposing presence. She thanked her lucky stars Daniel had wound up in a group with a few friendly ladies rather than creating some giant, stuck-up sorority sisters.

Up until two days ago, I’d never felt short in my life. Now I might as well be a fucking dwarf.

Letting the other two stroll ahead to the exit, Kate stopped within a few inches of Megan, close enough for her to truly appreciate the redhead’s beauty. A tinge of jealously entered Megan’s mind, not only at Kate’s unbelievable body but that Daniel had gotten her all to himself. The comforting warmth radiating from her body, the pleasant fragrance of her perfume, those absurdly huge tits begging to be freed...

“Take good care of him, alright?” Kate implored with a wink.

For reasons unclear even to herself, Megan’s cheeks flushed bright pink as she managed nothing more than a nod, much to Kate’s amusement. Shooting Daniel one last smile, Kate turned and followed her friends’ lead, squeezing her shapely hips through the doorframe and nearly cracking it in the process. Once the giantess had forced her way out, Megan turned to face a still-flustered Daniel, trying in vain to straighten his hair.

“Oh, God, Megan, thank you so much,” he proclaimed.

“Sure didn’t look like you needed rescuing, but you’re welcome,” Megan responded as she took a seat. “Guess you don’t have any explanation for all that, huh?”

“You’d guess right. I have no idea how they got so huge. They all used to be around my height, give or take a couple inches. Imagine my shock when I answered my doorbell and saw that. My jaw practically hit the floor and I just gawked for about ten seconds. Or, at least, that’s what the girls tell me I did

before I fainted. Eventually, I came to in Kate’s arms, being cuddled like a stuffed animal. I asked how in the world they’d gotten so tall and they looked at me like I had three heads.” His cheeks flushed hot and red. “Kate insisted they’d always been that size, just like I’d always been so cute.”

Listening to how Daniel’s subconscious turned those women into voluptuous giants only fueled Megan’s jealousy, not to mention giving her the urge to gag at Kate’s line. Everything she’d desired had been handed to girls too brainwashed to appreciate their amazing gift instead of drooling over him.

“After a few more futile attempts to argue, I decided this was a lucid dream of some sort and got to work. I was a little amazed at how quickly I blazed through problem after problem with the girls being, uh, frisky. Once we finished the project up, the girls insisted on taking me out for coffee as a thank you. By that, I mean Kate quite literally swept me off my feet and carried me here in her arms. At least she was gentle about it. And truthfully, being protected by three of the biggest, strongest women on the planet gave me a sense of security I could have never imagined.”

“Yet you got me to bail you out of it.”

“Because you were the first and only person all morning to notice something was off! Everyone else acted like three giant, gorgeous women fawning over a dorky little guy was utterly unremarkable. I needed confirmation that I wasn’t insane.” He averted his gaze momentarily. “And, well, it meant I’d get to talk to you again.”

Megan’s eyebrows perked up. “Even if it meant getting rid of your little harem?”

“Yes.” Daniel’s cheeks flushed crimson yet again. “I had a great time with you yesterday. You were funny, friendly, interesting.” He paused and chuckled. “Not to mention I know you’re actually real.”

Nothing stroked Megan’s ego like being admired and crushed on, and Daniel certainly provided no shortage of that. She only barely prevented a wry smile from warping into a full-blown smirk.

“Those girls were right about something, at least; you really are adorable.”

“Really?! Um, I mean, thanks.” Daniel wiped his brow with his ring-bearing hand, reminding Megan of her objective.

“By the way, what’s the story with the ring? You don’t strike me as a jewelry-wearing kind of guy.”

“Oh, this? That’s actually a good question. It was sitting on my nightstand when I went to bed last night. I don’t actually know where it came from, either, but I just felt compelled to try it on and apparently forgot about it.”

“Mind if I see it?” Megan blurted out.

The prospect of taking off the ring clearly caused Daniel some discomfort. His thumb and forefinger fiddled with the ring while he spent a moment staring at it.

“Um, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’d rather leave it on. It seems kinda valuable, you know? Not that I don’t trust you, but I’d hate for it to get dropped or roll off someplace.”

Damn.

“Oh, no, I didn’t expect you to let me try it on. Just thought I’d look at it on your hand.” “Oh, sure,” Daniel answered, a smile returning to his face. “Knock yourself out.” Here’s hoping he doesn’t have Amy’s  strength and crush my hand into dust.
Megan clasped the rough skin of Daniel’s hands with both of her own and pulled it closer. With her fingers only a few inches from the ring, the hairs on the back of Megan’s neck stood on end. The power emitted by the ring was familiar and palpable, the same as she sensed whenever Amy’s godlike body towered over her.
Quick, just make contact!
Following directions, Megan ever so gently pressed her finger to the cold metal of the ring’s underside. YES! YES! It really is you! Give me just one moment and I’ll release myself from this caretaker! Caretaker? Was the
ring itself speaking to her? And why was it so interested in her in particular? “Actually, Megan, you know what? I’m being paranoid. Why don’t you try it on?” “Aw, really?” Megan chirped. “Thank you!”

Megan resisted the urge to simply yank the ring off Daniel’s finger, lest it go rolling away just as he’d feared. Instead, she put her fingertip to his and gently slid it forward. Her restraint broke the moment it touched her flesh and she quickly plunged it down to the very end of her finger. Expecting to experience a surge of energy, a tingling feeling, any sort of indication of the powerful artifact she believed herself to be wearing, Megan felt nothing of the sort.

Shit. Do I need to activate it somehow? Hey, voice, you still there?

Silence.

Another few moments passed with Megan staring at the ring, hoping for something, anything to happen. A knot in her stomach tightened with each passing second as she expected Daniel to soon ask for it back. Suddenly, a fire ignited inside her, heat blazing through her entire body. Megan clasped her hand over her mouth just in the nick of time to muffle a deep moan from the wave of unimaginable

pleasure rippling through her body, followed by several more, each better than the last. The waves of near-ecstasy soon morphed into an all-out flood, continuing for a few moments before finally relenting.

“Are you all right, Megan?” Daniel probed, leaning over the table.

All right? Was he kidding? Megan had never been better in her life! The pleasure may have vanished, but whatever caused it had clearly altered her body. A feeling of power unlike any Megan had every experienced coursed through her veins. She felt strong. Invigorated. Alive.

Sorry, master, proclaimed the voice. Maybe that was too much at once, but at least now you’ve got some power to work with!

Pulling back her hand, Megan revealed a smirk that would have frightened anyone aware of the reason behind it.

“Don’t worry, Danny,” she chirped. “I’m absolutely fantastic.”

So I’ve got some ‘power’, huh? I wonder just how much. Like, can I make him forget he ever had the ring in the first place?

Bringing her hand beneath the table and snapping her fingers, Megan watched Daniel’s flinch and shake his head.

“Whoa, sorry about that,” Daniel apologized. He looked around the room in a daze. “Felt a little dizzy there. Um, I’m going to grab a bottle of water real fast. Would you like anything while I’m up?”

“Nah, I’m good,” she replied, and Daniel trotted off.

Chills ran down Megan’s spine from the realization of what she’d done. With a snap of her finger, she’d selectively altered someone’s memory. And to think it had only taken seconds of wearing the ring to become this powerful. How long would it be before she matched Amy’s might?

Oh, shit. Amy.

A sudden sense of panic gripped Megan. What was going to happen when Amy found out what she’d gotten her hands on? She’d probably be livid at the idea of someone matching her might. Regardless of how powerful the ring might make her down the road, right now Amy could still figuratively and literally swat her like an annoying insect.

Don’t fret, master! As long as you don’t use your powers for anything too drastic, I can keep us under the radar while we rebuild your strength. Amy won’t suspect a thing until it’s too late! Then you can reclaim your rightful place atop this world before that usurper tears this universe apart!

Okay, I have so many questions right now, Megan thought, hoping the voice could hear her. Why are you calling her a usurper? Are you the ring? If you are, why did you pick me out? Why do you keep calling me master? And how the hell is Amy a threat to the universe itself?

I can explain everything! But, if I may say so, perhaps this isn’t the best time or place? Don’t you want to play with your new powers a bit? Using them will strengthen our link and help me make you even more powerful! Don’t you want to make yourself a little bigger and bustier?

In another, more rational state of mind, Megan might have demanded an explanation right then and there. But after spending the past two days in both aw and envy of Amy’s ever-growing power and progressively more incredible supernatural feats, Megan didn’t need much convincing to have some fun of her own. Besides, the ring viewed her as its master and seemed almost ecstatic at the idea of turning her into an almighty being. Why question her fortune?

Megan concentrated on making herself just an inch or so taller, enough to escape Amy’s notice. It took barely a second for her wish to become reality. Without moving a muscle, Megan watched her perspective rise ever-so-slightly, her butt expanding against the seat and stretching the already tight fabric of her pants just a bit more.

It’s working! Oh, God, it’s really working! She bit her lip as she swelled even larger. Christ, this feels amazing! No wonder Amy lost control of herself in the mall. I can’t imagine what this would feel like to a virgin like her.

After sprouting up another couple of inches, Megan begrudgingly brought her growth to a halt at a formidable six-foot-four. She took a moment to catch her breath and savor the lingering pleasure from what she planned to be the first of many growth spurts.

Well, that was supposed to just be an inch. Looks like I went a little overboard. Ah, hell, Amy won’t tell the difference at her size anyhow.

The thunk of a water bottle on the table signaled Daniel’s return, interrupting Megan’s trance. She glanced up to his smiling face and could practically hear the gears turning in her head. Before Daniel could sit down, she quickly stretched out a long leg and pushed his chair away with her foot.

“I’ve got an idea, Danny,” Megan purred. “How about we go for a little walk? Maybe see a few shops? I don’t come around this side of town very often, so maybe you could show me around?”

“R-really? Aren’t you worried people might get the wrong idea? You know, just you and me out together?”

“Wrong idea, huh?”

Megan savored every moment of standing to her new height, including Daniel stumbling backwards from her imposing presence. She flashed an almost predatory smile at the even tinier Daniel, now only eye-level with her breasts and making a valiant attempt to keep his eyes from them.

God, he’s even more adorable at this size. He’s so innocent, too. I’ve got half a mind to be offended that he’s not gawking. Of course, once they’re big enough to smush a person between them, it’ll be pretty hard for anyone to look away.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t want to be seen with me?” Megan continued.

The question turned Daniel’s face the deepest shade of red she’d seen yet. Maybe it was mean to make him squirm like this, but Megan decided it was harmless enough. It wasn’t like she was just toying with him; she really did enjoy his intellect, his boyish face and, perhaps most importantly, the way she looked upon her with admiration and awe like she was some sort of goddess, a description that would soon be fitting of her status.

“O-of course not! Quite the opposite!”

“So quit with the protesting and just go with it. Okay?”

“O-okay.”

“Great. Let’s get going, then. There’s a whole lot of places I want to visit.”

Megan wrapped her arm around Daniel and pulled him to her side, only somewhat intentionally brushing his head against the side of her breast. The smug smile on her face stretched even wider as she enjoyed the rush of having wrapped someone around her finger. She hadn’t even used the power of her ring to get him under thumb, but with it, no one would be able to resist her charms, right?

Oh, yes, master! You’ll have that power over anyone you desire! Once you’ve returned to your full strength, every person on the planet will be under you control, bound to your will!

Such power was really at her fingertips. All she had to do was bide her time. But of the corner of her eye, she watched the clock strike noon, and Amy’s words about “something big” at twelve o’clock sprung to mind. This left just one question: just how much time did she have?

Chapter 14

Blissful didn’t begin to describe how Amy felt as she lay basking in her own glory. Here she was, omnipotent, gigantic, unstoppable, beautiful beyond words, planning her next steps towards ruling the world. She smiled down at man of her dreams, snoozing soundly atop her perfect body, his head nestled between her breasts. My massive, enormous, gargantuan tits, she giggled to herself. Amy played with the bright pink nipple capping one of them. How many times had she subconsciously enlarged them? By now, her monstrous boobs resembled a pair of bowling balls from her perspective; she could only imagine their actual size. Were they bordering on ridiculous? Maybe. Was that precisely what she wanted after spending her life insecure about her flat chest? Abso-fucking-lutely. Watching Nolan struggle to handle one of her breasts was the single hottest thing she’d ever witnessed. Maybe he’d be open to trying it on a much greater scale. She flushed hot at the idea of a shirtless, sweating Nolan attempting to scale one of her breasts like a mountain.

Silly as that sounded, it was entirely possible. Anything was possible for her now. She was an all-powerful being restrained only by her own conscience. The world was her toy now, and she could play with it in every way imaginable. Perhaps she’d go for a stroll and squeeze her wide hips through a city street – an empty one, of course – and ‘accidentally’ press the massive swell of her huge butt against an office building. Or maybe she’d test just how huge she could get by sprawling out in a wooded valley and just growing and growing, flattening acres upon acres of forest beneath the swells of her tits.

But all of those crazy fantasies can wait. Like Megan said, I should take it slow and enjoy the ride. And here I thought she’d just been trying to manipulate me into being “restrained” because she was terrified of what I might do. Guess I should have learned by now not to doubt my best friend, especially not after everything she’s done for me.

Years of memories rushed to the front of Amy’s mind all at once. Whether it was sticking up for her against bullies for picked on Amy for being a nerd, helping Amy with her social awkwardness, or comforting Amy during one of her bouts of depression where she broke down crying without knowing why, Megan had always been there for her.

A goddess shouldn’t owe anything to anyone, Amy mused. But really, I owe her a whole hell of a lot, and she should get something special. She’s always talked about wanting to visit Europe; maybe I’ll give her a place over there. Hell, why not let her have a whole country to rule? She deserves it. Her eyebrows perked up. Oh, speaking of ruling, I did say I was going to make something big happen, didn’t I? Something to get people’s attention. Something cool and fascinating, but also kind of mysterious...oh, I’ve got it!

With an idea in mind, Amy raised her ring-bearing hand, brought her thumb and middle finger together for her signature snap…

And stopped.

One tiny yet persistent bit of doubt had once again wormed its way back into her mind. Not doubt about whether she could reshape the world, of course, but whether she should. As hard as she’d tried to rationalize it in her ramblings to Nolan, Amy still wondered whether conquering the planet as she intended could be considered anything other than evil.

No. No, fuck that. I am NOT evil! Evil would be enslaving all of humanity, forcing them to hand over all the gold, silver, and jewelry on the planet for me to hoard, to do nothing but worship me the rest of their lives. And I could do that in a heartbeat. But I haven’t and I never will, because I’m not a monster! Besides, if I’m all-powerful, shouldn’t I be the one to decide what’s good and evil or right and wrong?

A soft groan from Nolan grabbed her attention. She spent a few more moments drinking in his tiny, toned form before taking a deep breath.

I guess I could ask Nolan what he thinks. Sure, already he said he wasn’t scared of me, but that was before I talked about taking over the world and then jumped him. Maybe I shouldn’t care about his opinion or anyone else’s...but I do.

Amy gently rolled over to her side to let Nolan slide off onto the bed next to her. She rested her head on her hand and watched him stretch and wake, slowly opening his eyes to meet her gaze. Even in his groggy state, Nolan managed a warm smile, prompting a blush and giggle from Amy. No matter how powerful she’d become, that smiling, handsome face still set her heart aflutter.

“Hello...my goddess,” he greeted.

Amy’s body shuddered at Nolan’s words, shaking the earth beneath her.

“Hello to you, too,” she answered, tracing a circle with her finger on his muscular chest. “Um, can I ask you something, Nolan? It’s kinda serious.”

“Of course,” Nolan replied, sitting up straight.

“All that stuff I rambled about earlier – ruling the world, being a goddess and everything else – I want your honest opinion on it. Do you think it’s insane? Do you think I'm insane?” Sensing Nolan’s unease at those words, she held up her hand. “Okay, that probably sounds like a trap, and I don’t blame you for thinking that. Being insecure made me sensitive sometimes, to put it mildly, and I know I’m not the easiest to deal with when I get like that. But please answer me truthfully, okay? All this power has gone straight to my head and I need to know if I’m turning into something I don’t want to be.”

Nolan squirmed rather noticeably in his spot on the bed. Though she had improved dramatically since they’d first begun dating, the insecurities Amy mentioned still reared their ugly head from time to time, leaving her in rather defensive moods. One needed only to look at their spat in the mall for an example of how she could explode. And now that she had godlike powers? Things could go south fast. Nolan just prayed there wouldn’t be any more earthquakes involved.

“Please, Nolan,” Amy pleaded. “I don’t want my boyfriend to be afraid of me. I swear on my divinity that I won’t get upset with whatever you say. And as we’ve established” – her soft hand gently stroked Nolan’s cheek – “I’m pretty good at keeping my promises.”

“Amy, I can’t sit here and say with a straight face that taking over the world doesn’t sound utterly insane. I can still barely believe I’m discussing this. It’s just so absurd.”

Despite her best attempt to hide her disappointment, Amy’s demeanor quickly soured, with her head drooping and a gloomy mood filling the air. Nolan quickly rose to his feet to look his all-powerful girlfriend in the eye.

“But that doesn’t mean you’re crazy, okay? All I can do is answer you from the perspective of a mortal. Maybe it makes perfect sense to do it with as powerful as you’ve become. A lot of people would probably do much, much worse than you’ve got in mind. Honestly, if I was in your position, with the universe in the palm of my hand, knowing no one could stop me from doing anything I wanted, I don’t have a clue what I’d do. What I do know is you’re not insane, and you’re sure as hell not evil. You’re the sweetest, kindest, most loving woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I think you’ll be the most benevolent goddess imaginable.”

Amy’s face lit up at his last sentence, with a smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Yeah, I will. Everyone’s going to prosper under my rule!” She leaned forward ever so slightly, close enough that Nolan could feel her breath wash over his skin. “Especially you, Nolan. When I approached you that day, I never expected you to pay a little nerd like me any mind. That’s why I was so shocked when you looked me in the eyes and showed me that smile of yours for the first time. Every day since then has been like living in a fantasy. Even if I don’t always act like it, these last six months with you have been the warmest, most enjoyable time of my entire life. I would give up every last drop of my divine power if that’s what it took to keep you at my side.” Amy’s fair cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink. “Oh, goodness, sorry. I go way too mushy there.”

“Don’t apologize. I actually like it when you’re mushy.” A little smirk crossed Nolan’s face. “Seeing a goddess blush is pretty cute, too.”

Thankful Nolan was comfortable enough to tease her, Amy flashed a smirk twice as wide as his.

“Oh yeah?”

Without warning, Amy clasped Nolan’s cheeks and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Her powerful tongue forced its way into his mouth, easily overpowering his own. This victory seemed to embolden Amy as she grabbed the back of his head and pushed herself even farther on a quest to seemingly explore every inch of his mouth. Nolan offered no resistance, both because it would be utterly futile and because he was enjoying every second of it. Amy relented just as Nolan felt himself growing lightheaded, leaving him gasping for air like an emerging diver. Even more notable, though, was the deep shade of crimson he was sporting.

“Well, well, what do you know?” Amy chirped with a giggle. “My little man blushing is even cuter.” The bed creaked as Amy leaned back on her arms. “Thanks for being honest, Nolan. All my doubts are gone. I’m ready now. Ready to reveal myself to the world. What do you say we show them their new queen and king?”

“I think” - Nolan cut himself short - “excuse me? King?”

“Obviously,” Amy replied, seemingly offended Nolan expected otherwise. “Don’t get the wrong idea; it’s gonna be my kingdom, and I’m in charge of everything. But I thought you might enjoy getting a little royal treatment yourself. Or does ‘King Nolan’ not appeal to you?”

“N-no, no, it certainly does!”

“Then let’s not waste any more time, huh?” Amy snapped her fingers and the couple found themselves fully clothed. Nolan felt clean and refreshed, as though he’d just taken a long shower. He couldn’t tell if Amy had given herself the same treatment, because his goddess had simply become too beautiful for any flaws to stand out.

“Part of me wanted to put on a toga or something to look the part of a goddess, but you know what? I’m way, way more powerful than any of those goddess of mythology. Why try to emulate them when they were so weak? I should wear whatever I damn well please.” Amy’s face grew hot and red. “Wow, that sounded really arrogant, didn’t it? At this rate I’ll go from having no self-esteem to an ego bigger than the planet.”

“As powerful as you are, I can’t say you’d be wrong to have one.”

“Don’t encourage me,” Amy grinned. “That’s what my worshipers will be for.”

With the same grin on her face, Amy raised her hand above her head.

“Now it begins: the reign of the all-knowing, all-seeing, all-powerful Amy!”

Her fingers snapped, and Nolan vanished with her into thin air