“Jace, Please?”

He looked up at his old friend. “Hayden, I…”

“Man you gotta help me out here! She’s been sleeping on my couch for the last month. My wife wants her gone. Do you know how tense it is at my house with a wife and former flame under one roof?”

“Eggshells I’m sure.”

“She’s been trying to save money to pay for an apartment, but you know what even a one bedroom is going for these days. It’s ridiculous! Hell, she even sold her car to get that much more ahead on a deposit, but everyone wants a deposit plus first and last month’s rent.”

“Yeah, the rental market is way overpriced.” Jace had to admit.

“All due to the law enforcement training center they opened.” Hayden shook his head dismissively, “few can compete with Uncle Sam’s bucks; the Feds pay top dollar for everything, even the low value rentals.”

“True, most homes have been rented by the Feds. Look, I’d love to help, I really would, but this is supposed to be my new game room and…” Jace pointed up to the second floor of his garage. I’ve been living out here in the back garage for eight months while the house was being completely redone. Now that I can move back into the main house, I wanted—”

“She, she won’t be here that long, just for a while. C’mon man…” Hayden begged. “She’s really been through the wringer!”

Jace reached up, drawing fingers though short cropped blond hair.

Inwardly, Hayden smiled knowing his old friend could never turn down a hard luck case.

“She does have a job right?”

“Yes, works for United Parcel Service as a driver.”

“U.P.S. is all the way out on Atkinson, south end of town. How does she get to work without a car?”
“Rides the transit buses.” Hayden answered. “She’s up before dawn, back at dark. Why, you won’t even know she’s around, especially since she’ll be living above the back garage.”

“Party girl?”

“Nah,” Hayden shook his head emphatically. “she’s 40, and mature enough to know not to throw house parties.”

"Smoke?"

"No."

“What’s her name?” asked Jace while reaching down to absently pat his old German Shepherd.

“Dafne, with an “f” not “ph.””

“Ah.” Jace straitened up a bit. “How bad a ringer she been though.”

“Bad.” Hayden crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s the only reason I felt we had to allow her to stay a bit, despite my wife’s objections.”

“Bad how?” Jace looked up to meet Hayden’s eyes.

“Former hubby has gambling problem, they lost everything. By the time the ink on the bankruptcy had dried, so had the ink on the divorce.”

“Kids involved?”

“No, she had uterine cancer in her 20s, never gonna have kids, though she always wanted to.”

Jace let out a breath, “wow that is hellva story.”

“Yeah, she’s had a time of it.” Hayden leaned up against the side of the back garage. “Smart one she is too, has a degree in finance, had a full ride scholarship to the University of New Mexico. Instead, she took a partial scholarship, playing basketball at Texas A&M.”

Jace shrugged, “More prestigious school A&M.”

“With the downturn in the economy due to the housing bubble, jobs in her degree field are few and far between. She’s trying to save money and keep afloat on student loans. It’s been a real slog for her.”

“Yeah.” Muttered Jace, more than a bit grumpy foreseeing the imminent loss of a long anticipated game room. It was plain selfish to feel that way, but he had been planning this room for quite a while.

“Well…” he sighed heavily. “Give her my number.”

“Aww, man! thanks!” Hayden smiled, clearly relieved.

Chapter One: First Impressions

“And, certainly if you ever do get a car, the garage space is yours.”

“Thank you.”

A long moment of silence…

“Well then,” Jace clasped his hands together. “You both go on in and have a look.”

Watching them both mount the outside stairs to the second floor, Jace had to admit…

Dafne was intimidating.

Maybe intimidating wasn’t quite the word. Distant, or… aloof perhaps? She was not unkind, or generally off-putting. Just… she made very little effort to engage in conversation, giving her an air of mystery.

She was tall, he was expecting that. Hayden did say she played basketball in college. The descriptors short, and basketball player don’t normally go together. Tall, but not lanky, instead she appeared quite strong. Hazel eyes, and wine-red wine hair. It wasn’t outlandish her hair color, not neon in appearance, rather subdued, he guessed her normal hair color was black and she’d tinted it with a burgundy color. She’d worn her U.P.S. clothes to their first meeting. Brown Polyester pants with button down blouse of the same shade with dirty yellow stitching. Even her shoes were brown along with her name tag which read, Dafne Kepler in white letters.

Least, due to her name tag, he knew her last name as she hadn’t been forthcoming with that bit of info

Sitting down in a patio chair on his back porch, he observed his two pecan trees, and the flowers growing happily in their beds. He’d done a ton of work to get this garden going and a ton more to keep it growing. Worth it as the backyard was a nice retreat. Bright flowers and deep green grass, which contrasted with the dull brown hues of the plains in New Mexico. Cheered him to come out to the back yard and see color that was so absent everywhere else.

**

“Lights on the side of the building.” Hannah Merril observed as they reached the stair landing. “least you can find your way at night.”

“Hmmmm….” Dafne opened the door to reveal the apartment, truthfully she wasn’t expecting much. When Hayden told her it was slated to be a game room, she mentally pictured jerseys on the wall, and the place stinking like stale beer.

Actually, she was pleasantly surprised…

The floors were wood, a rich dark mahogany. The main feature in the room was the fireplace, the facing of which was made from cut field stone. Above the mantle, the only hint of a game room, a massive television.
The furniture consisted of beautiful dark brown leather couches.

She walked toward the fireplace, glad for the beautiful “A frame” ceiling overhead. When you are rather tall, lower ceilings are not a friend though you did learn to look for low hanging ceiling fans.

The fireplace was immaculately clean, a holder nearby filled with precisely stacked logs. Two narrow windows flanked it to let in light, above two skylights did the same.

“You’ve got a small deck here.” Hannah was looking out the windows along the front face of the apartment, above the double wide garage door. A glass door led out to the deck which had two comfy looking chairs and a little bistro table upon it. As with the fireplace, windows were placed to either side of the door, like those on either side of the fireplace they had bars to dissuade any would be intruders.

“View isn’t great.” Hannah chuckled. “Beautiful gravel alleyway filled with weeds and trash bins. “Be nice if the neighbors actually painted their wood fences instead of leaving them to warp in the weather.”

“Be nice, but not going to happen.” Dafne walked to the kitchen. Looking back at the two doors of the apartment, she noticed the two brass sliding bolts at the top and bottom of each. A massive bolt which slid into an equally beefy receiver. This place was secure.

“Ah!” Hannah announced while opening a long side closet on the same wall as the door they’d entered. “Look at this! Water heater, water softener, clothes washer, and a dryer! No more laundry mat for you.”

“Never had a place with a water softener.” Dafne found the kitchen small, a galley type which had a counter-top to eat at and an unobstructed view of the room.

“Nice stove, big sink a big refrigerator, and a dishwasher.” Hannah opened a cabinet. “Plates and such.”
Dafne took a peek, expecting plastic plates, beer mugs, and shot classes. She found spotless cabinets, and a full set of plain white china. Tucked on other shelves were wine glasses, clear beer glasses, and even a set measuring cups. Scooting by Hannah, she walked through the French Doors into the single bedroom.

Behind, Hannah giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“A four poster full size bed, have fun squeezing into that.”

“He’s not as tall as me, I’m sure it suits him fine.”

“Tall is an understatement, Goliath.” Hannah snarked.

Dafne appraised the room, two nightstands, a large dresser with mirror, a desk. “This is high quality stuff.”

“Hayden did say, Jace guy had money from owning real estate.”

“Hmmm…” Dafne walked to the bathroom. Opening the door, she found a wide single sink vanity, nickel plated lighting sconces, and a most spectacular shower.

“You know, he’s single…”

“Men are dogs, Hannah,” pronounced Dafne with surety. “Come look at this.”

“Wow…” Pushing by the smaller woman entered the bathroom. “A ceiling mounted shower head. Even you can fit under that!”

“Jets to the sides as well.”

“You’re right.” The smaller women opened the glass door and stepped in much to Dafne’s amusement. “Even someone with your wingspan could fit in here.”

“C’mon.” Dafne gestured. “Let’s go see what outrageous price the man wants to rent this place.”

**

“And what do you want in return I wonder?” Dafne crossed her arms over her chest and glared downward.

“Nothing, other than a $1,000 good faith deposit, and proof you are placing cash into a savings account.”

“Why such generous terms?” she pressed.

Jace shrugged, “Hayden tells me you’ve had a time of it these last few years. I’m in a position to help, so I’m offering you help in getting back on your feet.”

Dafne remained unconvinced, in the silence which ensued, her gaze didn’t leave his until he looked down.

“You are free to turn me down, this is just business. I certainly won’t have hurt feelings or voice any objections if you do.”

“I’ll take it, but I need a 12 month lease.”

Demanding this one.

“Agreed.” He plopped the key into her hand.

He observed her, without the appearance of observing her.

Dafne had nothing but clothes, and precious few of those.

While he’d lost the game room, Jace told himself he was doing the right thing, truly he was in a position to help and should.

As he pruned the last rose, he glanced up to see the chatty little blonde named Hannah tear off down the alley in her Lexus.

Little…

He chuckled, He was all of 5’6” she was just a tad shorter than he was.

Standing he, walked over to the timer for the drip system which fed water to his flower beds. A few taps on the buttons and he’d reset it for daylight savings time.

Walking back he grabbed the rake, and began cleaning out the planter bed.

**

From the deck Dafne watched him for some moments, sure he was too engrossed in his work to take notice.
The backyard, like the home he lived in was immaculate. Beautiful stone fencing ringed the whole of the yard. Every five feet, hammered copper sconces were attached to the fencing. She was sure it gave off a nice ambient light in the evenings. A perfectly sculpted lawn with granite stepping stones which led to immaculate flower beds. The variety of flora was unbelievable. Large Hybrid Tea Roses rose up over Floribundas bursting with blooms. Along sections of the wall, climbing roses filled wrought iron trellises. On one side of the home, a stained wooden arbor held up bountiful grape vines. In one corner, an iron bench sat under a Pecan Tree. In the far rounded corner of the yard, a bird bath sat, filled with crystal clear water. Two old crows were currently occupying the bath, clearly enjoying themselves as a gaggle of tittering little birds looked on from perches on the fence. The tiny birds, unwilling to challenge the larger crows for space in the birdbath, appeased themselves by swooping down in groups to nibble from hanging bird-feeders.

The patio had gorgeous Spanish tile, and a stone fountain set against the wall. In the center, a circular table of wrought iron, capped by a glass top. Nearby a smattering of plants, and a very used charcoal grill.
On the other side of the house, a gated entry to a massive swim style hot tub. Thing had to be at least 16 feet long.

Damn yard was so perfect, it looked like the grounds of Disneyland.

Especially when you compared it to the neighbors. From her position on the balcony, Dafne could see over the fence. Nothing but dead grass, and withered plants.

While Hannah had said Jace was wealthy, he didn’t look it by outward appearances. This home was in a solidly middle to lower middle class neighborhood. The design was a simple mid-century ranch to which additions had been made. One such addition was a larger master bedroom; another was a large den. Both additions, plus the main house boxed the patio in on three sides.

The only thing that did give a hint of some wealth were the furnishings, those were quality.

Noticing him moving closer, she decided it best to go back in. Clicking the door closed behind her, she walked over and plopped down on the couch. Kicking off her tennis, she then stretched out her long legs, reveling in the fact that the furniture was long enough for her 6’2” frame.

For a moment she lay still, just enjoying the beauty of silence.

Hayden and his wife, Debbie had three adorable, rambunctious kids who loved nothing more than to play with their tall friend. Dafne loved it of course, but now, the silence was wonderful.

wonderful enough for her to nod off.

**

Jace hadn’t had someone living in this close a proximity since college. Odd knowing someone was in your space after so long a time. Sure he’d had his chances with relationships, but those were few and far between. Were he one to place blame on something easy, he’d point to his height. The underlying truth was he preferred being alone. Relationships were so…much…work! Honestly, he didn’t know how Hayden or any of his other married pals did it. Jace sincerely admired their dedication, but it wasn’t in the cards for him. He liked doing what he wanted, when he wanted.

The patterns of his life were ingrained and he wasn’t sure they could be changed. Sure, going out to eat alone was usually something he avoided. Going on trips alone was, at certain moments, not fun. Still, the horror stories of marriage and divorce from so many friends had hardened his belief that relationships were not for him.

Back to the numbers…

He stared at the screen, clearly his pocketbook was doing well. Millions of dollars well.

His great-grandfather has started this company, J & R Rentals. From the time he was in 3rd grade, Jace had been working the rent house trade. With seed money invested by his father, by family, by friends, the company had grown to encompass nearly 800 properties across the southwest. Upon his father’s retirement, Jace had taken an enormous risk by using existing properties as collateral in a loan, then using the money to invest heavily in hotels in Texas, Nevada, and California. With equal parts, luck and hard work, it’d all paid off. He was more than able to hire property managers to handle his ever expanding list of rentals. Through it all, he held to the principles his father had instilled in him.

Renters deserved quality.

His homes were well maintained, structure, electrical, plumbing, was first rate. His father’s other principle was that bad things happen, and you needed to know when to give a bit of slack. People lost jobs, had medical bills, had to bury loved ones…. It went on and on… Rent could wait at times, back payments owed quietly forgiven. The bottom line might have suffered at times, but the company was now billions in the black and its original investors millionaires.

Jace had found the best way to enjoy being a millionaire was to not let people know you were a millionaire. No huge fancy home for him. No fleet of exotic cars. He had a 9-year-old Ford Pickup and a 16-year-old Cadillac. Both bought used. His third car, was a bit of a splurge, a 1962 Chrysler 300 Convertible. His home was unremarkable, except for the quality of the furnishings inside.

Course everyone deserves a little fun for working hard. Unknown to practically everyone, he owned a 35-million-dollar beach property in the U.S. Virgin Islands.

With a sigh, he looked up at the wall clock in the converted bedroom that was his office. Time for another long established tradition. The Sunday, grilling of a steak.

**

Hazel eyes fluttered open…

The marvelous aroma wafting into the room through the open window had drawn her out of a deep sleep. She knew that delicious smell…he was grilling.

Hayden and his wife did not cook… fast food was the regular at their house. She’d joined in until noticing her uniforms fitting much too tight. More gym time along with a change in diet caused the pounds to disappear.

But… this was grilling, she loved grilling out…well worth a fudge on the diet. Perhaps Jace would…?

“No.” Dafne grumped, cutting of the thought. She was not a freeloader and moreover had no right to wander down from her apartment and invade his privacy.

Her tummy growled….

“No.” she said again. Rising up, she walked over to the fridge.

A pack of lean Turkey…

Wheat bread…

Mustard…

“Good enough.” She muttered after making the sandwich and placing it on a plate.

Walking back she sat and, after a bit of fiddling, she got the T.V. on. Appeared Jace had the super deluxe premium plan, sports, movie channels, news, looked a billion channels of entertainment.

Flipping over to ESPN, she absently watched Sports Center.

**

He’d put on another steak… You know, just in case.

She didn’t come down. Jace didn’t know if he was relieved, or disappointed, or a strange mix of both.
Now for some inexplicable reason, he was making a copycat Chipotle steak burrito…. For her.

He sighed… this whole thing was stupid! What in the world was he doing making food for a tenant?

Stupid… Stupid, stupid, stupid!

**

The alarm on her cell phone went off. The start of another 12-14 hour day. Reaching over, she turned off the alarm set for 4AM and sighed.

The bed she was in was perfectly comfortable, in fact it was insanely comfortable, just itty bitty. She pretty much filled the whole thing. Scrunching up was necessary lest her feet hang over the edge of the carved railing at the foot of the bed.

With a groan, she stood and stretched, before padding across the wooden floor to the bathroom.
Time to test out the shower.

**

The alarm on his cell phone went off. The time was 5:15. He didn’t need to be at work until 8AM, but he liked to lollygag in the mornings and have a coffee while reading the news on his tablet.

Ambling down the hall after a brief trip to the bathroom, he flipped on the light and poured himself a cup of coffee. Looking out the kitchen window, he caught sight of Dafne running down the alley.

She really needed a car to get to work…

“No.” he said aloud. He couldn’t go lending her his car.

That was not going to happen.

**

She was grumpy…

Forgot to get coffee at the store. Now she was running late for the bus (damn you fantastic shower!) Good thing the bus stop was close.

Opening the front door, she heard something drop. Looking down, she saw a little lunch tote at her feet.
Picking it up, she worked the zipper to find a burrito, along with a bit of rice and beans in separate containers. The contents of the tote being kept cold by a square ice pack at the bottom.

On the inner lid a note…

[i]Cooked out yesterday and had extra, hope you don’t mind my packing you a lunch. –Jace.[i]

He’d obviously gotten up early to hang this on her door. Dafne’s lips quirked up into a smile as she ran down the alley to catch the bus. Maybe the day wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Thanks for lunch.”

“Very welcome.” Despite his best efforts, he looked down at his shoes for a moment.
Dafne watched him, working to keep the smile from appearing. He was shy… how adorable.

“You ah, a member of this gym?” Mentally, he slapped himself for voicing such a stupid question.

“Yup.” She answered succinct with a bit of smirk. “I’ve got to hurry.” Seeing his confused look, she explained. “I hurry though my morning deliveries, so I can get to the gym every day. Still got about two hours to go to finish my route.”

“Wow…” he blinked.

“Not that tough really.” She turned toward the free weights intending to walk away.

“I ah, noticed you heading down the alley this morning."

She turned back towards him. “Yeah, I gotta get to the bus round 5:30, with all the stops, it takes about an hour to get out to the delivery center.”

“Would you like to use my car?” Jace gave himself another mental slap. What was he thinking!

“That’s very generous of you, but I can’t take your car.”

“Think about it, make your life easier.”

“Sure.” She walked away.

As he got on the treadmill to run, Jace thought for a moment. Did she say sure, meaning she’d think about it? Perhaps she meant sure, I’ll use your car.

Women… he sighed.

**

She hit the key, the old Cadillac immediately firing right up.

Damned nice of Jace to allow her to use his car. For a moment she just sat in bliss, feeling the cool air. This car had the best refrigerated air of any vehicle she’d rode in. After a long day of being jostled about in a hot truck, the smooth ride of this car was relaxing.

Coming out of her trace, she put the car into gear and carefully pulled out into the street. Though she didn’t want to, it was time to hit the gym.

The gym…

She’d been going for about a year now, spin classes, running, weights, a whole regimen designed to lose weight and build muscle. Being a former athlete, she was in tune with her body, able to tell when to push and when to rest.

Thing was, she just kept pushing and her body just kept going. At 40, you’d think more rest was required, but lately her body had just kept getting stronger and stronger.

She wasn’t complaining, it was just… odd.

Reaching the gym, Dafne got out and locked what Jace called the beige-bomber. Appropriate name, she thought, the car was beige with a beige/brown interior. Walking into the gym, she breezed by the reception desk and into the changing room. When she entered, stealthy looks were cast her way.

Dafne was inwardly amused by it all. She didn’t know if men did these things, but women checked each other out, sizing up the competition. Let em’ look, mused Dafne. In size, she was the tallest. In fitness, she was the strongest.

Walking out, she happened to glance up to the second floor and there, on his usual treadmill, was Jace. Lean little fella. He was definitely petite, most everyone had height above his, she included. She didn’t just have some height on him, she towered over him. Looked like he was running at a good pace. She was impressed by his work ethic. Walking up the stairs, she picked a mat behind him to do her warm ups.

Standing she did the last of her stretches, watching as the men in the gym stole leering glances at her.

Perhaps some 40-year-old women would be flattered to have the boys looking her over. Dafne despised it and despised them for ogling her as she worked out.

Men were dogs.

That was her mantra, after the divorce. Certainly her ex-husband Myles was a dog. He’d drained her bank account, maxed out her credit, all while cheating on her with a series of silicone enhanced...

She worked to cut off the thought, the anger was always so close to the surface. The gym was a good remedy for the feeling of helplessness after the divorce. Here she was in control.

Getting on the elliptical, she found she just couldn’t stop thinking about Myles. He’d walked away from the divorce free as you please. His rich family hired lawyers to battle her in court. The also paid all his debts, even sent him to treatment for gambling. She’d had to declare personal bankruptcy. She was angry about it all. She had every right to be! She trusted him!

Myles, who was 48, had traded her in for a newer model. His new love was a vapid 26-year-old.

“You’re really going all out there…honey.”

As she’d forgotten her damned earphones, she heard every word.

The anger within broke free. Halting her movements, she grabbed him by the wrist. “I’m no one’s honey.” she growled.

“Okay! Okay!” he bellowed. “Let go!”

Shocked by her actions, Dafne immediately released him.

“Damn lady!” he started rubbing his wrist, mottled bruising beginning to appear. “I was just making conversation.”

“Go away!” She barked. Glancing over, she saw that everyone had stopped what they were doing to gawk at her. For a moment her eyes met Jace’s, his eyes not showing shock, rather concern.

She got off the elliptical and walked straight out of the gym.


**

He heard the soft knock on the back door as he was making dinner. Setting the spoon down, he walked through the den to see Dafne standing at the back door and worked the latch and let her in.

“Hi.” He said. Looking up to meet her eyes. She was still in her workout clothes and very sweaty.

“Hi…” she replied soft. “Um…”

“Oh! Hang on!” He dashed into the kitchen on hearing the pot holding the orzo about to boil over.

“Come on in, I was just making dinner.” He reduced the heat, before turning to rinse off the shrimp. Turning, he smiled at seeing she’d followed him into the kitchen.

“Could I get you something to drink?”

“Maybe some water?”

“Sure.” Grabbing a glass, he filled it with ice and water from the fridge. “Have you eaten?”

“Jace….” She sighed, “I can’t impose.” She took hold of the glass he offered.

“You’re not imposing, I’ve got plenty.” He padded the shrimp dry then plopped them into the skillet with a bit of Tuscan heat spice. “I get these meals from HelloFresh, they are made for two, so if you don’t stay it’ll just become leftovers.” Reaching down, he opened the oven. “Ah…”

Dafne handed him what she knew he was looking for, a pot holder.

“Thanks!” he smiled up at her briefly then turned back to pull the roasted tomatoes out of the oven.

“Smells wonderful.” She said soft. “Are you sure you don’t mind me--”

“Not one bit.” Sitting the baking sheet aside. He tossed the shrimp a bit in the pan.

“Jace, I came over to apologize. You must think me crazy.”

“Why?” seeing the shrimpies almost done, he turned to get two plates out of the cupboard.

Seeing him rise up of his toes a bit jolted her into action, she getting the plates down for him. In return, she got an adorable smile from him.

“The scene I caused at the gym.” She absently reached up to adjust the scrunchie holding her pony tail.

“Guys name is John, he hits on every woman in the place. Actually I was kinda glad you shut him down so forcefully.”

“You are?”

“Yep, he’s a jerk. Perhaps now he’ll think twice before hitting on the next woman.” Taking the cooked orzo, he carefully drained it, then put it in the pan with the shrimp with a half cup of cooking water. Fiddling a bit, he opened a finger sized package of stock concentrate and squeezed it into the pan along with a pad of butter and a squeeze of lemon juice. Stirring the mix a bit, he allowed it to reduce as the directions said.

“I was so mad, I… You know, not mad as him, just mad over everything… how my life is going…I…” Her voice dropped away and she looked down in shame.

He faced her, “I won’t pretend to know what you are feeling, or what you are going though. My grandmother used to say, Things at the worst, will mend.”

She looked up to see him smiling at her.

“I know it’s trite, but it’s true. C’mon,” he gestured to the table, “let’s eat.”

“Jace, I really stink.” She tried to beg off again. “I was so mad I just, well I just ran out of the gym and kept running.”

“Whoa! You mean you’ve been running for…”

“Yeah…”

“Then you need to sit, and eat something.” He walked to the dining room table and pulled out a chair for her to sit in.

Dafne couldn’t remember the last time she’d witnessed a guy display such manners. Taking a seat she watched him divide the Shrimp and Orzo between plates along with the roasted tomatoes. He then sprinkled the food with some toasted panko bread crumbs topping with scallion greens. Slicing a lemon into quarters, he put the wedges on the side of the plate.

“Oh! We should have wine!” he announced as she set her plate down before her.

“Lets see…” He rooted though his little wine rack. “Ah, I’ve got this Cherin Blanc,” he examined the bottle. I think I got this on sale, the name sounded fancy so I got it.”

Dafne smirked a bit watching him fumble trying to uncork the bottle. She stood, then walked over to nab a couple of wine glasses from the top shelf.

“Oh gosh, thank you.” He looked round. “I put my stool somewhere. Builder put the cabinets in this place a tad too high for a fella like me.”

“No problem.” She walked back to the table and sat.


**

“I’m too tall for him, I—”

“Dafne…” Hannah gave her coworker a look. “You’re too tall for everyone and you won’t find anyone if you limit yourself by looking for guys taller than you.”

“Yeah, when I do find one, he acts like he’s doing me a favor by going out with me.”

“See?” Hannah took a sip of her coffee.

Dafne sighed. “Jace is so polite, but so very shy…”

“Well, then make the first move, don’t wait for him to do it.”

“I don’t wana screw things up,” Dafne shook her head. “I mean he’s helping me out tons by letting me stay in this place and…”

“If you don’t try, you won’t know.” Hannah watched her friend bite her lower lip in angst. “Just go really slow, chat with him every day, if he invites you in for dinner go.

“I don’t know, Hannah, I might not be ready for a relationship?”

“Who said anything about a relationship? You always put so much pressure on yourself. Just have a nice time hanging out with him. Let it go where it goes.”

“Yeah…” Dafne fell silent for a bit. “Okay…” she breathed.

“Good!” Hannah smiled. “Now tell me more about the gym incident. Why’d you grab that guy?”

“It was dumb, you know how I over think stuff. I got myself all worked up—”

“The divorce again huh?”

“Uh huh, took it out on him when he called me…honey.”

“Sounds like you gave him quite a shock. You gotta let go of this divorce stuff, it’s been almost two years.”
“I know, I’ve been taking my mind off it as best I can by working as many hours as possible and then, hitting the gym.”

“I can tell!” Hannah reached out and wrapped a little hand partially round Dafne’s bicep.

“Maybe I should cut back? I mean, I’m already tall, now I’m getting way too built. No guy wants an Amazon.”

“Oh please! Dafne stop! You’re over six foot. You are never, ever, going to be like other women. You know, petite like me and wearing heels and such. Just accentuate what you have.” Hannah watched as her friend paused to take a sip of coffee. “Look, I hope you won’t get mad at me for saying this, but… I think one of the reasons you got with Myles, was that he was taller than you.

“It was—”

Hannah held up one hand. “Hold on, let me finish. I know there were other factors, but we girls like to feel dainty and feminine, and that feeds into the mystique of wanting a tall, strong fella. For me it’s easy, I’m 5’2”. For you that idea doesn’t hold water. Dafne, you are already tall, already strong, you don’t need some guy to protect you.”

Dafne huffed, a smirk on her lips.

“See, I can tell by your reaction that you agree you don’t need that type of guy. Still you persist in trying to find him.”

“I dunno…”

“Oh you know alright. You’ve always been strong and independent, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t let out your softer side every now and then. Try it round Jace.

“It’s… he’s never gonna want to go out with me.”

“You told me he’s made lunch for you every day for the last three months…”

“Yes…”

“He lets you use his car.”

“Yeah…”

“Cooks you dinner at night.”

“True…”

“Dafne!” Hannah raised her hands in exasperation. “He’s sweet on you!”

“Figured he was being kind.”

“Well, you figured wrong! How is it you can be so smart yet so daft when it comes to seeing when a guy likes you! If Jace is as shy as you say, he’ll never come out and tell you. You… gotta…. make… the first move!”

“Okay, okay! Dafne nodded. “I’ll try.”

“Don’t give it some halfhearted try, go all in and show him you are interested.”

“Alright Already!” Dafne rolled her eyes after a long moment of silence in which Hannah just stared across the table at her. “I’ll do it! But… I gotta do it my way which may not be all soft and cutesy.”

Dafne was seven feet tall…

Seven feet and, at the moment, livid.

“For two solid years, I didn’t miss one fucking day!” She huffed.

From his chair on the patio, Jace watched as she did push-ups in the back garden.

The frustration she felt needed an outlet, that outlet was working out. Problem was, the gym was closed for the duration.

“They cut me, and keep all the brown nosing slackers!”

She’d already gone on a run to try and burn off the anger.

“Not enough deliveries my ass!” The run had done little to quell the storm.

Jace thought that last point might be true, but felt it better to stay silent.

“Fuck Them. She growled. “Fuck…Them!” Now the words were yelled.

Her cell phone rang.

Halting her exercise a moment, Dafne picked up the device to see who was calling.

“Fuck her too!”

Jace jolted when Dafne crushed the phone in her hand, then flung the pieces across the yard.

“Worthless ass Hannah! Did all she could to keep her boy toy in his job! At my expense!” Lowering herself to the ground, Dafne buried face in hands.

Jace slowly rose from his chair, two weeks after coming home from the hospital, weakness still plagued him. Thankfully, his strength was beginning to return.

She was dressed in her workout clothes. Black yoga pants, stretched to the absolute limit. They looked more like yoga shorts as the bottoms, which should be around Dafne’s ankles, were at her knees. She wore no shoes, having kicked them off because they were too small. Her top was a red tee, which barely covered her breasts and exposed her ever more muscled abs.

He ambled over. “It’s gonna be okay.” It sounded trite, but Jace honestly didn’t know what to say.

In the next instant, Dafne was on her feet, towering over him and mad as hell. “Who the fuck asked you!?” she yelled.

She leaned over, a sneer on her lips as one long finger pressed into his chest.

Jace swallowed hard seeing the anger flashing in her hazel eyes. “Why is it gonna be okay Jace? Because you are rich and think I’m just gonna mooch off you?” She advanced forward, he retreating, her finger poking him in the chest with every word she spoke. “I pay my own way! Nobody owns me!”

“Okay…okay!” he raised his hands in a surrender gesture as he continued to retreat. His heel caught the edge of a sprinkler and he tumbled backward right into the stone bird bath. The bowl separated from the base, dousing him with water as the whole thing toppled over. He groaned as the base of the pedestal gouged into his back.

“Jace!” she cried.

Her arms went round him.

“I’m so sorry, I…”

He struggled against her hold.

Dafne let him go, watching mutely as he backed away. The look of fear in his eyes wounding her to the core.
As he went into the house, she collapsed against one of the pecan trees in the yard. Pulling her legs up until her knees were touching her chest. Crossing her arms over knees, Dafne then dipped her head and began to weep.

**

Things were getting better…

He stared at the T.V. People were pulling together, helping each other though difficult times. You could never dismiss America. Every time the country looked down for the count, the nation rose from the ashes. The same was happening now. Trains and trucks were rolling, food was beginning to reappear on shelves, power was being restored to communities. The feds were involved, food rations being distributed, soldiers keeping the peace. More dark days were ahead, but there was optimism building.

Wall Street reopened for business, no surprise, it was down some 2,000 points. He’d put in an order to buy more stock this morning, over his father’s objections.

The Banks were operating again. Much to the disappointment of the media, mass runs on deposits had not occurred. Good news doesn’t sell newspapers as the old saying went.

His back hurt like hell and Jace didn’t care. He felt hungry, buy didn’t feel like eating.

“She is plain scary…” he mumbled to himself. “What if she keeps getting bigger? What will that anger look like then?”

A knock at the front door spooked him out of his daze.

With great effort, he rose from his chair and slowly walked through the house. Taking a peek outside, one had to be careful, he then opened the door to reveal Hayden.

“Hey, ah… Could I come in?” a visibly nervous Hayden scratched the back of his head.

“Of course.” Jace closed and bolted the door behind him.

“Dude the back of your shirt is red, you bleeding?!”

“I’m fine, Jace walked into the kitchen. “Can I get you something?”

“Nah, nah...um.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m embarrassed to—”

“You need help?”

“Yeah,” Hayden was too ashamed to even look at Jace. “We are out of food and my wife, well she’s really hungry and, well. You know food is crazy expensive and…”

“She growing too?”

“Yeah, shot up ten inches in the last month.”

Jace nodded. “Hang on.” Leaving the kitchen he walked to the Master Bedroom. With great effort, he shifted a dresser aside, then removing a piece of wood flooring to reveal a safe, buried in the foundation of the house. After keying the code, he rooted a bit, before reaching the cash. Quickly he counted out, $4,000 before putting the sack back in the safe and closing it up again. After moving everything back to the way it was, Jace slowly got to his feet and went back to the kitchen.

Hayden’s eyes filled with tears as he counted out the money.

“Jace I…”

“Don’t worry bout it, go get your family some food.” Jace walked Hayden to the door.

“I’ll pay you back.”

“No worries.”

After Hayden had gone, Jace bolted the door again and walked back to the den.

**

“He help you out?”

Hayden could barely contain his shock at seeing Dafne standing in the driveway. She was… was huge!

“Yes.” He replied, warily watching as she tucked one big ass metal pipe under one arm.

“He’s a good guy,” She continued, deep sadness in her voice. “Constant stream of people coming by and he’s helped all of them.”

He took a hesitant step toward his car, relieved when she moved out of his way.

Hayden opened his car door. “You know Dafne…” his breath hitched slightly as she turned to face him. “I’ve always been sorry about the way things ended between us.”

“Then, perhaps, you shouldn’t have cheated on me. Hmmm?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yeah…” he moved to get in his car.

“Hayden.”

He halted his progress.

“Sorry,” she looked down, running fingers though her long wine tinted hair. “You helped me out, and I snap at you.”

“Nah, I deserved that.” Hayden sighed. “You found a good guy in Jace.”

“If I can keep him.” Dafne looked down at her bare feet. “Lost my temper this morning and took it out on him.”

“Imagine that? Daph showing her temper.”

His sarcasm caused her look back up at him and smirk.

“He’ll forgive you.”

“I don’t know…” she said soft. “As usual I’ve gone and fucked shit up. On top of it all, I’m still getting bigger, I’m filled with all these hormones and adrenaline. Now I’ve got Jace scared of me and--”

“Enough with the pity party Daph, get in there and apologize.”

She shook her head dismissively.

“Whatever, Dafne, just keep brooding over crap and see where it gets you.”

“I’m glad I dumped your ass, you got no tact at all Hayden.”

He laughed, “Let me be my natural blunt self. Jace is smart, didn’t get rich by being stupid. But… he’s got a huge weakness.”

“And that is?” Dafne pressed when Hayden wasn’t forthcoming.

“He thinks of everyone but himself and it’s gonna bring him down someday. He needs you and your fiery temper looking out for him.

“He’d do better without me.”

“No, without you he’d be dead and you both know that. Go in and apologize. You gotta look out for him Dafne. Jace jumps first then thinks later.” Hayden got into his car. After a wave, he pulled out of the driveway.

For long moments, she looked out at the deserted street before making her decision.

She began walking.

**

The doorbell rang.

All activity in the house stopped.

“It’s alright,” Hayden saw the fear in the eyes of his family. Standing he walked slowly to the door. No one was to be out past the curfew, it was just too dangerous.

“Dafne?” Hayden looked up… and up to meet her eyes.

“Jace here?” she asked curt.

“No.” Hayden’s brows knitted in confusion. “Why would he be here—“

“I came back from a long walk and he was gone.”

“How long—“

“I’ve been looking for him for an hour.”

Hayden sighed. “I’ll help.” He started to walk out the door.

“No, stay with your family. “It’s bad on the streets.”

“Alight… be careful huh?”

“Yeah, he watched as she got back in Jace’s old Caddy and pulled out of the drive.

**

Feeling the gun in his back, he reflected that going out to look for Dafne hadn’t been one of his better ideas.

One tall female was rooting though his wallet, gleefully taking out what cash he had and his credit cards. Another was getting into the driver seat of his truck. The third was behind him, holding a gun to his back.
He’d stopped at a four way. Before he knew it, these huge women had run up and yanked him out of his truck.

“Thanks for the ride!” The driver, closed the door on his pick-up. Jace saw her give a nod. The next moment the woman behind him whipped him round, and punched him hard.

Jace reeled back, after two more hits, he hit the asphalt.

“I like being big!” the woman who’d hit him ran to get into the truck. “I can kick anyone’s ass!”

The pickup roared off.

He tried to get to his feet. Blood pouring from a busted lip and his nose. Reaching up he felt his nose, glad it wasn’t broken. His right eye was swelling shut though.

The streetlights went out, plunging the area into darkness.

The President was dead…

The cause? Influenza.

Jace was solidly apolitical. Sure he voted in every election, but his main focus was always business. Right now, business was good. The country was slowly settling into this new reality and the investment decisions he’d made were paying handsomely both for the company and for himself.

He didn’t like was the comments from the newly sworn in President. Most of it had been political platitudes which he always tuned out. She… knew better days were ahead, that we must pull together as Americans…

Reading the closed captions on the little television in his office, he noted she called for the demolition of an overabundance of housing, and investment in new national infrastructure at a… new scale… to accommodate larger females.

Being that the company owned so many properties, Jace knew which construction companies would be called on to do the work. With a click of the mouse, he invested heavily, smiling when he instantly saw a ludicrous return on his money as the stock skyrocketed in value.

He may be small in this new world, but he still had business acumen.

Before the market exuberance faded, he sold. Making 80 million in profit. Not bad for an hours work.
The new President called for elections to Congress as so many members had died there was no longer a quorum present for business.

What worried Jace was the next part of her speech protections of men, in her words our most precious resource as their survival ensured the survival of humanity.

Without going into specifics, she alluded to some 400 jobs that men would no longer be allowed to hold.
Women should be head of household, controlling all marital property as well as property held by her husband. Supervision of the household would be the sole right of the wife, husbands could leave the house for what she called… legal purposes only… leaving local governments to decide what constituted a legal purpose.

Men would be phased out of service in the U.S. Military.

Property of those men who’d died should automatically go to the nearest female relative.

She suggested that female employees be given a higher hourly wage, than men as their continuing growth demanded they consume more resources.

Boards of all U.S. Corporations should be majority female.

The all female audience applauded enthusiastically.

What had Dafne said? Jace tried to recall… That power could be abused?

He’d sent an email to his father concerning the President’s comments, see what his dad thought. With three out of every four men dead, Jace had no doubt that a newly elected Congress would pass these… protective… laws. Moreover, majority female courts would uphold any challenge

He couldn’t worry about what might happen, he had to work in the here and now.

As the company held a majority state in Wells Fargo, he wanted debt and interest consumers owed on credit cards to be forgiven. No matter how insanely profitable charging 30% interest was, with the current crisis, consumers could no longer be held in debt bondage, they needed money to survive. This morning he wrote his ideas up in a formal letter, attaching it to an email sent to the board of Wells Fargo.

He also, locked down a plan to liquefy his own assets quickly should the government move to seize his investments. It was a worst case scenario, but should it happen, he couldn’t afford to be caught off guard. The general clumsiness of government would be his greatest asset. Every law had loopholes, either intended or unintended. His father used to liken government action to a doctor performing surgery with a butter knife, very imprecise.

Responding to another e-mail, this time from contractors on St. Thomas, he outlined his plan to demolish thousands of abandoned and looted homes. A shocking 90% of the people on the island had died. Jace had already forgiven debt owed on mortgages, for those that survived. He now went a step further, giving his property managers clearance to allowed residents to buy company property at an extreme discount. This was no time to price gouge, people were hurting, burying loved ones, and they needed the security of always having a home at a payment they could afford.

Long past he’d sent Company contractors, on his own dime, to the island. Time to implement his plan to revitalize the island….quietly. Should things go too far wrong in the mainland U.S., Jace wanted to have a place ready, not only for him, but for Dafne.

A soft knock at the front door caused him to get up from his chair and walk from his office, down the hall, to the front door. Peeking out he saw Hayden and felt it okay to open the door.

The moment he did Hayden shoved a large cardboard box into his hands.

“Here are the clothes you wanted.” He said curt.

“Thanks I’m sure Dafne will…” Jace didn’t get to finish the sentence as Hayden walked back to his car and drove off without so much as a goodbye.

Weird.

Closing the door, he quietly sat the box down, not wanting to wake a sleeping Dafne. She was still sprawled out on the floor in the den.

He did think it best to begin preparing breakfast as undoubtedly she’d be really hungry.

Looking in the fridge, he was pleasantly surprised to find eggs, bread, bacon, sausage, among all sorts of other fresh foods. He’d ask her where this had all come from when she woke. For now He’d get some food going.
Pausing, he looked back at her, sleeping away in the den… She was so big.

Right… Eggs, twelve of them, cooked sunny side up. Add eight pieces of toast, nine or so sausage links, ten or so strips of bacon… he hoped that would be enough for Dafne’s appetite. Oh! Pancakes! He saw the mix in the cupboard.

Looking round as everything cooked, he saw a tin of coffee next to the machine. He gleefully set to work happy to have coffee after so long.

As everything finished cooking, he snagged a large platter to place food on. He was just finishing setting the table when…

**

A series of loud bangs on the door, caused hazel eyes to shoot open.

Getting up, Dafne motioned for Jace to stay put.

Stalking though the house, Dafne realized she’d grown even taller. There’d be time to think about that later, right now a potential threat was at the door.

Reaching the front room, she grabbed the steel pipe sitting by the door and peeped out.

A smile on dark lips, she knew who it was…

The woman raised her fist and began to pound the door again.

Flinging the door open, Dafne first grabbed Maria by the wrist then dropped the pipe in order to free her other hand to clasp her by the throat.

“Keep struggling” Dafne warned, “and I’ll crush your neck.

Standing in the living room, Jace watched in awe as a much taller Dafne effortlessly raised the woman up off the ground by her throat. “Maria?” he quirked his head to one side.

“You woke me up.” Dafne said flat, deciding to let go of the woman’s wrist. The reaction was predictable, Maria flailed wildly legs kicking out, hands clawing at the outstretched arm, then the hand around her throat.
Dafne increased the pressure, “You don’t listen well.”

Wisely, Maria stopped struggling.

One handed, Dafne threw this rude woman out into the front yard, where she stumbled and fell flat on her back.

“Go away.”

“Maria stood. “You tell Jace that Hayden won’t be asking my family to sew any more clothes for you! He’s got to outfit me!”

“Aww, baby!” Dafne looked back at Jace for a moment. “You got me clothes?”

“Yeah I—” A spooked Jace pointed quick.

Without missing a beat, Dafne backhanded Maria hard sending the woman tumbling.

“Tired of me answering the door naked?” Dafne looked at Jace and pouted.

Jace blushed adorably, “well, um… I—” He pointed again.

Dafne backhanded Maria again. The woman tried desperately to stay on her feet, stumbling and bumbling backward before landing falling down on the lawn again.

“I’m a hellava lot meaner than you.” Dafne warned again. “Go away Maria before I decide to hurt you.”

“You’re a bitch Dafne!” A six foot Maria got to her feet and spat out blood.

“Thank you.” Dafne smiled sickly sweet. “Far as I know I’m the biggest bitch in this town.”

“No more clothes, Jace!” Maria yelled before walking to her car.

Shutting the door, Dafne walked over to him. Little guy took her by the hand, he leading and she allowing herself to be led to the kitchen sink. There he washed her large hands to get the little bit of Maria's blood off.

“I didn’t think she’d get mad at me just asking for some clothes.” It was more than a bit unnerving to see how easily Dafne could become violent.

“She’s just pissed that you asked Hayden to get me some clothes. He and I have a history which Maria hates.”

“Jealous?”

“Yep,” Dafne ruffled his hair with one hand, “With good reason, I’m way better that her, Hayden traded me in for the base model.”

Behind his head, her stomach growled ominously. A low lingering rumble which was quite loud in the silence. He was glad breakfast was ready.

“Smells so good…” she bent far over to give him a peck on the cheek.

“First…”Dafne walked over to take a peek in the box and laughed seeing a pair of larger panties made by sewing parts of two pairs together. “Whatever works.” She slipped them on, then donned a multicolored cotton tee made much the same way.

Her tummy growled again.

Jace moved to set the platter filled with food before her. She immediately dug in while he served her a cup of coffee. Sitting himself, he began to eat. Wasn’t much by way of conversation after that.

“I feel like such a pig.”

“Why?” He asked taking a sip of coffee.

“I think I ate enough to feed a family of four and you had exactly one egg, one piece of sausage, and one piece of toast. What’s worse, it took you as long to eat that as it did me to plow through my plate.”

“You’re bigger than me.”

“You got that right, and getting bigger.” Dafne stood, grabbing his and her plate she walked into the kitchen.
Jace got up to help.

“Nah,” she waved him off. “Cook doesn’t clean. Hey, get that tape measure again would you? I wana see how tall I am now.”

**

“Bout…” Jace looked down to see if the end of the tape measure was on the ground. “Bout, Seven feet ah… six inches.”

“Damn…” she muttered as he got down from his little step stool. “Few more inches and I’ll be knocking my head on the ceiling.”

Jace was used to being short, but next to Dafne he was beginning to feel downright tiny His eye line was now at her belly button.

“C’mon…” She guided him into the den. After folding up their makeshift bed, Dafne situated herself on the floor, back against a couch. Widening her legs a bit, she crooked a finger at Jace who cuddled in, leaning against her. Slowly her arms slid over his shoulders, large hands pulling him closer.

For quite a time, she watched as he touched her larger hands with his own, comparing himself to her by extending his own small hand to hers. He was still in those cute little boxers, the bruising from the beating he’d gotten still very visible.

His head drooped to rest against her left arm, she knowing he was fighting to stay awake.

“What time you get up this morning?”

He licked his lips, “Ah, 7:30… market opens at 9:30 Eastern. Had to move some cash around.

“You turned down cuddling with me for the stock market?” she whispered in his ear. “Better have been worth it.” She growled playfully.

“Would rather have stayed with you, but…” He just couldn’t stay awake! Full from breakfast, and Dafne was so, so, very warm. “I had to get loads done…I…I did alright in the market though.” He fell into sleep.

She held him a moment, just enjoying the contact.

Eyeing the laptop still sitting on the couch, curiosity got the better of her.

Reaching over opened the laptop, turning it on. While it booted up, she grabbed the remote and flipped on the news.

Having remembered his passwords, she plugged them in.

“Fuck…” she whispered in awe, while looking at the numbers from his trades. “If this is alright by your standard, I wonder what constitutes good?

Having a degree in finance, Dafne could also pick up on how he was transferring assets to hard currency like gold. Jace was preparing for something…

After an hour nap, he stirred.

Dafne didn’t hide the fact that she was reviewing his accounts. Jace didn’t utter a word, just shitted a bit, hands moving round her free arm as he watched her click though various balance sheets.

“Six Billion Jace…” she finally rasped. “You are worth six fucking billion.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

Dafne laughed.

“I could lose it.”
She knew what he was referring to, the ideas of the new President. While a part of her was very proud to see a woman become President, Dafne wasn’t proud of what was being proposed. Men’s rights were about to be stripped away in the name of protection.

“You worked too hard to have that happen.” Dafne moved the little laptop off her thigh and set it on the couch. “You’ve helped me so much Jace…I…” she swallowed hard. “I wana help you.”

“A partnership?” He hugged her arm tight, and then kissed the back of her hand. “Or… well…” he sighed, the way things are going, it could be all yours.”

“No, I know this rings hollow, as everyone wants to grab as much cash as they can, I’m not after your money Jace. I’ve been rich and I’ve been broke especially after Myles took me to the cleaners. Now, if I had a choice being rich is the better of the two…”

Jace laughed.

“But…” Dafne continued. “I work for what I have. I don’t want to rely on anyone. That’s why I was so damned mad when I lost my job.”

“Because you had to rely on me?”

“Yes.” Dafne rested her chin on the top of his head.

“I rely on you, in this new world, you keep me safe.”

“I do so because I’m in love with you, not because I want your money. The worst part of it is, the bigger I get, the more I’m forced to rely on you.”

“Nah…I don’t think—”

“I need more food, I need bigger clothes, at the rate I’m going I may no longer fit in this house, then what?”

Jace thought this was as good a time as any to being the subject up… “Dafne, I have a place in the Virgin Islands.”

She chuckled. “A place? You pretty much bought up one island. You are a sweet heart of a man Jace, except in business, there you are ruthless.”

“Yeah…” he conceded, “have to be.”

“So, what about this place?” she prodded after a long silence.

“Dafne, let’s go, let’s get out of here and live in St. Thomas. I’ve got contractors working on the house, making it fit your scale, I’ll make it as big as need be to ensure your comfort.”

“So… let me roll over the options here… Stay in Podunk, New Mexico or go live on a beautiful Caribbean Island. Difficult choice,” she added with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

“Then you’ll go?”

“I’d go to Antarctica if you wished it, but the Caribbean does sound better.”

“Warmer for sure.” He laughed.

“Jace?” she asked soft.

“Yes?” He replied while snuggling closer to her.

“Marry me?”

He was rushing things…

That’s the advice his father gave him. That and right now as far as women were concerned it was a buyers’ market.

The advice was cold, rude even, but true.

More and more shows on the T.V were devoted to women looking for a guy to date - any guy to date. There was such an extreme scarcity of men round the world it was causing a shift in societal patterns. Men were no longer pursuers of relationships, women were taking on that role.

His father also wondered why a 30-something fella such as Jace would want an, as his dad termed it, older model.

Now that was rude. Jace had no bones about upbraiding his father for suggesting such a thing.

He was going to marry Dafne.

Realizing that arguing the matter further would be pointless his father to acquiesce and wish Jace well. However, he had to stay put in Florida, too dangerous to travel.

While it hurt, knowing his dad wouldn’t be there, Jace could empathize. The airlines weren’t flying and it was a long dangerous drive from Florida to New Mexico.

Dafne was in the Master bedroom talking with her own family. By the sound of it, things weren’t going well.

The scroll on the television news gave Jace cause to smile. The President had proposed legal restrictions on men. Men were responding, not by organizing some mass protest, but by simply walking off the job. Skilled trades such as carpenters, plumbers, masons, tile setters, electricians, automotive technicians were most acutely hit. Suddenly, employers found themselves with a massive shortage of skilled labor. Moreover, trade schools were cancelling classes as instructors walked out en masse.

Men using the economic concept of a shortage to their full advantage.

This was great news to Jace, being that he was in need of skilled workers to rebuild and enhance company holdings, not only in the United States, but also in the Virgin Islands. Eventually these guys would need a paycheck.

Judging by the statements on the news, various men talking about how women had a superiority complex, Jace felt these guys would love to work for him. If he played it right, soon he could have experts in power systems, sanitation systems, among other specialties. This was a grand opportunity to makeover the Virgin Islands and perhaps other islands of the Caribbean.

Growing women needed larger facilities and there was money to be made by providing them.

He’d already put out recruitment ads… Online interviews would be best. Those that were hired would be off to work straightaway.

In another area, private life, men were in full rebellion as well. Many deciding to walk away from a wife who refused joint ownership of property, or thought curtailing men’s rights was for the best. Men were in such short supply, that the threat of walking out on a wife or even a girlfriend was enough to cause her to have a change of heart.

A buyers’ market as his father said…

The women running for Congress were beginning to backtrack on previously held positions. Though women outnumbered men and were physically bigger and stronger, the fellas still held solid bargaining chips.

The President however was not moderating her positions. Threatening to use Executive Orders to force change.

A pity… thought Jace.

“They aren’t coming.”

He looked to the door to see Dafne crouching down to squeeze into the office.

“You gathered that, huh?” she saw his expression.

“It is difficult to travel.”

“Yeah…” she said while gazing out the window. “I don’t think my dad is handling the changes very well.”

“Oh?” Jace sat back in his chair.

“Well, mom passed years ago and he’s gotten a big crotchety, living alone in a retirement village. Lots of his buddies died and, well…” her shoulders slumped. “Dad doesn’t feel safe going out anymore.”

“Is he alright? Does he have food?” Jace sat up not concerned.

“Always ready to help Jace.” Dafne leaned way over, draping her arms over his shoulders as he sat as his desk.
“He’s fine, my older sister is looking out for him.”

For a moment she turned her attentions to the trades on the computer screen. “Whatcha doing?”

“I’ve been seeing women on these shows piecing outfits together because they keep growing. Decided to invest in a few start up opportunities.”

“Always thinking ahead, I like that about you.” She kissed his cheek.

“Jace?” she breathed in his ear.

“Yes?”

“What kind of wedding do you want? I mean, this is your first time.”

“And last.” He touched her hands with his own. “I… I honestly didn’t—”

“Think about it?” Dafne chuckled. “Guys usually don’t. Rent a black tux and you’re good.”

She straightened, her back loudly popping as she did so. “One thing about being so dang tall, I’m always hunched over.

“C’mon.” Jace logged out of the computer. “How bout I fix you a bit of lunch?”

Right on cue, her stomach growled.

“How does soup, and a few sandwiches sound?”

“Wonderful!” Dafne ducked back though the door, then carefully navigated down the hallway.
Jace moved to follow, watching as she absently tugged at her multicolored panties. The tee she wore was also multicolored, having been pieced together from several shirts.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Um…” he looked up at her, losing his train of thought… Dafne had no bra on, as none could possibly fit her. Nor did Jace think she required one, her breasts defied gravity. Her nipples alone…

“See something you like?” she asked while moving hands up to pull her long burgundy hair back into a pony tail.

He blushed mightily, deciding to stare straight ahead at her exposed belly button.

“How…” his voice cracked. “How about making some lemonade?”

“All right.” She smiled. Jace was funny little fellow. Her cooking skills were flat out atrocious so he had her do simple jobs. like slicing some lemons and juicing them.

She had to admit though, he was slowly improving her ability. Any moment now he’d ask her to…

“You think, after you’re done, you could cut up these basil leaves while I do the onion?”

“Of course.” Dafne smiled again thinking of the time he was so adorably cute when showing her the… proper…way to use kitchen knives. “Soooooo…. The wedding Jace?” she prodded. “Looks like it’s gonna be just you and me.”

“Simple.” He replied.

“Simple?” Dafne moved to fill the pitcher with six cups of water, then poured the fresh lemon juice while slowly adding a cup of sugar. One thing about being bigger, it was a bit fiddly to handle things like utensils, or plates… everything was small.

And getting smaller…

“Yeah, you know. We just go down to the county clerk’s office and say I do.”

“Excellent idea.” She moved to chop the basil leaves up. “Be pretty difficult for me to find a white dress these days, let alone a white dress I can fit into. Wait…” she paused her work in slicing up the basil. “What’s the etiquette on wearing a white dress for a second wedding?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

Dafne began slicing again… “Doesn’t matter really. Guess my main concern should be finding anything that fits.”

Jace nodded.

“Despite my size, I wana look decent.”

“You always look amazing.” He said soft.

“Thanks Jace.”

**

It was nice to be out and about.

Generally, guys didn’t like to shop with their girlfriend or wife.

Normally, Jace would have fallen into that category, but after being cooped up in the house he found he enjoyed the change in scenery.

He watched giant shoppers pick though tiny clothing racks with very little in the way of outfits. Like everything else, choice was limited.

He was seated in a chair among a long row of chairs. Obviously meant for boyfriends and husbands to sit in while they waited.

Except all the chairs were empty, he was the only fella in the place.

Moments like this drove home the extent of the tragedy. So many dead…

“Hey there, sweetie.”

The female voice yanked him back to the present moment.

He looked over at a tanned thigh, then quickly up and into the deep blue eyes of a huge blond woman.

“What’s a cute little thing like yourself doing here all alone?”

“I’m… I’m not alone, I’m ah, waiting for,” the thought hit him Dafne was his… “My fiancée.” Jace finished.

“Fiancée?” The tall woman laughed. “I just see you here.”

“She’s in the changing room at the moment.”

“Sure she is,” The big woman tsked, “Now don’t you know it’s not nice to lie?”

“I’m not—”

“I don’t really care if you are or not. Even if you do have a…fiancée… I’m probably bigger than she is anyway, she can’t save you little guy.”

I wouldn’t bet on it. Thought Jace while watching as she ran her hands down her tall body.

“What I need from you for won’t take long. You see, my husband and I were trying to have a baby. He died before I could conceive.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Jace felt he knew where this conversation was going and didn’t like it. When he attempted to stand, one big hand landed on his shoulder forcing him back in the chair.

“I still want a baby.” She said low. “Granted, you’re not my type, or what used to be my type. You know, tall, dark, and handsome? You’re short, but that can be forgiven as I’m taller than every guy. Too darn thin for my taste, but…” she scrutinized him for a long moment, “Handsome enough to make a decent looking kid.”

“Lady, I happen to be spoken for.” Jace tried to rise again, but her hand on his shoulder held him firmly in place. Her grip was so tight he could feel the pressure of her fingers right on his shoulder.

“Don’t care. I want a baby and you’re gonna give me the juice to make one. Now come along...Ouch!”

Jace kicked her as hard as he could, right in the shin. He felt really awful doing it, guy were weren’t supposed to…

“Oh you’ve done it, you little…” her hand left his shoulder briefly as she moved to rub her leg. It gave him the chance. He ran.

“Come back here!” she bellowed.

The big blond chased him.

What struck him was how indifferent the rest of the women were. They just… just didn’t care about what was happening!

She was gaining… of course she was, as long as her legs were.

As rude as it was, there was only one sure place he could go to find safety.

**

Dafne was unimpressed.

Few things fit her. Right now she was wearing a huge pair of bright pink yoga pants and a grey halter top that exposed her shoulders and midriff.

“Fuck…” she sighed… “I’m just too big.”

Looking back, she wished the sundress hanging on the hook would have fit.
It wasn’t all bad, she did find some tops and sweats that fit along with some granny style panties…yuck. But, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

She’d found some shoes and socks. Men’s sizes worked still. Nice pair of tennis, some sandals. They’d have to do. The price of these clothes was sky high, the store was really gouging people who needed clothing.
She turned round and standing in the stall with her was…

“Jace?” Dafne smiled quizzically, “You know this is the ladies---”

“I’m gonna find you, come out and make it easy on yourself!”

Dafne quirked an eyebrow.

She stepped out of the stall.

“Problem?”

The blond woman looked up at her wide eyed. “No.”

Dafne watched the woman back away. Looking back at Jace, her heart broke once more.

He was terrified…

**

“I can’t believe we went through all that trouble for nothing. I mean we got clothes, which you paid a ton for by the way. We make it to the courthouse. I squeeze into that tiny elevator, we get to the fourth floor and…. The office is closed.”

Silence…

Dafne looked over a Jace. He was staring out the window of the pickup. The Ford was the only vehicle she could now fit in, the Cadillac was a bit too tight.

What happened at the store had really shaken him.

Were she to be flippant, she’d tell him that what he’d faced, women had faced since the beginning of time.
Saying such would not help and would only serve to make things worse.

Actually, she was furious. Furious about what had happened to Jace. Furious about the fact that other women in the store did nothing to help. Nothing! And, she was furious at the perpetrator of the crime, that blond bitch.

She should have bashed her skull in!

“Hey buddy….” Pulling the truck into his driveway, she reached over and touched his leg, feeling sad when he jerked at her touch.

Soon as she put the pickup in park, he had gotten out, dutifully getting all the clothes he’d bought her. Next he was unlocking the door and was inside by the time Dafne had unfolded herself from the truck seat.

Closing the front door she looked round the silent house.

“Jace?”

“Back here.”

Walking down the hallway she was a bit surprised to find him on hands and knees digging though the contents of a safe buried in the foundation of the house.

“Jace what are you…?”

He stood up. “This belonged to my mom,” he held out a ring, which she took.

“It’s gorgeous.” She whispered in awe.

“Every anniversary, dad added a stone to her ring, 46 of them in all.”

“That’s so romantic…”

“I want you to have it.”

A tear went down her cheek.

“Like a dummy, I leave it behind when I go off to marry you.” He chuckled wanly.

“I wish I could wear it.” The ring was too small to fit on even her pinky finger.

“Though of that.” He gestured and she handed the ring back, watching as he slid it onto a long gold chain.
She bent low at the waist, allowing him to clasp the chain round her neck.

“Not the best of solutions, but it works.”

She rose up to her full height, fingering the ring and the chain round her neck.

“I don’t need a clerk to pronounce us married. I love you, Dafne.”

“I love you, Jace.”

“Then I say we are married. You agree?”

“I do.” Bending low again she kissed him, mindful of the tenderness of his lip. The stiches had just come out.

“Now Jace…” she breathed into one cute little ear. “I think it’s high time we consummated our new minted marriage…”

**

Jace did the only thing possible in the situation. He held on.

Dafne was above him, her huge and very strong body, pressing against him fully. Her equally powerful sex had clamped down hard on his cock the moment she’d guided him within her.

“Fuck!” she bellowed, as orgasm racked her body.

He wrapped his hands round her biceps, feeling the muscles underneath that taut skin spasm.

The whole of her body was convulsing, muscles standing out in stark relief.

Then…

Those muscles swelled bigger right before his eyes!

Dafne let out a heavy groan… gasping for breath as her body swelled.

She was growing! He could physically see her getting larger!

He was buried beneath her as she collapsed atop him.

For long moments she attempted to catch her breath. Breasts, each bigger than his head pressing against him.

“Oh! Sorry!” She raised up on her elbows, hunching her back be able to kiss him.

“Damn…” she breathed when the kiss broke. “The moment you slipped in me, I climaxed. Never, ever has that happened to me. It…it was incredible!

Rising up a bit more she looked down at herself, “I got you all wet. Never squirted before either, felt… different…but really fucking good.

“You got bigger just now.”

“Yeah…” she said dejectedly while dragging one hand though long burgundy hair. “I felt that too… I’m already bigger than practically everyone, I really don’t wish to be bigger.

“You’re beautiful.” He said, voice so low she barely heard it.

“Thank you…” she pecked him on the lips, “You don’t mind your wife being just a tad taller?”

“In for a penny in for a pound as they say.”

Dafne laughed. “Now… I want you to cum in me lover…”

“I…um…”

“What baby?” She asked while gently sliding her hands behind his head.

“Never mind…”

“Its okay.” She soothed. “tell me.”

“Well, you know I never actually…um.”

“You mean to tell me you’ve never been with a girl?” Dafne was amazed.

“Well I’ve been with girls, just not going all, the um… you know, all the way.”

“Why not?”

“Just didn’t feel right…I… I can’t explain it.”

“And, it feels… right… with me?” She moved her hips against him.

“Yes… he gasped.

“Good…”

Wrapping his arms round her as far as possible, Jace could feel the muscles in her back undulate as she moved against him. He kissed her bicep, then her neck, loving how she surrounded him fully.

Rays from the setting sun streamed in through the windows, casting beautiful patterns on her skin.

“Yes…” she breathed, feeling his cock reaching its zenith within her. Shifting a bit, she allowed her breasts to hang teasingly over him for a moment. Not too long though, as her nipples ached for him to…

Her moan filled his ears as he teased one huge nipple with the very tip of his tongue.

She could feel another orgasm building within… Had to try and control it. Dafne wanted to orgasm with him.

She knew he was close, feeling his body tensing, hearing the raggedness of his breathing.

“Dafne…I…”

“I’ve got you…” she pulled his small body to her.

A little shudder went through him as he climaxed in her.

A huge quake shook him as Dafne climaxed in another flood.

He shivered… feeling weak after so powerful an orgasm.

“I’ve got you.” She whispered soft in his ear.

Jace was on his side, his head resting on her tummy.

Idly, he used one finger, tracing along the contours of her abs. Slowly climbing the ridges of muscle, then tracking down into the small valley between each. He watched the long hilly plain of her abs, undulate slightly with every breath she took. Within, he could hear her stomach, gurgling mightily as it digested a mammoth breakfast. Dafne had easily downed 15 eggs, 12 pieces of heavily buttered toast, 8 sausage links, 10 sausage patties, a bowl of oatmeal, 8 syrup laden pancakes, and a full pot of coffee. Oh… and 7 bananas.

Jace smiled. A growing girl has to eat after all and Dafne had grown to Eight feet, four inches tall. So tall now, that she had to slouch when standing. Either that or the top of her head would impact the sheet rock of the ceiling in the main house.

It was time to move.

She had to have a place in which she could fit. That place was in the Virgin Islands.

He just had to make arrangements for them to get there. No easy task given the societal upheaval.

With a sigh, he began to sit up only to have her hand press gently against the side of his head.

“I know you Jace,” she rumbled low. “You’ve been sitting there thinking of stuff to do.”

“Well I---”

“It’s 6:30 in the morning Jace, it can wait.” He felt her take a deep breath. “Just stay, a bit longer, huh?”

“Okay.” Actually he was glad to do so. When they’d made love, he’d actually orgasmed longer and with more volume than he had ever done before. Partly he chalked it up to the moment. Making love to Dafne was… incredible. Still he felt uncharacteristically weak afterward, as if his body put every ounce of energy into the climax.

Dafne chuckled, amused by his quick agreement. “Good… I…”

With his ear pressed against her tummy, he heard her stomach squelch, then let out a high pitch burbling whine. In the next moment, Dafne let out a belch that would send shivers of awe through any beer swilling man. It was loud, it was dominant, and it was a testament to the mammoth breakfast she’d had.

“Damn!” She took a deep breath.

Another whine from her tummy, a spasm of muscles in her abs, and another throaty belch left her lips.

Jace laughed.

“Hey, not funny!” Dafne hiccuped hard, jolting him.

“It’s kinda funny.” Jace slid one hand over the vast stretch of her abs. Gently, he used that same hand to pat the area round her belly button.

“I can’t help it if I get so hungry. I’m gonna eat us out of house and—”

“No you aren’t.” he said firm. “Don’t be feeling bad for eating, you are growing and growing girls hafta eat.”

“But with every inch I grow, I eat more and more it’s not sustainable if you think about all the women across the world growing, I mean… That’s so much more food.”

Her words gave him pause, maybe he should invest in food production, maybe buy up some foreclosed farms?

“There is one woman I care about, and that woman is you, Dafne. I want you to eat as much as you need and not worry. We will make it just fine.”

“Okay…” she sounded unsure.

“I mean it Dafne. You mustn’t starve yourself.” He fell silent a moment. “Do it for me then, I need you to be bigger.”

“Bigger?!”

“Yes.” Jace ran his hand over her tummy once more. “In these uncertain times, you’ve become my protector and as my protector you gotta handle any threat that comes our way. To do that, I want you to grow as big as possible. That means you gotta give your body the fuel it needs.”

“Okay.” This time the tone of her voice was more confident. “I’m gonna protect you, because I love you, but you gotta let me. No more charging off on your own.”

“Deal.”

In the silence, both continued to watch the muted television. Dafne found it funny that Jace muted the T.V. and just had the captions on. He hated the squawking, as he termed it, between the news anchors and guests.
Around the world, there were marked differences beginning to appear in the height of women. Some countries had maxed out at an average of six feet, in others women were on average around seven feet. In still other countries, women were still growing taller.

Jace just might get his wish to see her be the biggest, not many women were over 8 feet as far as Dafne could observe from the graphs shown on T.V.

Images on the screen showed women fighting with each other, over clothes, over… well, over pretty much everything to include men. One clip showed two women fighting over a fella, he being powerless to stop them. Another showed a huge woman weeping as she complained about no longer fitting in her smart car. After a thousand commercials, the news topic changed to buildings and apartments being too small for taller women. The last before Dafne switched off the T.V. was a clip of a free for all within a grocery store. Women fighting over food.

“Shit…” she groaned. “We need food, looks like I’d better get ready for a fight.”

“Hmmmm…”

“Jace?”

“Yes?”

“The properties your company owns, looks like women are getting too big to fit.”

“I’ve got crews out studying the problem, figuring ways to raise ceilings, or even remove floors in the hotel properties.”

“Always thinking ahead.”

He felt her fingers begin to meander through his hair.

“On St. Thomas, I’m having the ceilings in our home raised to 40 feet.”

“Damn! You think I’ll get that big?!”

“Dunno, but I want to be ready. I’ve got larger furnishings on order, and have orders for even larger items should it be necessary.”

“I’m lucky to have you, Jace.”

She felt him pad her tummy by way of reply.

“Strikes me… right now I’m finding it harder and harder to fit in your world. When we move to St. Thomas, If I get as tall as forty feet, I may need to help you fit in mine.”

“I trust you’ll… help… me?”

“Always.”

“Food…”

“Huh?”

“Sorry.” Jace laughed. “The thought just hit me, I think food is the key. If you look at those countries where growth for women has slowed, the key factor was lack of food.”

“And?”

“All the more reason food is the priority for you. You eat well and you’ll continue to grow. That’s the key to sustaining your growth.”

“You sure are fixated on this.”

“As you say, times have changed. We can overcome any challenge as long as we are prepared to meet it.”

“And we meet it by me playing the heavy.”

“So it would seem.”

“Well I’ve said before, I’m a scrapper and can throw a good punch, but I’ve never gone looking for a fight. Guess one benefit of me growing taller than everyone is the fact that people will think twice about messing with me.”

“True…” Jace patted her tummy again.

A sigh left her lips as he slid his hand over her tummy.

“Yes…” she encouraged at feeling his hand dip lower.

Playfully, he lifted the edge of her too tight panties and allowed the waist band to pop back into place.

Her arms moved, hands sliding past him, thumbs hooking into those same panties.

She abruptly halted, her briefs now hugging strong thighs

“Jace?”

“Yes?”

“Do you find me attractive?”

“Huh!?” The question was so left field he had to raise his head and look her in the eye to make sure she wasn’t joshing or something.

He watched as she licked her lips nervously.

“It’s just… What I mean is, aside from getting taller, I keep getting stronger. My muscles are getting so large. I feel… Well, I feel like a huge ogre. My body’s changing so much and I don’t feel very feminine. I was always tall, always was strong, but now with the growth I…”

“You’re beautiful.” Turning his head slightly he touched his lips to her tummy.

“You really think so?”

“I really think so.”

She physically relaxed around him, his words clearly soothing her doubts.
As his fingers slid over her sex, the panties she wore were hastily kicked off.

“Explore me…” she cooed.

He happily did so, fingers finding, then tongue touching her huge clitoris. Her aroma was musky, her taste, electric. He reveled in bringing her powerful body to orgasm. Sliding fingers within as deep as he could manage, Jace glanced up to see one of her large hands moving to rest on a hip. He loved it! finding the action to be both sexy and dominant.

Her breathing became ragged as she neared release.

Huge breasts rose and fell with her every breath.

The muscles of her abs bulged out in stark relief as the first blast of liquid erupted from her.

“Uh!” she groaned.

Another blast… her hips rocked hard.

“Uh!”

A third blast.

He didn’t stop, continuing to pleasure her.

“Fuck!”

She squirted again… then again.

“Wait! Wait!” she huffed… hands moving to grasp him by the shoulders. “Let me catch my—” Another huge belch from Dafne caused him to laugh.

In the next moment he was on his back, she pinning him down.

“You find something funny my little love?”

As her tongue teased the tip of his cock, Jace suddenly felt quite inadequate.

“What’s wrong?”

Dafne was quite perceptive.

“Nothing.” He tried to sluff it off.

“Jace…” she growled.

“Well…I’m not.” He blushed with embarrassment. “Not all that, big…”

“Men and size.” She laughed. “I don’t give two shits about the proportion of your package. You got the equipment I want and after some testing, I’ve found it works amazingly well.”

His response took the form of a moan as she engulfed him.

When he came, his whole body shuddered as a seemingly never ending orgasm hit.

“I’ve got you.”

He felt her arms slide round him, her big body warming him, cashing the shivers away.

“You taste good, baby.” She nuzzled him like some lioness protecting her cub.

Jace snugged in closer, feeling so terribly weakened.

“Mmmm, baby…” she breathed in his ear, “You sure know how to please a girl.” The chuckle which followed was so sexy that he shivered again.

“This whole squirting thing I’m doing is fun.”

Siding arms round her, he gave her a hug.

“It’s kinda becoming a turn on for me.” Dafne continued. “And… if I keep getting bigger, so should the volume of my release.”

He kissed her shoulder.

“Hmmm…” I wonder?” she peck his lips. “What would my climax be like at forty feet?”

His eyes popped open as he considered that.

Seeing his expression, Dafne smiled mischievously.

**

He watched the numbers climb on the register. They still had a copious stash of ready to eat meals, but Jace felt it better to have fresh food in the house. The ticker continued upward as a series of high protein foods passed over the scanner. Dafne had been an athlete at the college level, she knew which foods would be best to continue her growth. Sure, there was lean beef and chicken, but also lentils, plenty of veggies, and items like Greek yogurt.

In some areas of the country, like Ruidoso, rationing had been lifted as the food supply train got back on track.

Didn’t mean the food came cheap. So far the total was at $3,000 and climbing. He looked about at the other shoppers then up at the cashier, none of the looks he got back were kind. These women coveted the food he was getting.

Looking downward, he made a mental note to check on the food supplies in St. Thomas. Maybe send a few freighters to restock the island. Be a two-fer as he’d hired loads of new workers. They could ride on the ships. Course he’d need to contact…

“You don’t need all this!”

Jolted out of his thoughts, he looked over, then up into the face of the one grumpy looking seven foot woman.

To say the woman was unpreposessing would be charitable.

“This.” The woman gestured to the pile of food. “Is more than you’re fair share.”

“Define fair?” asked Jace, dearly hoping that Dafne would get back quick. She’d gone back to get some butter and…

“Fair is those of us who need more food being able to get it!”

“I see.” He eyed her enormous gut for a moment, clearly she was getting on alright in these tough times.

“Problem?”

Jace relaxed. Saved by Dafne.

The homely woman looked up.

“Yeah!” There was unease in her voice now being confronted by a very strong 8’6” Dafne. “You’re taking too much!”

“Tough shit.”

Dafne’s curt yet eloquent rebuttal, raised the hackles in the woman.

Jace moved to pay, quickly pulling cash out of his wallet.

“It’s not fair that you—”

“There is no such thing.” Dafne said low while stepping into the woman’s personal space. “We paid, the food is ours.”

“Okay, we’re all ready.” Jace patted Dafne on the arm.

“Of course sweetie.”

Jace watched as his wife bumped the woman hard as she walked past sending her stumbling. He also noted the other female shoppers quickly found something else to look at. Anything else, but a pissed off Dafne.

**

“How long did that walking hag, bother you?”

Jace looked into the mirror his eyes meeting those of a very angry Dafne. He’d actually taken the front seat out of the Ford so she could better fit.

“Just a few minutes.”

“I should have punched her. Damn Jace, right now I just wana get away.” She looked out the window of the crew cab as they drove along. “Stupid ass town… Stupid ass fucking people.”

“Let's take a boat to Bermuda…” Jace sang. “Let's take a plane to Saint Paul.”

Dafne looked back at him stunned.

“Let's grab a kayak to Quincy or Nyack, Let's get away from it all.”

“Why Jace, you little charmer you! I didn’t know you could sing.” Dafne leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Her bad mood dissolving away.

“Let's leave our hut, dear,” he continued. “Get out of our rut, dear. Let's get away from it all”

“You trying to tell me that we should—?”

“I think it’s time we got on a boat to St. Thomas.

“Hell yeah!” she hugged him from behind.

It was far slower going than Jace expected.

From all appearances, it looked as if the rosy picture painted by those in Washington wasn’t entirely true.
The road had been fine heading to Roswell and even all the way to Tatum. When they hit Texas travel slowed.

Cars littered the road, many appearing to have been ransacked. What had happened to their owners, unknown. Jace had to slow, weaving the truck though different lanes to keep moving. The small towns dotted the route looked to be completely abandoned.

He was glad Dafne suggested he rent a trailer in Ruidoso, inside was food, fuel, tools, water, and a few personal items. A grandfather clock gifted to his mother by his dad, a mantle clock from Germany given to his parents as a wedding gift, the silver set his mom loved. The rest of the contents would be included in the sale of the property. After one last look at the back garden he loved so, they both piled into the truck and were off.

Dafne had grown so tall that Jace decided the back seat in the crew cab was more of a hindrance than a help. Removing it allowed her to stretch out just that little bit more. Her legs were beside him, where the front passenger seat was once located. The rest of her scrunched in to the back area of the cab.
As they neared Sweetwater, Texas Jace knew he’d have to stop soon. It was a ten hour drive to Houston in the best of circumstances, their pace was so slow that even though they’d started out early, now the sun was beginning to set.

No hotels open…

No restaurants open…

No stores open…

“Looks deserted.” Dafne said from behind, referring to the town of Sweetwater, Texas.

“It does,” Jace thought for moment, “perhaps till the sun sets anyway.”

He slowed the truck. “Seems that KOA Campground is open.”

“Complete with armed guards.” Dafne glanced down at the pistol sitting near. “We haven’t much choice in accommodations is seems. I knew the flu outbreak was bad, but seeing the impact like this is… well, it’s awful.”

Jace could only nod, wondering just how many of the engineers he’d hired had made it to the Virgin Islands. Travel was supremely dangerous. He was glad to have Dafne near as a protector, though his pride was loathe to admit it.

Guiding the pickup into the entrance drive of the campground Jace came to a stop while simultaneously lowering the window.

“Yeah?” the gun toting man at the entrance asked.

“Place to stay for the night?” Jace put the truck into park.

“You got coin?” The haggard looking man stepped nearer. “I don’t take credit. Your plastic is worthless.”

The truck swayed as Dafne moved a bit.

“I’ve got cash.” Jace put on a disarming smile.

“Good, $300 a night.”

“What?!” Dafne barked.

“You heard me lady.” The fella shifted on his feet. “He can stay, you can’t.”

“What?!” Jace scowled, “She’s my wife!”

“So?” The old guy smirked. “Women have gone crazy! Rampaging round town looking for food, for clothes, for cash they’ll rob you blind. This campground is a haven for us men. These…” he lifted the rifle slightly, “Keep women away from us. Damned if I’m gonna let one of these giants in.”

“Would $400 change your mind?”

“No,” the man scratched his shaggy grey beard. “But you are moving in the right direction.”

“How about $500?”

“Make it six and you’ve got a deal, provided this… thing… stays well away from us men.”

“I’m a thing now?” Dafne said after Jace had paid the man and they’d found a relatively secluded place to park.

“Not to me.” Jace patted her leg while gliding the truck back into a spot.

“Least they’ve got a bathroom and showers.” Dafne sighed. “Don’t know how I’m gonna fit in em at nine feet tall. Barely can squeeze into the truck. I get any taller I’ll have to ride in the back bed.”

“You’ll only need to bear it for a bit longer.” Jace patted her knee as they sat in the truck. “Soon you’ll be in a world that fits you better.”

He held on as Dafne scooted round, contorting herself in order to squeeze out of the truck. As with her size, her weight was also increasing. She was mortified at finding she weighted some 300 plus pounds. Jace had to remind her that she was height weight proportionate.

“Fuck.” She growled at hearing a side seam on her tee split open.

Rising to her full height, Dafne groaned with pleasure as she stretched. Looking round, she noted the wide-eyed expressions of the men in the campground. She guessed they’d never seen another woman as tall as she was.

Good.

Hopefully, it would deter them from trying anything stupid.

“Jace, I really need a shower.” She walked to the back bed of the truck and unhooked part of the tarp to gain access to her bag filled with toiletries.

“Okay, I’ll ah…” he stopped and smiled at Dafne. She was looking downward, hands moving to hips as her tummy grumbled loudly.

“How bout I get some dinner going.”

“Yeah,” she replied sheepishly. “Thank you. Seems I’m always hungry.”

“Growing girls—”

“Gotta eat,” she finished. “Yeah, yeah… Be back.”

He watched her walk to the showers, the men giving her quite a bit of latitude as she passed.

Stepping to the side of the U-Haul trailer, Jace undid the lock and opened the door. Inside was the meals he needed. The package proudly proclaimed in large font that these meals were Teriyaki Beef, Broccoli, and Rice. Just pour in hot water and serve. He grabbed four of the family packs. Dafne could easily down twelve servings at one sitting. He also grabbed the powder to make protein shakes as he’d make it a habit to have her drink a couple of shakes with every meal.

Now all he required was hot water…

Here Dafne had saved the day, she had an old propane cook top for camping.

Jace was glad for it as he had very little in the way of gear. His family just didn’t go camping or take any type of vacations for that matter.

Setting the whole rig up on the tailgate of the truck, he got the giant metal pot going, filling it with two gallons of water from within the trailer.

Now he just needed to wait for it to heat.

**

“Great. How in the hell am I supposed to take a shower.”

At nine feet tall, the water from the showerheads would hit just below her breasts. That is, if should could have stood fully.

“Least they aren’t cubicles.” She muttered while disrobing then crouching even lower to get into the shower room. Actually it was the width of a hallway with four shower heads on one side. The showers, like everything else in this bathroom was made from concrete. The floors, sinks, walls… all made from cold grey concrete.

Turning on all four shower heads, she contorted herself to get her hair wet. Taking the shampoo bottle to hand, Dafne squeezed out a regular, for her, sized dollop.

Everything was so small…

Jace wanted her big and that was fine, but it also meant dealing with a world that just didn’t fit her anymore. You name it, clothes, cars, rooms…. All small, and getting smaller as she continued to grow.

Washing her long black hair out, she then moved to soap down with some body wash. Every time she bathed it took almost all of the bottle.

Shifting a bit caused her head to hit the ceiling.

“Fuck!” she bellowed while rubbing the back of her head.

Looking down at herself, Dafne sure didn’t feel very feminine. Being an athlete she was always strong from training, but now she was built. Solid muscle and plenty of it. Plus, her boobs had continued to swell bigger.

She’d never had large breasts and, at times, had wondered what it would be like. Now that she had them, Dafne found that most times they got in the way.

Jace sure loved em’ though… She smiled at that thought.

Shutting off the water after a final rinse of soap, the stepped out of the shower and toweled off, being sure to keep well hunched over so her head didn’t hit the ceiling again. After drying off with a too small towel, she wrapped it round her hair as best she could, then moved to dress. Thankfully, Jace had gotten larger clothes for her but the selection was pretty limited. Mostly yoga pants, sweats, and tee’s. He had found her some sandals online that were made from old car tires. The bottoms were real tire tread. Didn’t matter what there were made from, she was just glad to have something to put on her feet.

Another long growl from her tummy caused Dafne to pick up the pace a bit.

She was hungry.

**

Jace was puttering about.

Sitting in the truck bed, she watched him as he put this and that away.

He loved to organize and took doing it so very seriously.

It was adorable.

“I saw you, you know.”

“Hmmm?” Jace climbed up onto the tailgate of the truck, then moved to scoot up next to Dafne. Even with her sitting up and leaning against the cab, her legs went over the tailgate. Jace wanted to push hard tomorrow wanting to reach Houston and get on the ship what would take them to their new home in the Virgin Islands. There Dafne could live comfortably and continue to grow far away from prying eyes.

“Don’t play dumb, I saw you give that man a couple of packets of food.”

“I did.” he scooted closer loving how she put her arm round his shoulders. The breeze was cool and the air smelled of rain. “We’ve got plenty and…

He stopped speaking momentarily when she let out a whopper of a belch. It was so loud that the nearby men who getting ready to bunk down for the night temporarily halted their work and stared.

Dafne belched again, then looked at the men, daring them to say anything.

They went back to work.

“I know.” She whispered into his ear, stopping him from feeling the need to defend his action. “You’re always willing to help. One of the many reasons I love you.”

No response.

Dafne looked down.

He was asleep. Poor guy did have a long day.

A flash of lightening in the distance caused her to let out a weary sigh.

“Hey.” She nudged him gently.

“Jace.” She nudged him a bit more firmly.

“Huh!” He blinked.

“Sorry baby.” Dafne soothed. “Let me get the sleeping bags laid down in the bed.”

“Oh…ummm…” he cleared his throat. “We sleeping in the back bed? I’ve got the-”

“Nah, I don’t feel like setting that big contraption up. Just grab the tarp, would yah?”

“Sure.”

**

Pelts of liquid woke her…

“Of course, rain.” Murmured Dafne acidly.

“Love you…” Jace mumbled in his sleep, causing her to gently chuckle.

He was laying atop her in the truck bed.

She was so big now, her body nearly filled the entire bed of the pickup. Her legs dangling over, feet resting on the trailer bar.

Reaching round, she tucked the black tarp round them slightly, then pulled it right over her head. Ears picking up at the rain drops hit the plastic. Least the damned tarp was long enough to just reach the bottom of her feet.

Looking down she checked on the little guy. He was sleeping peacefully, head laying upon her right breast. Another reminder of just how big she was; her breast was larger than his head. He just had boxers on, his shorts and tee folded up neatly beside her in the bed. Actually they were under her as she’d shifted slightly.
It was really pouring now, she moved to tuck the tarp round them a bit more. For a long time, Dafne just listened enjoying the sound of the rain.

She wanted to fuck.

A sigh… Probably not the best idea in the middle of a campground. That fact did nothing to help her overcharged libido. Ever since the growth began, she’d been increasingly horny.

The feeling of his little hands holding on to her tightly as she released a massive climax… drenching his little body with her…

“Stop it.” She verbalized soft, feeling her nipples become hard.

Clamping her eyes shut, Dafne tried to clear her mind.

In that moment, she heard the noise.

Someone was outside…

She listened closely.

That someone was fiddling with something on the trailer. She had a good guess as to what it was…
Reaching over she grabbed the small pistol.

The moment she slid the tarp down, the would be thief stopped. In the flash of lightening they both clearly saw each other. He taking note of the gun she pointed at him.

It was the man Jace had given food to earlier in the day.

In that moment he had a choice to make.

He backed away.

A wise choice…

Looking down she peeked under the tarp to see Jace sleeping away.

**

“Hot…”

She woke at Jace’s voice. She felt him slide off her and out from under the tarp.

He was right, it was hot.

Dafne pulled the tarp away and sat up in to reveal all her naked glory.

The men fixing their breakfast nearby nearly dropped the frying pan into the fire.

Looking over, she smirked seeing Jace holding out her tee.

“Breakfast?” he asked while pulling on his shorts.

“Yes.” She replied.

He set to work.

Dafne wondered if she should tell him what happened that night.

She decided against it.

“We gonna head out soon?” she slid out of the truck bed, the back springs squeaking as the load they’d been carrying was released.

“Yeah, I was just gonna grab a quick shower.”

“Okay.” She bent far over to give him a peck on the lips. Doing so made Dafne feel as if she had gotten taller. Or perhaps she was just imagining things?

No matter.

She took on breakfast duty as Jace showered. Though her skills in cooking were lacking, mixing evaporated milk with water to pour over cereal was easy enough. Looking round, Dafne found hostile eyes watching her. Whatever was happening in this town between men and women must be bad judging by the hateful looks being given.

“Jace?”

“Hmmmm?” he looked over at her, pausing in spooning out another bite out of the packet filled with a cereal called Strawberry Granola Crunch which neither tasted like strawberries or granola. Jace imagined this might well be what packing foam might taste like, or plain old cardboard.

“Do you think it’s like this in other places? You know, men separating themselves from women entirely?”

“I hope that’s not the case.”

“Why?” Dafne asked before finishing the contents of her fifth pack of cereal.

He didn’t answer immediately, instead watching the men milling about camp. “Look at em’…” he said referring to the men. “Mad at women, mad at the world, just plain full up with hate.”

“They are just being prudent, the fella at the front gate said women had stolen from the men in town.” Dafne found herself in the unlikely position of defending these guys.

“Yeah… I’ll wager lots of those women privately wish they hadn’t acted so. Once trust is destroyed between people it is a long time before it returns. Now those women are alone, and these guys are alone. Sad, because no matter what, we still need each other.”

“Twelve Double Quarter Pounders with cheese?”

“Yes,” Jace leaned a bit further out the window of the truck. “The meals, just leave out the sodas.”

“Twelve Double Quarter Pounder meals without drinks.” the speaker squawked.

“Yes, and I also need a number 4 meal with a coke.”

He listened as the man repeated the whole order back, then verified that the order was correct.

“Please pull forward.”

Jace glanced in the mirror watching the trailer as he made the turn round to the first window. “Probably not the best idea hitting the drive through with a trailer, but too late now.”

“Refitting the dining room to accommodate females.” Dafne bit her lip as her stomach gurgled annoyingly. She didn’t mind the prepared meals, but it was nice to have a change. Normally, she’d balk at the idea of eating so much fast food, but the situation was far from normal, and she was far from normal at 9’2” tall.

“$241.00”

“Damn!” Dafne muttered when the man at the window said the total for the meal.

“S’okay.” Jace handed over the cash. Generally, he’d be worried carrying so much cash on his person, but with Dafne near… well, it would be okay.

“Any place we might stay for the night?” he asked the guy at the window.

“All the hotels are closed in town. Not nearly enough staff to run em’ and women are having more and more troubles fitting in em’ anyway.”

“Yeah.” Jace reached out and took the change.

“The only place I know that’s open is Jennings Ranch.”

“A ranch huh?”

“Well, not a working ranch much anymore, more like a bed and breakfast.”

“That’ll work, where—”

“Take the East Loop, you’ll see the sign.” The fella said hurriedly. “We are short staffed, mind pulling forward and parking? I’ll get someone will take yer order out.”

“Sure.”

“I could use a stretch.” The moment Jace halted the truck, Dafne was squeezing her huge frame out the back passenger door. She just barely fit through. Once more Jace worried about her being too big to get in the truck before they reached Houston. He’d pushed hard all day, driving as fast as was prudent. Problem was that it was slow going on the roads, that and it was dangerous. In some places it was clear that vigilante justice reigned.

Stepping down from the cab, he looked up and up… and up as Dafne stretched. Jace noted that those round them in the McDonalds parking lot, even the huge women warily looked up at Dafne.

Good, thought Jace, The place wasn’t safe. Few places were safe for men with these behemoth women around.

As the food bearer arrived, he was filling up the tank on the truck with a 20 gallon fuel can from the trailer. Gasoline was hard to come by, when he did find it, it was crazy expensive. When he did get some, Jace was sure to not only fill the truck tank, but all of the gas cans as well.

By the time he’d filled the tank, Dafne had torn though six burgers and four of the servings of fries.
Lowering the tailgate, he happily sat and opened the container holding his Big Mac. Growing up, his family ate at home, going out for a meal was a rare treat. He still preferred cooking at home, but had to admit, the burger was pretty good. Course, this was McDonalds… He probably was just really hungry.

By the time he’d finished his meal. Dafne had wolfed down all 12 burgers and all the fries.

“Jace?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m ah…”

“Here yah go.” He handed her a hundred dollar bill.

“Thanks. She said sheepish. “I’m eating too much!”

“Your body needs it.” He replied, before taking a sip of his coke.

Pushing off from the burned out car she was leaning against, Dafne gathered all her trash. He watched as she dumped it in a parking lot bin before walking up to the drive through window to lean way over to talk to the clerk.

Watching from his spot on the tailgate Jace marveled at how big she was. Dafne was wearing a skin tight teal tee shirt and shorts made from a pair of big mens’ pants she’d cut up. Jace had observed those shorts go from loose, to tight, to skin tight, and now to popping at the seams.

All the way down they’d listened to the radio. Well… when they could pick up a radio station.

Female commentators’ had lauded the fact that 90 plus percent of the candidates were female. That a… new age… was dawning in American politics. The most militant of females boasting of an end to patriarchy.
Jace didn’t care for their boisterous triumphalism and overblown rhetoric.

In his view, if men could righteously abuse power, so could women. If men could screw up governing the country, so could women.

Evidently, other men thought as he did, witnessed by the brain power jumping at the chance to work in the Virgin Islands.

That’s what he cared about most, business, the bottom line, not politics. Whatever laws the new Congress made, there was always a loophole to be exploited. Happily, business was booming, his investments pulling in record earnings. At this rate, he could be sure that Dafne would want for nothing. In fact, he’d quietly hired a team of chefs to work at his estate in the Virgin Islands. Easy to do as many of the hotels on the island had laid off staff. They could do the cooking for Dafne and…

A metallic groan pulled him from his thoughts.

“Shit…” murmured Dafne. “I bent the hood.”

Jace laughed causing her to look up.

“I don’t think the owner of that burned out heap is gonna mind.”

Dafne chucked at that before tearing into five more burgers. Jace took the opportunity to check some stock numbers on his phone as there was service here.

Ugh! I ate too much! Scoot over will yah?”

Jace didn’t just scoot over, he got off the tailgate so Dafne could sit in the truck bed. He watching as she placed her back against the truck cab. Sliding her legs open a bit, she patted the area between them with one hand.

He took the invitation, sliding between her long legs to press his back against her stomach. Behind he could hear her belly gurgling mightily as it digested an avalanche of food. Her breathing hitched and Jace knew what was coming next.

A belch…

She tried hard to smother it. Hand over mouth and all… The attempt failed as it was a loud, deep throaty affair which caused those in the parking lot to turn and stare for a moment.

“That’s my girl.” He teased while patting her right thigh.

“Damn I’m…” Dafne belched again, “…full.” She hiccuped, and as she did the over strained button on her shorts gave way.

“Shit…” She grumbled. “Getting so damned big, everything is becoming such a fucking pain in my ass. Tired of it! I just polished off 17 hamburgers, a mess of fries. I mean that one meal by me could have fed—”

“You can’t be feeling bad about needing food.” Jace turned his head slightly and kissed her bicep.

“That’s a lot of resources going to one person.” She hiccuped hard, then let out a groan. “Fuck, my eyes were bigger than my tummy. She hiccuped again, then again this time it was a combination hiccup and belch.

He felt her take a deep breath then let it out. Jace felt the powerful body surrounding him relax.

“Think we might just sit together a moment?”

“Sure.” After all the driving, Jace was glad to sit. The day was cool, the sun peeking in and out of clouds. Absently he took one of her larger hands within his own, running his fingers over hers then comparing them by placing his hand palm to palm with hers.

“I’m giant.” She moaned at seeing just how much larger her hand was compared to his.

“You’re beautiful.” He replied without hesitation.

She slipped her hand from his, then hugged him tight.

“It’s just…” Dafne kissed his ear. “Odd this feeling. I mean the growth. Every day I wake up and can feel I’m just that little bit taller. She fell silent a moment. “Wanna know something?”

“Hmmm?”

“I was worried about dating you.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because I was so much taller than you.” She snorted with amusement, “Now look how big I am.”

A sigh left her lips as he moved to run on hand up then down her right thigh. “It’s taken some getting used to… this growth. Being bigger and stronger than men goes against the evolutionary grain.” Dafne hugged him again before leaning back against the cab. The move caused her to grunt loudly due to a stuffed tummy.

Jace glanced back to see she’d closed her eyes. Looking round, he saw unmasked hatred, the same hatred the men in the campground had directed at him when they felt Dafne wasn’t watching. It was as if the battle lines had been drawn and they felt he was a traitor. Jace didn’t care what they thought. In this new order, it was either adapt or be run over. These guys were holding on to a past that no longer existed. He, on the other hand, was working within the new system and becoming richer because of it.

Buck up boys, thought Jace, Females are dominant. Get used to it.

“I like to just sit here all day with you, but we’d better go find this ranch place. Too dangerous to be out on the highway at night.”

Jace was pulled from his thoughts by her voice. The men in the parking lot were back to their business, benign looks on their faces. “True, we better head---”

“Plus,” she burred into his ear. “I wana fuck.”

**

“Well aren’t you a big un’!”

Dafne glowered down at the woman, who remained unfazed.

“My own growth petered out at seven foot. You still growin?”

“Yes.” Dafne put her hands on her hips.

“Maybe you’re gonna be one of them super giants.”

“Super giants?” Jace asked while locking the truck.

“Yeah, the news has been talking bout em’. Women growing as tall as forty or fifty foot.”

“That’s not possible.” Said Dafne while grabbing their bags from the trailer.

“Somebody outta tell em that.” the manager of the Bar S Ranch, laughed. “C’mon, I’ll show you yer cabin.”

**

“$300 Bucks for a couple of mattresses on the floor and a T.V.” grumped Dafne. “Whata rip-off!”

“Not the Ritz for sure, but we’ll make it.”

Dafne placed her hands on her hips and smirked down at him. “You have an annoying habit of putting a positive spin on everything.”

Jace smiled. “I do…” he conceded. “I really do. Maybe I’m just excited knowing tomorrow we’ll be on a boat outta here to a tropical paradise.”

She reached down and ruffled his hair. Her ever increasing size meant he was getting smaller and smaller. The size difference was becoming… scary.

“Well…” Dafne looked toward the doorway of the, to her, tiny bathroom. “Fancy keeping me company as I take the trek to the stable for a shower?”

“Sure.”

“And…um.” Dafne brought one finger up to her lip coyly. “Perhaps you’d like to join me in a shower?”
Jace hurriedly bundled up his toiletries and a change of clothes.

**

“This…is…the…shower?”

Dafne was not impressed.

The…shower… was a long industrial hose hung over a wood beam in a horse stable. Below a drain was set into the floor.

“How the hell do you turn it on?” He watched as Dafne placed hands on hips, her tee stretching to the absolute limit as she took a deep breath.

“Ah…” Jace followed the hose through the stable and out back to find the single most jury rigged contraption he’d ever seen. Two separate hoses, one ran from an industrial gas water heater, the other from a spigot. Hot and cold joined together via a “Y” shaped brass fitting. Reaching down, he paused a moment, considering something… With Dafne’s increasing size she’d use more and more hot water along with everything else. How could he ensure…

“Engineers…” he muttered. Lots of those in his employ, they’d figure something out.

Reaching over he turned on the cold first, then worked the valve on the water heater. Mixing hot and cold in a matter he hoped was a good ratio.

Walking back, he entered the stable then… Well then any thoughts he had vanished upon seeing Dafne already showering.

“You gonna stand there and gawk?” She placed her hands on her hips, “or are you gonna come join me?
Quickly he turned to roll the stable door shut ears picking up her laugh.

As she rinsed her hair, he quickly stripped out of his clothing. Once done a wave of doubt crashed over him… She was so big!

Dafne was nine feet two inches. Knowing she was 9’2” and seeing she was 9’2” were two different things entirely.

Her legs were a shade taller than he was...

“C’mere…” she cooed soft at seeing his nervousness. As he did, she scooted back allowing the water to fall down upon him. Reaching up, she grabbed the shampoo bottle off the rafter, then the soap bar.

He looked so very cute washing out his blond hair. Lathering up the soap, she first covered herself in suds then, much to his surprise bent low to do the same with him. When finished, she rinsed off, then stepped back a bit to allow him to do so as well.

With the mechanics of the shower out of the way, fun could be had…

“Sweetheart…”

Jace looked round to see her moving her strong legs apart as she towered over him.

“I’m been thinking about this and…” Dafne bit her lip, “it really turns me on.”

He knew what she wanted.

Moving forward, he slipped right between her legs. Tilting his head back, Jace found it necessary to rise up on the balls of his feet to reach…

Dafne moaned and her moan was filled with pure lusty dominance.

She’d always been tall for a woman, now she was so tall a man… her lover… could stand between her long legs and pleasure her.

It…felt…incredible…

She did her best to try not to grind against him, sighing in pleasure as he slipped fingers within her.

“Oh fuck…” Feeling her orgasm building, she opened her eyes to glance. She couldn’t see Jace. Her breasts blocked the view.

Jace doubled his efforts.

“Fuck!” Dafne couldn’t hold back, grinding against him, loving the feel of his little arm sliding round her toned thigh as he held on.

“Oh…. Oh…. Fuck!!” as orgasm hit, stars filled her vision. Dafne could feel every muscle in her strong body tense as she flooded over him, dousing him in her musky orgasm. Her abdominal muscles contracting with each big release of fluid.

Seemed each time they made love, her orgasm became more powerful.

Within, this strange primal urge Dafne felt was sated. She… needed… to cover him with her release. The need to mark what was hers. To demonstrate her dominance to him and more importantly, to other women.
Normally, she felt ambivalent about her growth, only finding it useful in protecting Jace. Here, in the brilliant afterglow of orgasm, Dafne found herself wanting to get bigger, not only to be bigger, but to be the biggest. To flood out more than any other woman could in orgasm. To show her power.

Stepping back, Dafne let the water fall on him again. “I think it’s time I pleased you, love.”

Jace barely had time to dry off and throw on some shorts before Dafne snagged him by the hand. He had to pull hard to get her to stop so he could turn off the water. Hell, she didn’t even dry off, just tossed on her tee and a pair of panties.

**
So warm.

Skin so soft.
Then there was power. Jace could feel her power as she moved against him.

Beneath her strong body, he held on as she immediately reached climax the instant he slid within.

Dafne collapsed upon him, her breathing heavy, her release pooling round him.

“How the fuck do you do that?”

“Do what?” he asked, voice muffled by the big body laying on him.

She raised up on her elbows, hips begging to thrust against him.

“Make me orgasm the moment I feel you within me.”

Jace had no answer for that, being that he was too busy holding on. Conveniently, her bulging biceps made for great hand holds.

Arching her back allowed Dafne to touch his lips to hers.

“You are so hard in me.” She rasped. “I want you to cum in me, give me all you have.”

“I feel you getting bigger in me…” She cooed. “Good… now cum. I’ve got you baby….”

His petite hands clasped her biceps hard. A moment later She felt him spasm with her as he climaxed his little body giving it’s all to fill her.

Jace felt as if his orgasm would never stop! He’d never released this much!

When the storm finally abated, he felt weak as a kitten. Every bit of his strength sapped.

“I’ve got you.” The last words he heard from her before tipping into a deep sleep.

Things could not be going any better.

Things on the island that is...

Dafne, for one, was enjoying every moment of the demolition and reconstruction.

It’d taken time, Jace reflected… The fellas hadn’t been inclined to trust Dafne. She’d won them over with her work ethic and self-deprecating humor. That and the fact she could lift and move heavy materials far more easily than the guys could.
Seeing a 13 foot woman put a boot though the wall of a house slated to be demolished was, both awe inducing and frightening. Right now she was busily working to install a massive solar field which would cut the need for oil imports to the island. Next week she’d be installing pipeline so the upgraded power plant could run on the islands own propane. Electric lines would be run underground, new structures fully rated to hold up during a hurricane.

Jace had justified all this work to the board by explaining how it was necessary to invest in a massive new infrastructure to support the resort complex currently under construction. Larger women, he patiently explained in long presentations to the board, undoubtedly would need more space, but also use more power, more water, and more food. Existing buildings needed to be renovated, expanded, or torn down to make way for larger properties.

At first, the investors and the board were readily willing to rubber stamp all he proposed. Bids had been accepted and contracts awarded with lightning speed. After all, he’d insured the old rental company founded by his great grandad made a windfall in the early panicked days of the Flu. A multimillion dollar company was now a multibillion dollar company.

Looking up, he watched idly for a moment as the first steel cross beam of the new resort went into place. There among the workers was Dafne, all 13 feet of her. She was dressed in a pair of beat up and heavily stained work jeans which went all the way down to a pair of brown boots. Her top was a red tee and she wore brown work gloves on her hands.

Jace was glad to have invested in several companies producing clothing.

A cheer went up from the workers on site.

He hoped he might see the construction completed.

The board was becoming increasingly antsy. Things were not going well around the world as women continued to grow. What he’d been concerned about appeared to be happening.

Larger, stronger women were fighting each other over increasingly scarce resources. No surprise to Jace, Dafne was devouring ever greater quantities of food as her growth continued. Multiply that level of consumption over the world’s female population and the problem was easily understood. Even in the best of conditions if would be difficult to produce that much more food. In both Africa and Europe, a desperate fight for sustenance had led to revolution. Governments, one after another had fallen, being replaced by modern day feudalism. Giant women, the biggest of the big, giving their protection to smaller women and weaker men in exchange for food production. Just like feudalism of old, warfare between these new lords was common. Jace predicted eventually one would rise to conquer the rest, but that would take time and probably result in the death of millions.

The U.S. hadn’t succumbed to revolution, possibly due to the hardline tactics of the new President. Martial law had long been instituted, federal troops in the streets, and guarding key pieces of infrastructure. To solve the food issue, rationing had been instituted, but it was a peculiar type of rationing. Biased on sliding scale of size, women, could buy more. The bigger you were, the more you could get. Little men got very little…

Of note was the increasing numbers of so called super giants being forcibly relocated to camps in the states. The crime listed was an inability to live as… part of society…”

Jace was glad they’d left when they did, but worried about his agricultural holdings. How long before food production was nationalized by the U.S. Government?

More worry about the rapidly approaching congressional elections but more than that, he worried, no dreaded the results of the new board election of the company tomorrow.

Deep down, he felt change was on the way. He would not survive as chief manager.

“Hey you.”

Jace was so consumed by thought that he’d not noticed Dafne taking a seat next to him. A difficult thing to do as she was enormous.

Even when standing, the top of his head just reached her thigh.

He leaned against her, wholly unconcerned about the fact she’d been working hard all day and that she stank.

“I’m gonna be out.”

“Don’t say things like that!” Dafne snarled, knowing exactly to what he was referring. “They’d be fools to let you go after all you’ve done!”

“There is concern I’ve overspent creating this resort. Plus--”

“You honestly think they will sack you because you’re a guy?”

“I do.” He stared off into space. It was tough to accept, he’d worked so hard to ensure the survival of the company, but… he was not female. In this new world, that’s all that seemed to matter. Men were disposable.

“Don’t be so glum.” Dafne admonished. “Hey, how bout we go for a swim?”

“I can’t swim.”

“I know,” she said drolly. “It’s time you learned. C’mon.” she stood, rising farther and farther upward.

Damn, she was big!

“Guess I’ll take the work truck and…”

“Nah, just come with me.”

“Dafne, I’d have to jog to keep up.” He frowned while looking up at her.

“You are a grumpy gus today.” She laughed. “You think I’d make you run?”

“Well, I dunno how else…” he stopped speaking as she bent lower, her back towards him.

“Climb up and put your legs over my shoulders.”

“Piggy back?”

“Yeah! Duh! Gotta better idea smarty pants?”

He didn’t.

“I don’t wana hurt, I mean I’ve got my shoes on and--” Jace tried to beg off.

“I’m tough, C’mon.”

With no other alternative, Jace accepted his fate. Seeing her outstretched hand, he used it as a step and awkwardly, maneuvered himself up to the point of having his legs over her shoulders, his feet dangling over her front.

“Whoa…” he breathed as Dafne stood.

“Yeah, I know I’m tall, just hang on, huh?”

“Absolutely!”

She laughed at that. “I’ve got a great view though, dontcha think?”

“S-sure do.”

When she started walking, Jace held on all the tighter, arms wrapped round her throat. Amazing how much ground she could cover!
Course her stride was around five feet, almost as long as he was tall.

One of her huge hands wrapped round his leg. “Hey, I got you. You’re not gonna fall Jace, promise.”

He forced himself to relax his grip as the landscape passed by.

**

A gentle wave broke over him causing panic.

Jace sputtered, his feet instinctively reaching out, trying to touch the bottom.

“Right here,” Dafne soothed. “I gotcha.” Her hand touched his back, he clasping onto her arm.

“You’re doing just fine Jace, remember floating is easy. Take a breath and you’ll be even more buoyant.”

Still clutching her arm, he lay upon his back again in the water and took a deep breath. Sure enough he floated once more.

Till water from the next wave gently splashed round him. Thankfully Dafne was there.

Blinking, he looked round.

The shore was so very far away…

“I think, I’ve had enough lessons today.”

Dafne kept herself from laughing outright, which would hurt his pride.

She did smile though.

“Here…”

He yelped as her hands slid under his arms, she easily picking him up. The sensation was new and unsettling. Just being picked up, it was…

“Trust me.” Dafne cooed. “I won’t hurt you.”

Next thing Jace knew, he was atop his wife!

“Lay on your back Jace… trust me…I’m right here.”

He awkwardly scooted round, plopping his head right between her breasts.

“Your own living floaty!” Dafne chuckled, jostling him. “You know for a guy who can’t swim, you sure chose a bad location. An island surrounded by water.”

“There are these things called boats.”

“Oh really?” she replied snarkily, I didn’t realize that. What if your wife grows too big for these boats?”

He didn’t have an answer to that.

“I’ll be your boat, like I am right now.”

“Yeah…” he mumbled, mind busily working to comprehend just how big Dafne would be to no longer fit on a ship.

Would she become as big as a ship?

Slowly… he began to relax against her. The two of them silently appreciating the moment. Jace closing his eyes, feeling her rising and
falling with each gentle wave.

“Would it really be that bad?”

“Huh?” Jace opened his eyes realizing he very nearly nodded off.

“Would it really be that bad if you were ousted as managing director? I mean,” she continued quickly before he could speak. “You’ve been working far too hard Jace, if you were ousted as manager, wouldn’t you still be a major stockholder? You’d get the profit and not have to work, sounds blissful if you asked me.”

He had to admit, not having the burden of running the company did have its advantages.

“But, what would I do all day, I mean…”

Unseen by him Dafne smiled knowingly. She’d pegged him right from the start. Jace was a worker bee. Like loads of guys, he gained a sense of self-worth from doing. He was used to being Jace Reuten, Managing Director. It was difficult for him to accept just being Jace Reuten.

“Jace… You’ve got other investments to run. Those’ll more than keep you busy. You’ve also got a massive home to manage, an entire island to explore. What’s more you can focus on family. Your dad can come live here. Maybe even my dad will wana come. Perhaps you’ve spread yourself a little thin? Maybe one less thing on your plate would be good?”

“Yeah…”

“He didn’t sound very convinced.

“Just have faith.” She urged.

“Faith?”

“Yes, that everything is going to work out as it should.”

“Okay.” He willed a bit of confidence into his voice.

“Good…”

He felt them moving. When he attempted to sit up a bit, one of Dafne’s huge hand pressed him back against her.

“Jace.” She began matter of fact while moving toward shore. “I wana fuck.”

**

Awe inducing and frightening…

He was under his much larger wife, her enormous breasts above him, he solidly buried under the wall of muscle that was her tummy.
It was a difficult to explain the conflicting emotions he felt.

She was so big…

Beneath her, he was sweating, the heat and the humidity from her much bigger body was stifling. The air round him was muggy, filled with a mix of salt sea spray and her own musky sweat.

On one level, he fought that deep animalistic desire fight against feeling trapped.

He couldn’t get away.

She could do anything she wished with him.

He reduced to trusting that she wouldn’t…

Little hands pressed against her abs as Dafne took an enormous breath pinning him against the acres of mattress he’d specially ordered to make her comfortable. Those incredibly defined abs pushed against him, each well demarcated ridge standing out in stark relief, swelling bigger as she rushed to orgasm.

Thing was… he wasn’t even within her.

Only the very tip of his cock had actually touched her sex. That action alone was enough drive her to immediate climax. He made her orgasm without even being within. He honestly didn’t know if that was something to be proud of or not.

High above she moaned, he feeling the reverberations from his giant wife.

Suddenly light and a blast of fresh air as she raised up on her haunches.

“Cover you!” Her voice was labored, her muscles tensed, body preparing to unleash a flood.

Jace readied himself, comically taking a deep breath. Ever wanting to learn, he’d read all about this new phenomenon. Women showing dominance by coating their lovers in orgasm. Scientists believed the pheromones released though orgasm served as a warning to other women not to approach. The bigger the woman, the stronger the scent.

Looking up, he couldn’t even see her face, it was blocked by massive breasts.

“Mine!”

The deluge began…

She was more than big enough to cover most of his body with her climax. He felt the liquid rolling over him as she bathed him in her massive release. Before each eruption, her abs contacted with such force that he could hear a huff escape her lips.

As the last bit of her orgasm blasted him, Jace closed his eyes. It was strange, but he felt a deep primal pleasure in having this powerful being physically demonstrate her claim to him.

Cool air hit his small body as she pulled away, maneuvering her larger frame so that her lips were very near his ear.

“Getting closer…” her hot breath blew against his ear causing little hairs to rise up. “Almost,” she panted, “big enough to completely cover you.”

He felt a hand large enough to cover his entire chest slowly sliding down his body.

The anticipation drove him wild!

He felt his already hard cock grow longer and firmer even before one of her fingers touched him. When it did, he surged bigger, his body wanting to give all to her.

He clutched at her as she gently edged large fingers round the tip of his cock.

“I can’t help it…” she prefaced in a low, husky tone.

“The urge to cover you makes me want to grow and grow…” Lust tinted her words.

He damn near let out a full blown whimper as she began to stroke him.

“You gotta learn to swim baby.”

“Wa-what?” The absurdity of that statement in the present moment caused him to open his eyes and try to sit up.
Her hand pressing against his chest stopped him.

“I wana be so big, you can swim in my release!”

The whole bed rocked as she shifted.

He groaned as the tip of her tongue teased the top of his cock.

“Don’t you want to feel my love all around you?” she asked before pausing to lick all the way up the shaft of his cock.
He writhed under her delightful torment!

“Swim in my release?”

“I—“ he gasped…

“Thing is…” her fingers returned to stroke his cock, Jace feeling himself become harder and longer than ever before.
“…if I looked down to see you bobbing in the puddle of my cum I don’t think I could stop myself. The puddle might become a lake…then an ocean…”

Oh how he needed to release!!

“Would you like that baby? Hmmm?”

“Yes!” a shout. Putty in her hands.

After a chuckle she easily engulfed his cock with her lips.

Like her orgasm, his was also immediate. Everything ounce of strength he had went into his release.

**

A low tone sounded in their bedroom…

It sounded again…

“Fuck…” muttered a now awake Dafne. “What?” she rumbled menacingly.

“Apologies Ma’am…”

She hated it with the servant staff called her Ma’am, made her feel old. Yeah she was 40, but still…

“… A Sarah Ragsdale is on the line, she says it’s urgent.”

“Dafne knew exactly who Sarah Ragsdale was… She was a bitch.”

Jace shifted slightly in her arms. Poor little fella. Sex really wore him out. He was in no condition to be talking to the President of the Board.

Besides, Dafne had a good idea of what she was calling about.

“Oh…” she sighed. “What the hell, put er’ on.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Hello Mr. Reuten?”

“His wife actually, he’s indisposed at the moment.”

“I really need to---”

“You can talk to me.” Dafne cut the woman off. “Let me guess, the board voted him out and you’re now the one in charge.”

“Board President and Chief Operating Officer.”

“You have no idea what you’re stepping into, lady.” Warned Dafne, “Jace did an excellent job.”

“The newly elected board felt, a female was better equipped to understand the issues surrounding the evolving landscape of rental properties.”

“What’s the makeup of the board?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, what’s the make-up of the board, or should I clarify? What gender?”

“All female.”

“So an all-female board elected a female… shocking.” Dafne laughed. You bunch of pompous, condescending---”

“Have Mr. Reuten contact me.”

A click ended the connection.

“Still a bitch…” Dafne didn’t tell Jace, but she figured it’d be Ragsdale that shoved him out. That woman was a shrewd contriver.

“What?” Jace blinked. Gathering his wits he shifted again in her arms, desperately trying to work up the strength to get up and start the day.

“Shhh…rest. Dafne snugged him close against her.

“You gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man.”

Depressed…

Jace recognized it for what it was, depression.

There was a feeling, a feeling things were not going his way.

He’d had his victories, getting to this island, making sure Dafne was clothed and fed, a portfolio worth billions…

But then.

He’d look out the window at that monstrosity of a prison looming ever higher in the distance and feel disgust.
Disgust that the company whose mission was to provide rental properties was now building the world’s largest prison.

Reaching up he adjusted his sunglasses and wiped his brow. The tropical heat was relentless. Corse a dip in the water cured that problem easy now as Dafne was helping to make ensure he was quite the proficient swimmer.

Standing, he stretched before removing his sunglasses. Setting them down on, he watched absently for a moment as the abs he was standing atop undulated slightly, the muscle beneath moving as Dafne floated lazily on the ocean.

He dove into the water, enjoying a swim after baking in the hot sun. Wiping his eyes, he looked about before suddenly feeling something firm beneath his feet.

Dafne had moved under him. Those solid abs now beneath his feet. He rose, the water draining away as she lay prone.

“Sunscreen love.” Her voice rumbled.

Without a word, he padded forward to curve of her left breast. Pulling the elastic fabric away, he caught the bottle as it slipped out.

Slathering himself up to prevent a sunburn, Jace mulled over the state of play.

Earlier this day, he’d accompanied a woman from the inspector general’s office round the still incomplete prison.

She’d not been impressed with the construction and he’d not been impressed with her snotty attitude. The sweating mass of woman towering over him clearly enjoyed frequent seating at the dining table.

Being nine feet tall does not make you an expert in construction, except this woman felt her size equaled expertise. She was big. Bigger people had valid opinions. Small… men… such as he did not. Sadly, her depth of knowledge on the subject of construction was akin to the deep end of a kiddie pool.

She’d talked down to him (figuratively and literally) the entire time.

She was not pleased with the rate of construction, not happy with the spiraling cost of infrastructure. The size of power plant needed to feed this behemoth of a prison. She didn’t like the water system, the roadways, even the cell size. In arguing every concern she listed Jace tried, and failed, to piece the wall of stupidity surrounding her.

What galled him most her what she termed amenities.

Jace had contracted out to ensure the cells had high quality bunks, mattresses, and linens. He wanted kitchens that were large and well equipped. Bathrooms and showers needed to be adequate to the population, the prison must have air conditioning.

She’d settled her bulk into a small chair and wasted no time, telling him that prisoners had no need for such luxuries as air conditioning.

He knew it was needed. Get that many giant people together, then and add the tropical nature of the climate… well, you needed air conditioning. To not do so would make the prison torturous.

“It is not a country club Mr. Reuten, it is a prison. She’d said.

This will all be included in my report.” She promised.

Jace finally told her he didn’t give a rat’s ass as to what was in her report.

He’d felt so much satisfaction, seeing the shocked look on her face. The gall of this little man had to tell her where to shove it.

“Gonna fire me,” he muttered while looking out at the beautiful blue of the ocean.

Adding to his gloom, the first prisoners from the mainland had arrived, they being placed into the still being completed levels of the prison. No air-conditioning, no reliable electrics. These feminine behemoths were in real danger of heat exhaustion. Those metal cells soaked up the heat, then became ovens stacked atop each other, magnifying the heat from the tropical sun. The situation was intolerable.

He wouldn’t have that. Ordering one of the refrigerator ships in the harbor to make blocks of ice. Least he could do was make sure they had cold water. He also ensured a cool breeze by having fans blowing air over the blocks of melting ice. It wasn’t much, but if you got enough fans going, it lowered the temps a tad. It still was too hot.

Adding to his unease, the vast majority of these women weren’t exactly what you’d call hardened criminals.

Twenty something’s that’d crawled into stores, gorging on whatever just to feed their bellies.

Several women so desperate for a decent drink of water they’d broken pipelines.

Cars smashed by accident, house walls knocked in by an errant step.

Sure there were some downright awful women heading their way, one super giant clearly reveling in smashing stuff. One enjoyed eating people.

For the most part, it was women trying to find a way to live in the face of new circumstances.

A wash of cooling water rushed down over him. A waterfall created by his giant 25 foot tall wife who was currently acting as a gigantic floaty, he sitting upon her tummy.”

“You’re thinking too much.” She said while moving to allow water to pool round him for a moment. “And I know what about. Who gives a flying fuck what that inspector woman says?”

His thoughts exactly.

“Well…” he spoke up so she could better hear. “I worry about what—”

“Jace…” Dafne a couple of her big fingers laid upon his chest. “You’ve got so much damned money, have you thought about buying out their contracts with the company?”

He had.

“I could do that.”

“Has it occurred to you, that right now you may well have the single greatest collection of skilled workers in the world?”

“Yes.” He chuckled.

“Look, I’m better at looking a loan spreadsheets or stock options…” Dafne prefaced. “But it seems to me you have such an overload of talent that you could create one hellva construction company.”

“Construction…” Jace sat up, thunderstruck. “A construction company!”

“Yeah.” Dafne chuckled jostling him. She noticing how his mood had brightened.

And… those women in that hell hole of a prison would do anything to get out. Pitch work-release to them. Let them work round the island on jobs which require heavy lifting.

“Gigantic women roaming about?” he worried bout that prospect.

“They’ll keep in line with the threat of being shoved back in those boiling cells with no means of relief. As you say, they are mostly good folk.

“True…”

“Now, tell me.” Those fingers pressed against him again. “Why you’ve suddenly left your wifey out in the cold.”

“The cold?” Jace snapped out of figuring numbers, thinking about the best corporate structure for this construction company, wondering about employing giant people…

“In the bedroom.” She prodded.

Fell into that… he thought.

“I know exactly why.”

He looked back at her.

“It’s because I’ve gotten so big. You’re scared.”

Now those words touched his pride. Jace bristled.

“Hey fella,” Dafne fairly cooed, “Natural to be scared, I’m fucking big.”

“Ah…”
“It can also be an adventure…” her voice tone lifted teasingly on that last bit. “Aren’t you just a wee bit curious about what it might be like to make love?”

“The thought had crossed my mind.”

“Well wonder no more”… Dafne made toward shore.

**

Amazing the detail you see when on a smaller scale. Jace watched on clear drop of her wetness slide lazily down labia each easily 7 inches long.

A shadow fell over him. Looking up, he watched in awe as her breasts ballooned bigger due to her arousal.

“Jace, touch me…”

Her words came out as this odd mix between a command and begging.

He stumbled due to the shudder passing though him as she did a little hop to scoot forward.

Taking a breath, he reached out and touched her most sensitive…

The reaction was instantaneous.

Dafne’s labia quivered around him the wall of muscle that was her thighs bulging out in stark relief. She was about to gush and at her size it was going to be quite a flood.

In that instant, he found himself enthralled by those bulging muscles, her abs alone were incredible to behold as they stretched out above him.

She was so big that her orgasm was going to cover him completely. After all her knees were taller than he was now.

Dafne whimpered feeling the pressure building within, crying out to be released… “Jace!” she howled. “Don’t tease! Touch me!”

Bracing himself, he reached out, knowing that just by one more good touch she’d…

Running his fingers along her labia, caused an explosion of liquid to erupt.

Jace was blown right back on his butt.

“Cover you!” she bellowed, her voice ringing in his ears.

Blast after long blast hit him.

Then he blinked...

Looking up he met her eyes, she peering down at him over humongous breasts.

“I’m…” she sputtered, her breathing picking up.

“I’m finally…”

“Big enough to fucking cover you!”

She orgasmed again, Jace coated anew.

Walls of flesh pressed against him, Dafne’s breasts on either side pinning him down. Lusty instinct took over,

Jace thrust against her.

“That’s it…” she cooed.

Wips of her hot breath touched his wet skin.

“The growth isn’t stopping Jace, your wife is fast becoming a super-giant.”

He was feeling far too much pleasure to form coherent sentences.

“How big would you have me?” she chuckled sexily. “40? 50? Bigger?”

Jace found the idea of her being that big tantalizing. She was already 25 feet.

“Imagine exploring me at 50 feet tall?”

He grasped at her breasts, little hands trying to hold on as orgasm hit.

In the next moment, she leaned forward just that bit more, smothering him with her huge breasts as he continued to orgasm.

“Mine…" she rumbled before lifting away.

Jace was so exhausted, he could barely move as she lifted him with one hand to then place him on her tummy.

**

“Shut the fuck up!” A 30 foot Dafne put her hands on hips.

The smaller women did so…

Jace, observing from a distance, felt his wife was a natural. She knew her audience and had dressed accordingly. She was wearing big kick your ass work boots and jeans topped off by a red sleeveless tee.

“The way I see it, you can go back and rot in those cells, or you can earn some freedom by working on this island.”

He’d asked Dafne to take charge of these female workers, reasoning that women would respond better to a woman rather than a small man.”

“I don’t fucking care about your feelings of injustice…”

“I don’t fucking care about you feeling mistreated….”

“You are here now, and here is your choice. Work, or rot in prison.”

Jace let out a muted low whistle. Dafne sure had a way of distilling things down to basics.

“Well?” she barked.

“Work…” one super-giant muttered.

“What?” Dafne took a step forward. “I didn’t hear you. For people your size, you sure don’t know how to speak up.”

“We’ll work!”

“Good…good…”

Suddenly she pointed directly at Jace who was sitting on the hood of the work truck.

“You’re working for the man now,” Dafne smiled a very unfriendly smile “… and if I hear of one single instance of you not following orders to a tee, or heaven forbid you hurt anyone smaller… “

“…I’ll kill you myself.”

The incessant drone of the engines reverberated through the metal box of their prison. For 25 days, counted by 25 scratches on the metal wall.

The noise of the engines was enough to drive a person crazy- thump, thump, thump,

The engine noise mercifully halted for a time, when taking on more prisoners,

Taking on prisoners caused problems.

What started as 15 in San Francisco, increased to 45 in Los Angeles, then 70 in Mazatlán, 98 in Panama City. The space in the hold was cramped, the air filled with a stifling stench bore of having too many big bodies in too small a space.

You couldn’t stretch out fully, they had to rotate shifts- one group lying down, one sitting, one standing.

If she listened, really listened in the stillness of the night, she could hear through the metal walls. Many others were imprisoned within the other holds of the ship.

In the corner, a metal toilet and sink scaled to their size. No privacy afforded, you just had to go in front of others. Close to 100 women, using one toilet day after awful day.

In another corner, a lone shower head. Two minute salt water showers complete with gloopy blue soap squirting out of a pipe. A third of the prisoners a day got a shower, again moving in rotation

It was roasting hot, well over 100 degrees. The tropical heat absorbed by the metal of the ship then radiated out all day, and well into the night. The heat weakened you, made you lethargic, unwilling to expend energy on movement. Above, the hatch was open, providing scant relief though an occasional breeze. It wasn’t near enough to cool the bodies packed in this hell hole.

Least there was a bit of light from that open hatch. That’s what she told herself, desperately trying to remain optimistic.

Most women had stripped down to bare necessities, which meant they were pretty much naked. Few had much clothing to begin with.

A bell rang.

For this, the women round her did stir. Standing they shuffled into a line each holding a large metal bowl. Eleven times a day the bell rang, eight for water, three for food. This one was for cold water, the tap was just on, and running till the tank was empty. Each woman learned not to dally, fill up your bowl, then get out of the way. To stand and take multiple refills, to hold up the line was to risk a beating. What water they got, was zealously coveted.

The food… Bland oatmeal which fell into your bowl via chute. You ate it, because… because it was food.

In the beginning of imprisonment a few women, the newbies, had jumped up to reach the metal bars of the hatch cover.

They’d regretted it. The bars of the hatch were electrified.

Another indignity, a steel shock collar round the neck. The pain was awful, as was intended. The crew often used this collar to break up fights in the hold, or because the little sadists enjoyed inflicting pain.

If the shocks didn’t work, there was a final measure. A needle embedded in the collar punched into your neck. Knockout juice. Out for days. In this heat, the dehydration could kill a woman rendered unconscious.

Thoughts of escape, or fights were long gone now they’d been in the hold, in the heat, too long.

The thumps slowed.

The women round her perked up, eying each other warily.

Another stop to jam more people into the hold?

She hoped not, it was crammed to breaking now.

Everyone swayed in unison as something bumped up against the ship.

Voices from above, men’s voices…

Lines being thrown…

Had this hellish ship reached its destination?

For a moment, she pondered on the idea that this hold she’d been cursing might be preferable to what awaited outside.

The hatch opened, a ladder was lowered.

“One at a time!” to halt the mad rush out of this metal pit.

“Move! Move! Move!”

Yelling! So much yelling!

“Line up on the dock!”

She was one of the last, having waited for the rush to be over. Carefully she trod up the ladder and was blinded by light. It was so bad, she was forced to clamp her eyes shut.

“Hand on the Shoulder in front.” A voice ordered, before her own hand was roughly grabbed and placed on what felt like a bare shoulder.
On she stumbled, getting orders like “Step up!” and “Step down!”

It was a wonder she didn’t fall.

“Line up!”

Strong hands grabbed her shoulders, wheeling her about.

Something was shoved against her tummy. “Take it!”

Raising her hands, she clasped them round the object. Feeling for what it was.

“Your first piece of equipment!” a very dictatorial sounding voice boomed. “Feel for the lid, unscrew the damned thing, and drink!”

The water was cold… wonderfully cold! It was so… so good…

“Drink slow!” the same voice barked. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Someone was standing right in front of her. She felt some weird plastic thing settle on the bridge of her nose, over her ears.

Glasses? She wondered.

“Listen!” the severe voice bellowed. “Slow-ly open your eyes.”

She did so, finding tinted glasses on to protect her eyes.

A gasp as she saw just who was the owned that terrifying voice. The single biggest woman she’d even seen! Had to be sixty foot!

“You see the muscle on her!?” a whisper from behind.

“How could I not?!” she whispered back.

The woman wore tall brown boots, no heel. Each was liberally coated in dirt. Tucked into those boots were faded work pants, sewn together from all types of fabric. Her top was a dirty white tee. A grimy red bandana round her neck. Blowing in the tropical breeze was long black hair. Black as coal those tresses…

My name is Dafne Reuten,” the frightful woman prefaced. “The way I see it you can go back and rot in that cargo hold, or you can chose to earn some freedom by working on this island.”

Behind the huge woman’s right boot sat a little white truck, an equally little man sitting upon its tailgate. She noticed he had a teeny cast on an arm. Was he her assistant? If so what a horrible job working for this fearful woman!

“I don’t fucking care about your feelings of injustice…” Continued the Reuten lady.

“I don’t fucking care about you feeling mistreated….”

“You are here now, and here is your choice. Work, or rot in prison.”

There was the choice.

“Well?” the frightening woman bellowed.

“Work…” one woman muttered.

“What?” Dafne Reuten took a step forward. “I didn’t hear you. For people your size, you sure don’t know how to speak up.”

“We’ll work!”

“Good…good…”

Suddenly she pointed down at the little fellow who was sitting on tailgate of the little truck.

“You’re working for the man now.”

He was the boss!? She was amazed! That little guy!?

The Reuten woman smiled a very unfriendly smile “I hear of one single instance of you not following orders to a tee, or heaven forbid you hurt anyone small… “

“…I’ll kill you myself.”

“Alright move it!” A woman commanded and off they shuffled toward a massive building.

“Name?”

“Georgine Hannon.”

“Damn! That’s really your name? The big guard woman asked as she flipped through names on an electronic pad. “What your parents decide to punish you the rest of your life?”

Georgine didn’t have time to answer as the guard found her name.

“Ah, here we are…hmmm… age 21… just a pup.”

“Breaking and entering… Oh! Goodness!” There was clear sarcasm in the guard’s voice. “You tore the roof right off the place to steal food. You big go getter you!”

“I was just so hungry…I”

“Uh-huh…” the woman didn’t look up.

“Crushing a cop car?” now she did look up. “Other…Damages.”

“I tripped and fell back on it.” Georgine blushed with embarrassment when the guard laughed.

“Number 890294.” The woman pronounced. “Minimum Risk. Hall 23, Room 213.”

“I get my own—?”

“Next!” The guard bellowed.

Georgine turned and followed the painted lines.

“Stop!”

She stopped.

One lady measured her with tape, another grabbed a foot and put in on a sizing chart.

Next thing Georgine knew, she was being pelted with clothes. Thank goodness, cause she and everyone else from the ship where stark naked after being deloused!

“Next!”

Fumbling forward she tried to hold on to all this new clothing while following the painted lines.

Her right arm was grabbed just as she went through the doorway.

“Owww!” she yipped as needles were driven into her arms.

“Got all your shots at once, even rabies!”

“Rabies!?” Georgine stuttered out.

“I’m kidding kid,” the guard placated. “go on.”

On Georgine went, escorted all the way to Hall 23, Room 213.

“You got a roommate!” the guard said before shoving her into the room. “Give her the lowdown, will yah.”

Georgine stumbled after being shoved, dumping all her clothes on the linoleum floor.

“They warned me a group of newbs were on the way.”

Georgine looked up… and up… “You’re…you’re…”

“Huge?” the woman laughed. “Plenty of hard work and good food does that to a girl. I’m Grace, Grace Sperl. You are?”

“Georgine Bannon”

“Georgine, huh?”

“I think everyone is just gonna end up calling yah Gina. Anyway, let me go through the list.” Grace took the clothes and began to hang them up.

“Showers are down the hall, and yeah, wash as long as you like and …you need a shower-bad.”

“been—”

“On a hell ship, I know that’s how we all got here. Left bunk is all yours. Now…”

Georgine took hold of a bar of soap, a bottle of shampoo, and a towel as they were handed to her by Grace.

“Get!” the bigger woman ordered.

“But—?”

“Questions later, after you clean up.”

Next then Georgine knew she was out in the hall, having been shoved there by Grace.

A shower… a real shower. She looked up, the ceiling was at the right-ish height. Everything was at the right-ish height. She almost could feel – normal if not small.

She was still weak even after a good meal and plenty of water.

Georgine managed pad down the hall as fast as she could.

**

“You look damn serious, staring at that screen.”

“Serious stuff.” Jace didn’t look up.

Dafne knew it was best at times like this to leave him be. She was contented to do so, happy to be near him.

“Doesn’t make sense,” he murmured.

She remained quiet.

“I’m costing the company billions, how is Ragsdale paying for all this?”

“Loans?” Dafne suggested, startling him out of thought.

“It’s part of it, people are taking on vast amounts of debt, to buy clothes, food, shelter. Damn government is allowing credit card companies to charge up to 40% interest. Think of that! You miss one payment and late fees hit, plus a new rate of 40%! It’s debt servitude! Company is using that insane profit to fund this prison. Still… it wouldn’t be enough alone.”

Dafne watched as he flicked though wee bitty screens, clearly searching for a numbers trail in the latest stockholder statements. Jace had been at this for hours. Gently, she moved one fingertip, using it to scratch his back. Grateful when he leaned into her touch.

“That’s how it is, then…”

“How what is?” Asked Dafne.

“I found it. Finally! Damn she sure buried it good! The company is charging per prisoner, some $100,000 per prisoner for transportation and clothing. Once they are on island a monthly charge of $10,000 per prisoner. For profit imprisonment.”

“Okay, that’s some change, but we blow though way more cash than that, even with the usury profits”

“That’s true.” Jace admitted, “So to recoup costs and turn a profit, the company is accepting prisoners from all corners of the globe.”

“It’s a Ponzi scheme!” Dafne’s anger shone, “New arrivals, paying for established prisoners.”

“It would be, but Ragsdale has secured funding from governments round the world, probably payment for taking giant women off their hands. Little wonder, my plan to bankrupt the company isn’t working. She’s got plenty of working capital.

“Good,” breathed Dafne, “Cause Jace we gotta build more, or we’ll have a real crisis. Too many women, too little in the way of accommodation.”

“Hmmmm….” Jace ran his fingers though his hair, “Damn she thought this out good. Government subsidies, plus fees for taking on more and more prisoners.” He looked up at Dafne. “I may have underestimated Ragsdale.”

Dafne laughed. “Another problem, your fantastic diet for the women is causing them to resume growing. Like me, they are getting bigger.”

He smiled, something Dafne wasn’t expecting. “Just have to bill the company for larger accommodations, won’t we? More food, more clothing….”

“Absolutely.” agreed Dafne, “maybe try for a big boost in funding?”

“Yeah…” he smiled deviously, “Make em’ pay a whole lot more to drop prisoners here. If they refuse, maybe I could let some info leak about the horrid conditions on those company transport ships.”

“Nice!” Dafne grinned wide

**

“That little man is in charge?” Georgine was amazed. “Men aren’t in charge of anything anymore back in the States. Women give orders, men mostly follow.”

“Well, here that –little man – is in charge.” Grace said firm. “Got a problem with it?

"Aren't we supposed to be in charge? We are women after all?"

Okay then," Grace tried another tact. "Who sent you here, a man?”

“No. Women did.”

“So women forced you on that hell ship, tore you from everything you know, family friends, etc.”

“Yeah.”

“So is it such a good thing women are in charge?”

Georgine hadn’t thought of that.

“Look, Jess the guard ordered me to give you the lowdown so here it is.” Grace sat up in her bed, looking directly at her new bunkmate to make the point clear.

“The world outside these islands, hates you.”

“wha- why?”

“Cause you and I are big, we don’t fit in their world anymore. We are uncontrollable.”

Georgine was dismissive. “They sure shoved me into a damned hell hole of a ship pretty easy.”

“What if you were bigger? Could they?” asked Grace.

“Be more difficult, but—”

“What if you were way bigger, bigger than even Dafne?”

“Well…”

“You know the answer, they couldn’t. Society can’t handle people who have power enough to do as they please. Order would break down. That’s why, if they have their way, you nor anyone else will leave these islands again.”

Georgine teared up at that. “I’ve got a family! A boyfriend!”

“Gone now, moving on with life. They can’t contact you. You are good as dead to them. We…” Grace pointed to herself, then swept a hand round to indicate the… prison. “Are family now, because all we have is each other. Same goes for the men on this island.”

“But--”

“Get it through your head! The outside world wants us forgotten.”

“I never thought of it that way…” Georgine let the tears fall. “I thought…. Oh! I don’t know what I thought!

“But…” Grace smiled, “Someday, we are gonna get off this island.”

“How?” Georgine perked up, hoping for any means of deliverance.

“We work, we exercise, we eat, and… we grow. Someday, these islands won’t be able to contain us. We’ll be free. When we are free, I for one want those bitches that put us here to pay.”

Georgine liked that.

“So do as Mr. Reuten asks,” “Grace continued, “and do it happily secure in the knowledge that he’s on our side. Men aren’t the problem, never were.
“You really like him, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Grace lay back in bed again. “Who’d have thought the only one fighting for us would be that little fella? Day in, day out he’s working to get us food, shelter, clothes… none of us wana think about what our lives would be without him around. I’d fight tooth and nail, hell all of us would, to keep him safe. Him and the other guys on the island.”

Georgine chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Grace peaked over at the smaller woman. Georgine was a beauty, blond, green eyes, and nice curves.

“Sorry, it’s just in the states, its women this, women that… here it’s about working together with men.”

“Stronger and bigger, doesn’t always equate to better. Sure, we may be superior in many ways. Still, I say we need men to balance things out. To say we don’t seems stupid. We work best together.”

“Guess so…” Georgine tucked hands behind her head. “Makes sense.”

“You still got loads to learn kid, for now rest up for your first day on the job.”

**

“We are gonna build.” Jace unrolled the plans he’d been working on for three months solid.

“Jace aren’t we doing that already?” Ace asked causing the rest of the men on the tabletop and the women seated round the table to laugh.

“Funny… now look.” Jace checked to make sure the projector was working so the giant women could see.

“A new prison complex!?” Ace wailed. “The cost of this is gonna be astronomical!”

“Yep, I just secured 2 trillion to build a new complex on the northern end of the island. Gonna start surveying tomorrow.”

“Two… Trillion!?”Ace yelled. “Who has two trillion to build a prison?”

“The nations who are sending women here.” Jace replied, not bothering to look up from the map. “Prison, desalinization plant, power plant, sewers, waste treatment plant, fields for crop development, and loads more.”

Dafne smiled knowingly. Jace had secured this money by threatening leak information about prisoner treatment and or send prison ships back under the excuse of overcrowding. Sarah Ragsdale had fallen all over herself to get countries to fund new construction. She did it out of profit motive for the company, Nations contributed
to keep scary giant women from roaming free.

“Space for…” Ace looked at the map, ran the figures in his head, and then stared right at Jace.

“Yup.”

“Jace…” Ace paused, “not that I’m saying you didn’t think of this, but you realize that the population will reach 15,000 plus should all this be completed.

“Not should, will.” Jace looked up at the giant women surrounding them. “Sure gonna need your help.”

“You got it boss.” Grace, the newest group director, answered immediately, “We won’t let you down.”

Dafne rolled her eyes at the young woman’s eagerness. Truth was, this was going to be a mammoth job, even for mammoth people.

Jace, ever the optimist, smiled while pointing up at Grace…

“I like your enthusiasm!”

by Kurogane335 » Mon Jan 21, 2019 6:59 am

by running man » Sun Jan 27, 2019 5:15 am

Georgine started the morning in a grumpy mood.

Her work group had been called up while Annika’s got to stay home. “Perhaps if your group had worked faster…” grumbled Gerogine as she walked, voice mimicking her German friend.

One thing did cheer her, Annika invited her to move in. The meaning was clear, they were going to try a relationship. Before

Georgine left, she bounded over and nervously gave Annika a peck on the cheek. Plus a wink that Adian missed, but Annika understood.

All things considered, Adian had a great night. It didn’t start off great, it started off cold. Sheets designed to cover giants, don’t do as well when you are small. One move by Georgine and they slid right off him. Thankfully, Annika was looking out for him. She’d covered him with her hand to warm him, her thumb his pillow. That German woman was tough as nails, but also highly protective over him.

He’d been genuinely worried she’d flex her hand while sleeping and crush him.

Didn’t happen.

She was gentle and he appreciated it beyond words.

Adian was genuinely happy for Georgine and Annika. Love was a very precious thing, something incredibly difficult to find, especially the way the world was now. Back in the states, women treated men as objects. If you had some skill, like he did, they tolerated you, only because you could do something for them. Otherwise, you had no value. It was a hard lesson Adain learned watching his older sister’s morph into people he barely recognized. They became entitled, least that’s what Adain thought, demanding more food, more clothing, bigger homes, and subservience from those round him.

Life changed round him, cities being rapidly redesigned to meet the needs of women. Generally this meant bigger everything. The government said all must make sacrifices in the new order.

Only men made sacrifices, their goods and income confiscated, then redistributed to women.

That’s why he’d come here to these islands. Nothing was left in the states for a fella.

His sisters didn’t even say goodbye.

He expected his treatment to be much the same here, but it wasn’t.

These women, they appreciated men. After his experiences on the mainland, it felt odd, contrived, which aroused his suspicions.

After a time, it was clear it wasn’t contrived. These women treated men like real people. Yes, women were bigger, but there was no lording that fact over those who were smaller. Instead, men were valued here, not for what they could do for women, but rather for who they were as people.

He stretched and when he did, the hand covering him moved away.

“Did you get enough sleep little one?”

He turned over and when he did, enormous lips softly pressed against him.

Adain was stunned. Now this was the way to wake up!

Without thinking, he reached out and touched her bottom lip, watching as the plush skin stretched as Annika smiled. She had such perfectly white teeth. It wasn’t lost on him that each tooth was nearly as large as his head.

She’d kissed him.

A woman who had supermodel looks had kissed him.

He pulled his hand away.

“It’s quite alright.” She cooed.

“I-I dunno,” Adian licked his lips, mimicking was she was doing on a far larger scale. “Aren’t you gonna be hitched up to Georgine?”

“Yes.” Annika chuckled. “But she wants you and I decided I want you. If you’ll have us?” she said soft.

It boggled the mind. Annika, this amazing, intelligent, beautiful, giant woman was asking him if he wanted a relationship. What’s more, if he said no, she’d be accepting of that. It was his choice. The power was his to say yes or no.

As if sensing his thoughts, she laughed, breath ruffling his hair. “Your choice, I would never force you to do something against your will. I have too much respect for you to do that.

“So you and Gerogine and um… me would be.”

“Lovers, yes.”

Adian was too stunned to speak.

“Think about it, being in a relationship is hard work, it’s not all love letters and roses. I’m sure you will see us both at our worst and our best.”

“Yes.” He said firm.

“Yes?” she asked hopefully, lowering her head down to see him better.

“Yes, I wana try.” Adian was entranced by her deep blue eyes.

She let out a breath, “Good, I’m happy and I know Gerogine will be ecstatic.” He watched as she stretched out to grab her giant mobile. “Let’s tell Gerogine shall we? After that, perhaps you’d like to go with me to the gym?”

“The gym?”

“Yes, I like to work out on my days off.”

“Okay.”

Just like that, he was in a relationship.

**

Dafne was powerless to stop it.

Jace was deeper than he’d ever been.

“Fuck…” she huffed as her breasts billowed bigger.

Concentrating, she massaged his whole body with her vaginal muscles. Even at her size, she could feel his cock, intuitively knew he was about to release. She also knew, that when he did release, she’d climax as well.

He felt so small within her, but he had complete power over her.

Dafne’s hands moved to her hips, legs widening, her body preparing to unleash another massive orgasm. The fourth, this morning.

“I’m gonna… cover you!” she moaned. “Flood you!”

He climaxed, she feeling each minuscule drop with such an intensity that tingles engulfed her whole body, a shiver running up her spine.

In that moment, she and Jace were truly one.

A delightful spasm as her sex flushed him out.

“Uhhh! Dafne gasped as she then squired all over him. Taut abs flexed “Uhhh!” another flood left her. “More!” she cried. Her body didn’t disappoint, releasing more to coat him.

“Mine….” She growled possessively.

She felt him, gingerly touch the inside of her upper thigh.

The urge was too strong to resist, she plucked him right up and licked him clean. Jace was so worn out, he barely moved as she did so. Without a word, she lay him in the chasm between her slowly dwindling breasts.

Closing her eyes, Dafne felt her body relax in the afterglow of a massive orgasm. A massive orgasm, due to her being massive. She now stood a whopping 90 feet tall.

While she didn’t speak of it, Dafne was becoming genuinely worried that the growth wouldn’t stop. She’d just keep getting bigger… and bigger… and still bigger. Jace was really small, she guessed five inches at her scale. She didn’t want him to be smaller, she wanted the growth to stop.

“Jace…” she said soft. She didn’t wish to broach the subject. Together, they had precious little time alone, but the situation was rapidly coming to a head.

“Yes?”

“The rumblings are getting louder.”

“You mean?” he sighed, trying to force the urge to sleep from his mind.

“Yes. The women on this island are about to take over.”

“I just hope no one gets hurt.”

“No one on this island will, but those on the main land, I think they are going be in for a shock.” Dafne idly scratched her tummy. “I mean these women, they are far and away bigger than anyone in the outside world. No one can stop 15,000 super-giants. Not without incredible damage in live and property.”

“They have a leader I suppose?”

“They wanted me to be their leader.”

Jace raised his head to look up at Dafne. Well… Dafne’s chin anyway.

“Of course, I said no. I want no part of it. The only thing I wana do, is be near you.”

“That’s all I want.” Jace rolled over, placing hands behind head, luxuriating in the warmth radiating from Dafne’s body. “I just wana lie on the beach and listen to the waves roll in.”

“Long as you lay on me and listen to the waves.” she chuckled, shaking him. Jace loving the way her voice reverberated through her body and through him.

“No more responsibility, no more worries, just being with you.”

Dafne sighed longingly at the thoughts his words conjured in her mind.

“The ringleader is a woman named Grace.”

“Oh the one dating Ace?”

“Yup. The plan is simple, get bigger and start swimming.”

“Do you think they can make it? I mean even big that’s quite a swim. I don’t know…”

“You’ve created the biggest and the strongest humans on the planet, Jace.”

He bristled at that, “Well I wouldn’t--”

“You strengthened them though work, you feed them enormous amounts of food, clothe them, shelter them, you ensure first rate medical care. What’d yah think was going to happen?” Dafne full on laughed when he remained silent.

“It was just about treating them as people, meeting their needs and creating a home. I had no nefarious plan in doing so, I just wanted them to, to just feel like any person would. You know, valued, and… and such.”

“Jace, talk to that funny little mad scientist, convince him not to ship genetically enhanced food from this island.”

“Why?” he was genuinely lost to her reasoning.

“If that food hits the mainland, I sure women will resume growing. More and more giant women, mean more and more resources. I know a little about Malthus too, the planet cannot cope. There won’t be enough land mass to grow food, starvation will hit.”

“I dunno if I could convince him.”

“You will.” Dafne said with surety. “You could sell wood to a forest.”

Jace laughed.

For a time there was silence between them.

“If I do as you ask. If the only people getting this enhanced food are those on this island. If you, and the other women continue to grow… You will become gods.”

Dafne blanched. “No I…”

“If the growth continues, nothing on the planet will stop any of you from doing as they please.”

“Except their own conscience.”

He didn’t buy that. “Power is corrupting, no one is immune.”

“They’ve learned here, Jace.” Dafne stretched out a hand, tip of one finger touching his hair. “They’ve learned to work with others, to value men, to be better people.”

“Easily forgotten when they hold power.”

“I don’t think so. You forget how much sway you have with them, these women adore you Jace. A word of advice here or there from you and they would listen.”

“I dunno…”

“C’mon, you’re supposed to be the optimist.”

“Yeah…”

“Go talk to Grace, go tell her your thoughts, let that be the test of whether or not giants will listen.

**

Those that crave an adrenaline high have been known to dive off cliffs into the sea, or use a wing suit to zoom along, or parachute out of a plane.

None of those activities matched the adrenaline rush Adian was feeling at the moment.

He was going so fast. The world was a blur.

Each of her footfalls shook him, the peak of each stride made him feel weightless.

Annika was jogging.

Adian had no idea this world existed, the giant women had a whole exercise facility, to include an outdoor track. The very outdoor track Annika was running on.

She was racing.

It was an spur-of-the-moment sort of thing. Couple other ladies had issued the challenge and Annika readily accepted.

Adian could tell, Annika loved competition and respected those whom she competed against.

And… she loved to win.

Right now, she was winning, and winning against women taller than she.

He’d been tucked away right into her sports bra. She wore precious little, form fitting black shorts and a tiny sports bra. Clothes so tight he could see her religion! Tiny was relative, each cup of her bra had more fabric in it that all his clothing combined.
With each of her steps, he was weightless for a moment before being slammed down. To her, the movement of breasts might not be terribly noticeable. To Adain, it was one hell of a roller coaster!

She won.

Annika, he found, was gracious in victory and in defeat. He could tell, she hated losing. Fine by him, Adian didn’t much enjoy losing either.

After a short walk to cool down she sprawled out in the grass. Her head propped up on a small rise, a little bump of a hill, which made it easier to look down at him.

“Are you alright little one?”

Damn she was doting on him. Honesty, it felt good, especially after what he’d experienced in the states.

“Yes,” he crawled free of her bra, only then did Adain notice he was soaked in her sweat. “You were faster than green grass though a goose!”

She had to think on that for an instant, then laughed.

“I’ve gotten you smelly.”

“S’alight.”

Her eyes tracked up to the sky. “I love the outdoors, nature is so very beautiful. I love it all the more now, the wonderful freedom to walk outside in the fresh air, to be surrounded by living things.”

“It was bad for you,” Adian watched as those blue eyes tracked back to him. “Wasn’t it?”

She swallowed hard.

“I was thinking, perhaps I could ask about your trailer. You need a spot that is yours, not always having to deal with giant women and giant stuff.”

She changed the subject and he let her, no need to press.

Her reasoning made sense to him. Knowing the electrics as he did, Adian figured it’d be easy to jury-rig a hook up. Water might be tougher, course he knew a few guys with experience in plumbing. Like a few hundred or so…

“Perhaps a shower?” she asked cutting off this thoughts.

“Yeah, that’d be good.”

Annika grinned. “With me.”

Oh boy… Thought a suddenly nervous Adian.

**


“Is it true then?” asked Jace.


Grace licked her lips.


Caught. She knew it would be stupid to lie, further it would be an insult to Mr. Reuten. She couldn’t bring herself to lie to a man who had done so much for her and the rest of the women on this island.

The emotion was too much, a tear slid down Grace’s cheek.

“We want revenge Mr. Reuten, all of us want our revenge and - we’ll have it!” she hissed low.

“Please, just call me Jace, huh?”

Grace nodded at the little man sitting on her table top.

“I’m not much for violence.”

“I know… Jace.” Grace couldn’t bring herself to look at him. It felt like a betrayal. It was a betrayal, whispering behind his back about plans to leave this island.

“This ah…” he paused. “Look I’m not gonna sit here and try to change your mind. All of you were treated awfully, like animals. You aren’t animals, you’re people, wonderful people, and have the same right to pursue happiness as anyone else.”

“Thank you.” Now the tears fell in earnest. Grace let them fall.

“They have to pay, Jace.” Now she looked up at him, “They will pay.”

“I have no doubt.”

She watched as he shifted in his chair. “Have you thought about what happens after? After you punish those in power?”

“We are still working that out, that’s what is holding us back from putting things in motion.”

“You’d have to rule. I mean, after taking revenge, there’d be no one else to rule.”

“You’re right, of course. I’ve spent many sleepless nights thinking about what comes after.”

“I find comfort in that.”

“You do?”

“Yes, means you have a conscience. Dafne said you did, and now I’ve got proof.”

“I… we… don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Unavoidable really. Revolutions aren’t made with rose water.”

“Huh?” Grace quirked her head to one side.

“An old expression,” Jace sighed. “Violence is part and parcel of revolution. What if I told you, I’ve been giving some thought to your dilemma?”

“I’d dearly like to hear it, you’re the smartest person I know.”

Jace laughed. “Thanks for the compliment, but you need to talk with Dafne. She’ll tell you, I have moments of great stupidity.”

Grace smiled, using a hand she roughly wiped the tears away.

“I’ve chatted with Dr Leo.”

“Oh the weird scientist guy?”

“Yeah,” Jace chucked. “I’ve told Washington he’s having some… issues… with the new genetically enhanced plants.

Grace eyed him for a long moment. “That’s terrible.”

“There will be a delay in shipping food to the rest of the world. He has to… test… this food.”

“On us.”

“Right.” Smart, thought Jace, Grace was smart. Little wonder the others had made her the leader.”

“Course the largest produce will only be tested on a very select group of super giants. I explained to Washington, this was necessary should anything go wrong.”

“Only prudent.” Grace added.

“Do you have any test subjects in mind?”

“I’m sure I can find some participants.”

“I also explained my concerns to the powers in Washington that this may lead to a dramatic increase in size. Dr. Leo says upwards of 500 feet or more. They felt the risks were warranted.”

Grace’s expression turned dark. “Of course they thought it was warranted.” Bitches in the states were happy to use them as guinea pigs. Once the food was proven safe they’d hog it all and get bigger to ensure only the chosen held power. Jace was circumventing the plan.

Jace didn’t want to say it, but forged ahead. “I’ve been instructed to find a means to eliminate this test group before they grow too big.”

Grace’s lips became a taut line, her teeth audibly gnashed together.

“So…” Jace continued. “…you know of some participants?”

“I believe I can find some.” Grace crossed her arms over her chest.

“Good, be a shame if this experiment got out of control before the test group could be… eliminated.”

A dark smile from her. “Yes, a shame.”

Jace stood. “Would you possibly do me a favor?”

“I’d do anything for you Jace.” Grace swallowed. “Any and all would do anything for you. Just need ask.”

“Maybe put your revolution on hold, you’ve got time, you need the time.”

“Done.” Grace held out her hand, palm up. An invitation for him to hop on so she could carry him safely back to Dafne.

“Someone that size…” Jace climbed into her hand to then look up directly into her eyes. “a group of people 500 foot plus, may as well be gods, after all they could do as they pleased.” He shrugged. “Who could stop them?”

“A hierarchy…” whispered Grace. “The most powerful ruling over all. Like Gods on Olympus.”

“People like that, gotta have a good moral compass. Not let power go to their head. People like that are hard to find.”

“Not if you help.”

Jace was afraid she’d say something like that.

It was cold.

Bone chilling cold.

The absurdity of this was not lost on Georgine. On a tropical island yet in their room it felt like winter. The culprit, a malfunctioning air conditioning system. Cold air ran continuously. Aidan and the little fellows were working hard, checking connections, and replacing faulty thermostats. Despite their working fast, there was a lotta ground to cover if you were wee bitty sized.

Georgine moved to snug up against her larger love and was immediately rewarded.

Annika slid her arm beneath Georgine’s head and pulled her close.

“Aren’t you cold?” Georgine draped her arm across Annika’s tummy and one leg across her lover’s upper thigh.

“No.”

As usual, her German lover was succinct by way of response.

Georgine had gotten used to it; Annika was not much of a talker. She was blunt, gruff, and hard as nails. Having known her for a time, Georgine knew that underneath that armor, Annika was quiet, kind, and fiercely protective.

Peeking up, Georgine caught Annika looking quite pensive as she gazed downward at Aidan. The bitty guy was nestled right between Annika, huge breasts complete with little blanket and pillow. Aidan, mused Georgine, was the deepest of deep sleepers. The result of a clear conscience is what her mom would have said. More likely he was just worn from working so hard. Little guys work ethic certainly had impressed Annika. That was quite an accomplishment.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

“Will it?” Asked Annika. “The fates are so cruel. Just when I find love, when I can be loved, it slips from my grasp.”

“We will find a way to make it work.” Georgine patted Annika’s tummy. “You won’t get rid of us that easy.”

“I don’t know how,” Annika, as always was direct. “If the experiment is successful, I’ll be so giant that…” A tear broke though the wall of stoicism and slid down her cheek.

“We – will – find a way, Georgine repeated firm. “The only way it won’t work is if you refuse to try.”

“A few weeks ago, if you had said I would be voted as one of the chosen…” Annika chuckled mirthlessly, “…I would have laughed. Now I’m slated to become the biggest of the very big.”

Georgine slid her fingers back and forth across the vast expanse of Annika’s tummy, wishing she could find the words that would reassure her love it was all going to be okay.

“How will it change me?” Annika whispered. “Being so big. Who could say no to me?”

“Aidan.” Gerogine smiled.

As Gerogine trailed soft kisses down her neck Annika pondered that. It was true. Her connection to Aidan would be the link holding her to humanity amidst the awful work ahead.

**

“No!”

Dafne’s ire was up and Jace backed off a bit.

An odd place to be having an argument, he was sitting on her left breast, atop a very firm nipple.

“Here I wana fuck and you gotta go bring up that bullshit again.” She grumped.

With a devious smile on lips, Jace stretched out one hand and ran it over the contours of her big nipple.

“uh…” she grunted at the sudden wave of pleasurable sensation bore by his touch.

Jace felt the elevator ride begin as her breasts began to expand.

“You could help loads of people Dafne.”

“I don’t want to help loads of people Jace, or create a new world, or any of that crap.”

He began to massage her nipple a tad faster. “Dafne--”

“I just wana be with you!” She bellowed.

Tears began to fall.

Jace stopped.

Dafne wasn’t prone to being weepy. Something was troubling her, he guessed it went far deeper than just the other women wanting her to join the - chosen.

“I just wana be with you.” She breathed.

“And I wana be with you.” He soothed.

“You saved me.”

“Huh?”

She roughly wiped the tears away. “I was bitter and angry after the divorce. I hated everything about what my life had become. Flat broke, feeling old, and hopelessly lost.”

He held on as she let out a pained sigh.

“Then you came along, a funny little guy who offered friendship, then love. You pulled me out of myself, caused the sun to shine again in my life. All the while, I worried about it all coming to a crashing halt. Worried that I’d lose you.”

“Dafne...” Now it was Jace’s turn to sigh. “You aren’t gonna lose me.”

“I will if I continue to grow. I’m now 100 feet Jace. One-hundred fucking feet tall! I’m the largest person on this island. Given my propensity to grow, if I go off and let that goober inject me with his chemical cocktail, and stuff me like a pig with his enhanced food, I’ll get so damned big that…that…” The tears returned.

“That what?” he asked.

“That I won’t be able to hear you, or touch you without fear of hurting you.” She wiped her face. “You are about four inches on my scale, Jace. Hell this toy I love to use while you watch is eight feet long.” She picked up the big phallus and placed it in the canyon between her breasts. “How big will it to be when I grow larger? You heard that scientist doof, I could reach 500 feet, maybe more!”

It was a sobering thought. He found himself gazing idly at that giant dildo below from his perch atop her nipple.

“Jace, you’d be under an inch and that dildo would be some forty feet long. Shit, you’d be so little you could move into my vagina and live. She laughed, “Get you some furniture, and you’d be all set.”

He knew she was being facetious, but it was a good point. How big was too big? He’d thought the same and didn’t know the answer.

He resumed idly playing with her nipple, watching as Dafne sexily slid her hands down the sides of her body. All the way to her black panties. Deftly, she slid them off.

“All I wana be is your girl Jace. I’m happiest in that role. Let those young bucks go off and run the world. You know what I want?

“To fuck?”

“You little dirty talker you!” She laughed so hard, he bounced right down the side of her breast and onto that huge phallus. “Yeah, I wana do that, but you know what I want?”

“What?” Jace decided it best not to try and stand as the surface of the phallus was smooth.

“I want no more work. Hell, I’m in my early forties and thanks to your financial successes we’ve got gobs of cash. I wana retire Jace. You know, relax? She smirked down at him.

He had to admit, after all this work all the time, it did sound good.

Seeing him mull the idea over, Dafne decided it best to toss a few more ideas out. “How bout forgetting about Ragsdale and company, huh? Let it go Jace, let go of that desire for revenge. She’ll be in plenty of hot water over the decisions she’s made should this revolution be successful.”

She bit her lower lip, worried she’d transgressed by broaching the subject.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” she asked hopefully.

He smiled. “Yeah, let’s do that. After all this blows over. I wana just… relax. Maybe just enjoy life.”

She smiled… “Fantastic!

Jace?”

“huh?”

“I love you, I have for a long time.”

“Love you too.”

**
Annika closed her eyes, feeling her body respond to Georgine’s kisses.

“We had better get up and begin the day.”

“Why?” Georgine rasped, her breath washing over Annika’s ear. “Why do you always make excuses when I want to make love to you?”

“I’m not making excuses.”

“Yes-you-are.” Georgine moved her hand lower, right under Annika’s panties, fingers touching the precisely trimmed bit of pubic hair.

Annika far larger hand wrapped round Georgine’s wrist, halting any further movement

“What are you scared of?”

“I’m not scared of anything.”

“Lies…” Georgine rasped, then laughed.

“Are you scared of hurting him? Hurting me?” Gerogine began to twist the hand held by Annika. “Is that why you keep all that passion bottled up?”

“You, I won’t hurt.” Annika growled while letting go of Gerogine’s hand. “You are such a pest.”

“Me?” Georgine laughed. “How bout you?”

“Me?” Annika raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah you, All pedantic.”

“Pedantic? That is a big word.” Teased Annika “You sure you know what that means?”

“Har..har.” Georgine playfully nipped at Annika’s ear lobe. “Didn’t you get enough hugs at home? Every time I touch you, you stiffen up like a steel beam.”

“When you are as big as I am you need be careful about being carried away by passion.”

“Well, you don’t gotta worry about that, you’re a cold fish.”

“Cold fish?” Annika didn’t get the meaning.

“A cool customer… Must be difficult…” Georgine began slowly trailing kisses down Annika’s neck while her hand delved down just a tad deeper. “Keeping all that passion tamped down. Is that why you are always at the gym?”

“I enjoy working out, keeps me from getting pudgy like you.”

“Ouch! Georgine replied teasingly. “You always take poor Aidan with you, little guy has the best physique on the island. Course if you asked me, I think it’s because you like the feel of him between your big ole boobs.”

“I…” Annika swallowed, breath hitching as Georgine ran fingers along her labia. “Stop…”

“Stop what?” asked Georgine while trailing kisses across one of Annika’s broad shoulder. Gently she pushed one finger then another into a very wet sex.

“You don’t know what you are starting.”

“Oh, I bet I do… Wouldn’t you like to feel him in you?” Georgine smiled. “Feel him deep inside, I hear it’s incredible.”

“I’d hurt—”

“Well good morning Aidan!”

At Georgine’s cheery call Annika looked down to find him watching the goings on with rapt attention.

Annika blushed mightily. “I apologize for waking you, Georgine does not understand the word no.”

“Don’t need this…” Georgine pulled her other hand free and lifted Aidan’s blanket away.

“or this…” his pillow was next.

“or those.”

He got the hint and shimmied out of his bottoms.

“Damn…. You do have a nice physique!” Georgine giggled. “Now how about doing a bit of mountain climbing to give Annika’s nipple a bit of attention?”

Aidan did as bid, scrambling up the sensitive slope and wholeheartedly setting to work.

Annika moaned. She was quickly losing control of the situation. “Aidan I don’t want you to feel pressured, you don’t – Oh!!”

He’d just used his teeth to nip her nipple!

She watched the little man hang on as her breasts began to grow. It felt astounding!

“Wait…where are you going?” cried Annika as Georgine moved away.

“I’m moving lower, dummy. Don’t worry, I know how the equipment works.” Georgine winked at Annika saucily while removing pesky panties before setting to work.
Annika’s equipment was lots bigger, thought Georgine, be huge to Aidan. Now, she’d never done this with a woman, but… meh, how tough could it be?

Aiden held on as gorgeous Annika arched her back. Each time she moved, the breast he was on shifted mightily.

Every sensation was novel. Annika had never experienced anything like this, her boobs were growing, Georgine was working wonders with her tongue and…

“Hey!”

Annika raised up slightly

Georgine was grinning wide. “Someone’s a virgin!” she said in a sing song voice.

An embarrassed Annika flopped down again.

“S’alight. I am too.”

“You are?” Annika whispered to Aidan. Suddenly she felt better about the situation.

“You two are hopeless!” cried Georgine, before suddenly grinning again. “Oh Adian? she sang "Wana help break down some barriers?”

Annika got what Georgine was hinting at. “No.” she said firm, “I’ll not risk hurting him.”

“Thought you might say that, you big party pooper you. No worries! I planned ahead.”

“What?”

Both Annika and Aiden looked on as a naked Georgine bounded over to her locker. Rummaging round a bit she found what she needed and turned round.

“Tah-dah!” she cried out excitedly.

“That’s a…” Annika.

“You know, you can say it.” Georgine laughed. “A double dildo, Jeez!!”

Bounding back, she crashed down into the bed again, the action caused Annika to protect Aidan from flying off by covering him with a hand.

“Let’s see how this fits.”

Annika wasn’t ready for what Georgine was about to…

“Scheisse!”

“What?” asked Georgine, “I barely pushed it in, I know I didn’t break your—”

“Easy!” huffed Annika.

“Whatevs!” Georgine waved a hand dismissively. “Okay, Aidan ready to do some exploring?”

“I said—”

“He’s gonna be fine.” Georgine rolled her eyes. “You can’t hurt him if he’s inside this!”

“You mean?”

“Duh!” Georgine slapped Annika’s hand away and plucked up Aiden. “For someone so smart, you sure ask a lotta dumb questions. This is gonna be so fun!”

“Wait!” Annika commanded.

Georgine stopped immediately.

“Aiden. I don’t want to force you into anything.”

“Let’s try, I’m up for it.”

“Right then.” Annika relented, to Georgine’s delight.

“See the wee bitty hatch?” prodded Georgine.

To Aidan, nothing about this phallus was –wee bitty. Still he popped the little latch and slipped inside.

“He-is-awesome sauce!” cooed Georgine.

“What?” Annika’s brows knitted in confusion. “You say the strangest things.”

“Hush it!” Georgine could hardly wait. She began some serious maneuvering to get the … “Move your leg yah big lug!”

Annika moved, impressed by Georgines dexterity in moving her legs round. She was enthralled watching her smaller love slip one end of a rather big phallus within. Georgine bit her lip and grunted, which gave Annika the impression that it was a very tight fit. It also impressed her that Gerogine was willing to accept a bit of discomfort on her part to ensure the sex toy was big enough…

…Annika lost the thought the moment the tip of the phallus entered her.

“Hold my hands.”

Annika did so. Clasping both of Georgine’s hands.

“I’m gonna go slow, but it’s probably gonna smart when…” Gerogine grinned. “Well you’ll know soon enough.”

Annika lurched when Georgine punched though.

“Gentle!”

“Oopsie!” Gerogine responded coyly.

An unimpressed Annika clamped down on Georgine’s hands.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch…”

Annika relaxed her grip, moving her body to work in rhythm with Georgine.

Aiden held on to anything he could as the surface round him flexed every which dang way.

He found by sprawling out both arms and legs he could stay put. It worked for a time until condensation began for form on the circular walls. Big fat droplets fell everywhere, all caused by the heat and humidity generated by the two women.

The phallus was clear, though he couldn’t see much out of it due to the heavy coating of arousal. With one especially hard thrust he was sent zipping deep into the darkness of Georgine. Another and he slid back into the light briefly then plunged into the darkness of Annika.

He was powerless to stop the ping-pong sliding so… he enjoyed the moment. Two huge women working toward equally huge orgasms. What wasn’t there to like?
The mere sent of their arousal made his member hard. The –hatch- he’d crawled in by wasn’t exactly wet proof. Great gobs were slopping down to then be flung all over. What was a tad unnerving was the sounds of the phallus poping and squeaking as powerful muscles compressed it on all sides.

While inexperienced, Aiden could tell both women were near climax.

When it happened, the phallus yawed tremendously, but held.

“Mine!” bellowed Annika.

“Yours…” Georgine responded soft as droplets of Annika’s release fell across her legs.

“Oh shit!!”

“What?” Annika had barely recovered from climax.

“I’m late!”

“Late?” huffed Annika. “You mean?”

“Yes!” Georgine wiggled free, falling off the bed in the process. Springing to her feet, she darted round the room, throwing on clothes. “Work!!”

Gently, Annika withdrew the phallus, which Georgine had so roughly discarded on her end.

“Poor guy….” Soothed Annika as Gerogine hopped round while pulling pants on.

The little entrance was easy enough to find, one fingernail pried it open.

Aiden popped out, happy for fresh air.

The door slammed.

“That girl…” Annika shook her head before returning her attentions to Aiden. The instincts were too powerful to resist.

She slurped him up.

Within her mouth, Aiden really didn’t have much time to think as her tongue bandied him about effortlessly.

Seconds later he was in her hand.

Annika was mortified, she’d just…

“Whoa… someone stop the world from spinning.” Aiden fell forward. “Whata ride!”

“Are you okay?!” cried Annika in a rare burst of emotion.

“Yes.” He responded while sitting up. “Now that’s two experiences I’d never thought I’d have! In a toy and in a mouth!” he laughed.

Annika smiled, Aiden was tough. She liked that.

“Now, I may be new at this, but I do believe it only fair that you have some fun, no?”

Aiden smiled wide, anticipating another new experience.

**
Alone.

Grace cried uncontrollably and had done so since Ace had gone.

It was the toughest thing she’d ever done in ending their relationship.

The women, her sisters had elected her to the group of seven. They would be the arbiters. A ruling council charting the future of humanity. As such they would be the biggest on Earth.

She’d be far too big to be with Ace.

He’d been stunned by her heartlessness. The coldness she displayed. The lack of any explanation.

Grace could see the hurt in his eyes, the confusion.

She wanted him to be mad at her, to yell, to call her names.

He didn’t…

He walked away.

“It’s for the best…for the best.” Grace kept repeating the mantra, hoping if she said it enough, her mind would accept the lie and her body would stop aching for his touch.

That she would feel… nothing.

With one finger she absently drew lines in the sand as the waves crashed on the beach. Her whole body ached for him, needed him near. The tears would not stop.

“I can’t…” Grace shook her head. “I can’t mix him up in this. Can’t—”

“Didn’t know being single was a requirement for a revolutionary.”

At hearing the familiar voice, Grace looked back over her shoulder at Dafne.

“It’s for the best.” She said soft while roughly wiping tears away.

“Bullshit.”

“I don’t wana be lectured!” Grace barked. “Especially by someone who isn’t willing to make sacrifices to help the cause!”

Dafne laughed. “Is that supposed to make me feel all guilty and shit?”

“Did you get arrested for the crime of being big?” Grace asked scornfully, knowing the answer. “Get tossed in a pit like a piece of trash? Sent to these islands in a hell ship?”

“Nope, nope, and nope.”

“Then shut up Dafne!”

Grace’s anger rose another notch at hearing Dafne laugh again.

“Poor Gracie baby! The world done you wrong, so now you’re gonna be the biggest and show em’!”

Grace stood. “Damn right I am! They are gonna pay for what was done!”

“Here I thought you were smart.” Dafne tisked. “Guess you never heard the phrase, life is unfair.”

“That’s rich coming from you! Grace strode up to an unimpressed Dafne and poked the taller woman in the shoulder. “Miss, I married a billionaire and can do what I want!”

“Oh ouch!” Dafne raised a hand, making stabbing motions to her chest with an imaginary dagger. “You wound me Gracie girl!”

“Fuck you!”

“Whatever,” Dafne raised a hand waving it dismissively. “I’ve held my tongue long enough, this whole revenge shit is beyond stupid. The world treated you bad, so
you’re gonna grow and make everyone small do as you say.”

“No!” Shouted Grace

“Yes!” Dafne shouted right back.

“You’ll see, we are gonna make a better world for all!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah... sure you are. The road to hell and all that… you’ll end up hurting people and being a bully.”

Grace couldn’t hold back, she lunged at Dafne who deftly side stepped. Sticking out a foot, she tripped up Grace who landed face first in the sand.

“See?” Dafne put her hands on hips. “You are nothing more than a two-bit thug. Can’t handle a difference of opinion without becoming violent. Good thing you dumped Ace, I’d hate to see what you would do to him if he dared voice disagreement. Course, maybe that’s why you dumped him, I mean gods don’t need the little folk asking questions do they? Shit next thing you know, little people might want equality. Can’t have that, can we?”

“You are a bitch!” Spat Grace.

“Yeah.” Dafne shrugged in agreement.

Grace stood, brushing herself off, back to the older woman.

For a time silence between them.

“So we don’t do anything.” Grace finally spoke. “We just let the world go on, let those who put us here go on with their happy lives. Let a bunch of over entitled women run things and treat guys like crap.”

“I didn’t say that.” Dafne walked over, placing hands on the smaller woman’s shoulders, she gently turned her round. “You can still have your revenge, but there are other ways to accomplish it besides using violence to create some imagined utopia.”

“Like?” Grace asked dismissive.

“Like, doing what you are doing here, working with men, giving them respect, giving them love. Do the same in the wider world and you’ll gain far more coverts to your way of thinking. No one likes to be forced into anything Grace. Work within the system to change things.”

“Your husband didn’t voice opposition to my plan.”

“Didn’t he? Jace doesn’t like violence, he told as much. He is uncomfortable telling you what to do. All he did is give options. ” Dafne sighed. “You know, I’ve learned lots from Jace. Mostly, I’ve learned patience. He has a knack for waiting for just the right moment to take a course of action. Wait for the right moment Grace, wait for your opponent to make a mistake, then strike. You don’t have to upend everything to get what you want.”

“What about that super food? We just tell that doctor guy no thanks?”

“No, eat it and grow. Think of it as a safety measure, an insurance policy in case those outside this island do something stupid.”

Grace nodded. “I’ll think about—”

“And get your ass over to Ace and apologize.”

“No, I treated him so badly I—”

“Yeah yah did. Just explain what you were thinking, let him hear about all your cloak and dagger games. Mostly say you are sorry.”

Again, Grace was silent for a time. “It’s gonna be hard to convince the women on this island. I mean they’ve committed to this and…” she looked up at Dafne.

“We need you.”

“Oh no.” Dafne let go of Grace’s shoulders. “Not me.”

“You are the only one who pulls enough weight to hold us together. Everyone respects you.”

“You don’t get it. I’m older than you young pups. I just wana relax, wana retire and enjoy life with Jace.”

Grace put it blunt. “Without you, I can’t hold the factions together. I – Need- You.”

Dafne was about to speak when…

“Come quick!!”

Both looked over to see Georgine running toward them.

“We,” she huffed.

“You what?” barked Dafne.

“We found spies!” Georgine panted.

**

A subpoena from the U.S. Government. More specifically the House Oversight Committee.

“Great…” murmured Jace while looking at the paper. “Just Great.” He’d made it to the big leagues now. Seemed ages ago when he was living a quiet life in states running the rental business. The twists and turns of fate had led him to the here and now.

Obviously, they were going to question him. Looking at the specifics of the ten-page letter, they wanted to know every single detail concerning every single thing. Least he had a month to pull all his data together to send for review. He then had another month to answer written questions about the information he was compelled to send to the committee. In the month after that, the committee would be visiting the island, and then he had to travel to Washington to appear before the committee for testimony.

“So four months before I gotta go to Washington.” He let out a pained sigh while looking out his window into the great beyond of Dafne’s space. His little home sitting atop her nightstand. Here it was his world. Out the window, her world.

Dafne would hit the roof when she heard about this.

As big as she was, she could go through the roof…

**

“Damn this ceiling is low.”

“It is not low,” Corrected Grace while appraising Dafne, “You are very tall.”

“So I am.” Dafne put her hands on hips and looked down at the three women. “the triple stupids.” She proclaimed with a shake of her head.

“You know these three?” Grace looked up at Dafne.

“Oh we know each other, don’t we girls?”

The three women looked down, clearly about to wet their pants due to fear.

“These three beat up Jace went we were still in the states. Beat him up, stole his truck, and left him on the side of the road.”

Annika standing near was so incensed at the thought of Mr. Reuten being hurt that she could not control her emotions. Stepping forward she slugged the nearest woman. Girl went down like a sack of potatoes. The other two cowered back further, pressing hard up against the concrete wall.

“Damn you got a hell of a punch.” Dafne was impressed. “You took all three of em out by yourself?

“I like to box, good for keeping in shape.” Annika said succinct.

“Uh-huh…” Dafne muttered. “So where’s the proof?”

“They are refusing to talk, no matter we have what we need.” Annika opened up a small, for her laptop. “These three, were sending encrypted messages, but forgot they were on our server. “Marta…” Annika snagged the smaller woman by the arm and pulled her forward. “Our network monitor, found and logged all their messages.”
“Sneaky the way they did it.” Marta had worked up the courage to speak. “They rarely sent a message back to their handlers. Instead, they linked hidden attachments to mundane work orders. So when each of the work groups opened the e-mail to look at their schedule for the week, the hackers got a winder window into our system.”

“You know the recipients?” Grace leaned over, and scanned a series of messages.

“Um… no.” Marta fidgeted a tad. “But we can find out.”

“Find out.” Grace straightened up, then looked at Annika. “You know what to do with them.”

“The matter will be handled.” Annika replied.

“Every time you three dummies make a decision, it’s the wrong one. This time it’s gonna cost you. Dafne turned and began to crouch down to get through the door, the stopped. “After you’re finished, go see the doc about those cuts.”

Annika nodded.

Dafne walked out.

“Marta?” asked Grace while extending an arm to hold back Annika a moment.

“Yes?”

“How good are you with computers? I know you took courses but—”

“Not just took courses, I have a degree.”

“I see.” Grace clasped her hands behind her back. “So tell me, how hard would it be to fool these –contacts- make them believe they are still getting information from these three?”

“Take time. I’d need passwords and… well I’d have to write like they do you know, to seem believable.

Grace looked at the three women, well two, as one was out cold. “I’m gonna give you a choice, You can die at Annika’s hands or you can work for us.”

“Work for you.” One stunned woman said immediately.

“Thought so.” Grace smiled sickly sweet.

**

The door slammed shut.

A deep breath… then a lazy release.

“The girl is too emotional.” Annika observed Aiden. Little guy was currently sponging ointment on the stitches running down her bicep. He didn’t have to do a thing, she could more than take care of herself. Out of the goodness of his heart, he wanted to take care over her and she allowed it. It felt good to have someone give a damn.

“She cares about you.” He said while smoothing another glob on the area round a stitch. “Though I didn’t know she’d hyperventilate at the sight of blood, or stitches, or bruises...”

“And I care for her.” Annika smiled gently down at Aiden. “Thankfully so, because if I didn’t she’d have been booted. Grace will calm her down.”

“You took all three of them on…wow.” Aiden looked up meeting her deep blue eyes.

Annika quirked an eyebrow “Don’t believe me?”

“Oh I do believe you. You have the scars to prove it.”

She chuckled. “Perhaps I was a bit over-confident, rushing in before pausing to consider the situation.”

“Still, you took on three big ole’ people and won.”

“They aren’t that big to me.” Annika winked at Aiden. “Though, I must work on my reaction time, too slow against the knife which sliced my arm.”
Aiden kept at it, slowly moving down her bicep. “To take on three people and win, you must really know your stuff, huh?”

She knew what he was getting at. Aiden was quite perceptive.

“I had a six month stint in the military. Went to basic training, then was deployed to an air base outside Koblenz. I wanted to be a police officer and was accepted, but it fell though while I was studying. It is difficult to be a police officer when you cannot fit in the station.”

Aiden wanted to snicker, but thought better of it.

“Ironically, the very police force I wish to work with arrested me and I was sent here.”

He knew she was leaving lots out of the story, the really bad stuff, but decided not to press. Annika wasn’t one of open up. In fact this was the most she’d said about her past.

“Sometimes I have to deal with unpleasant matters, Aiden.”

The giants didn’t always look round when they had conversations. More specifically, look down when they talked. He’d heard plenty about Annika. How the others gave her a wide berth. Must have been quite lonely for her before Georgine and he came along.

“You keep everyone here safe,” he kept dabbing on ointment, “You keep me safe.”

She said nothing in reply, not surprising.

“Done.” He pronounced, watching as the muscles in her arm shifted. Annika was stronger than a pack of elephants.

Looking up, he saw a gleam appear in those blue eyes.

Uh-oh… thought Aiden.

“I’ve got cut on my lip, would you mind putting a bit of ointment on it.”

“Course.”

“When you are ready, then.” She replied.

Aiden was confused for a moment, then smiled. Classic Annika, she liked challenges. This time it was to climb up to her lips. He wanted to succeed because besting one of her challenges always earned a reward.

Looking round, he spied an easy way up, the waistband of her shorts. Sure he could have clambered up her arm, but that was unwise given the stitches.
Jogging along on the bed spread, he began his climb, happily finding purchase in the elastic waist band. Her taking him to the gym had made such climbing easy as pie. When he reached the contours of her abs, Aiden had to pause and simply admire the view. Glorious defined knolls and valleys of muscle ebbed and flowed with her every breath. The little blond hairs stood up, the moment his bare feet touched her skin. Stepping forward, he walked round the edge of her belly button. Stooping down a bit, he ran his hand round the edge. Smiling when she let out a long sigh.

Padding forward again, he meandered over those abs, watching as the halter top she wore. Began to stretch as her breasts began to swell with her arousal.
He was knocked off his feet when she sat up slightly to remove her top. Those gigantic breasts were revealed to him and Aiden was, as always, in awe.

“Hurry…” she prodded. He watching as her blue eyes disappeared, hidden behind swelling breasts.

Aiden took a detour, deciding that it was best if he found a nipple to tease. Skirting up the slope of her growing breast, he dallied a bit on that mountain top. His hand running over the many bumps of her arreola before finally touching her nipple.

He began to rise faster as her arousal spiked.

“Lip…” she breathed.

Aiden lost his footing and took a long tumble down her breast, sprawling out on her neck. All in all, not a bad turn of events.

Behind, him her hands moved, finger sexily tweaking hard nipples.

For some moments, Aiden thought about how to climb up to her lips.

Anikka uncharacteristically made it easy. She dipped her chin down.

“Looks like you forgot something?” She smiled, wincing a bit from the cut on her bottom lip.

He had forgot something, the most important thing, ointment.

“Well… damn…” he groused. “Plum forgot it, too excited to explore you.”

“Perhaps you can get it in a moment. First I’d like it if you would…” she fell silent.

He knew she wasn’t so good at articulating what was desired.

“Let me go within you.”

Her eyes widened in horror, “No! no… I’d hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would! I’m really big and if I should lose control—”

“That’s the idea!” Aiden laughed. “I think you’re supposed to lose control. Please…” he said soft. “let me try.”

Her mind said no, but the instincts were too strong. She wanted this!

“Okay.” She said firm. “But Aiden?”

“Yes?” She moved to pick him up, body suddenly sandwiched between her thumb and forefinger. He zoomed up before her eyes. It was a jarring experience each time he was picked up, but he trusted Annika completely. More so than Georgine, awful as that was.

“If we do this, I… You see my heart will be yours completely and—”

“It’s scary. Because you won’t be in control.”

He knew her well.

“Yes.” Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “You’ll be in control.” She laughed incredulous. “Here you are, this, this…”

“Wee bitty, is what Georgine says.”

Annika chuckled. “Yes, wee bitty and having my heart in your hands.”

“Sometimes we have to trust.”

He watched as she thought on that. A moment later an amused Aiden was flying over her body. Apparently the decision was made.

Aiden watched in awe as Annika used two fingers of her free hand to open herself to him. The intensity of her musky arousal almost led him to orgasm right then and there.

He only dallied a moment to build his courage up. Then dove in bodily, her gigantic sex gobbling him up whole.

The both, orgasmed immediately.

Aiden spurted out of her to then be coated in her sticky release.

"Cover... you..." The intensity of climax was such that Annika could scarcely move for a time. When she did, it was on pure instinct. Reaching down between her legs, she took hold of Aiden, bringing him to her mouth, she slurped him up.

Within her mouth, he was pinned by her tongue which cleaned him head to toe.

Released into her hand, he was placed upon her left breast.

Not a word was spoken between them, each silently processing the many layers of sensations and emotions after being completely united.

He shivered.

Her warm hand covered him protectively.

“Mine…” Annika breathed. “You are mine, Aiden.”

Aiden was unconsciously driven in his response. Instinct crying out, demanding he give fealty to her much as Georgine had before. Annika was the dominant female their relationship and his protector

“Yours.” He replied soft.

Annika hummed with contentment.

**

Ace was not a man who lost his temper.

In fact Grace had never seen him flat out mad.

Now she had.

Standing in between her gigantic boots, he pointed a finger up at her and let her have it.

In any other circumstance, it’d be comical to see a little guy yelling up at someone as big as she.

Grace didn’t find it comical, she listened, took his words to heart because she loved the guy.

What he said, was truth. She should have talked to him, clued him into what was going on, and even bounced ideas off him. That is what people in committed
relationships did, they worked things out together.

He was right.

She hoped he would forgive and they could be together again.

She needed him.

“So you gonna take over the world still?” he mumbled.

Grace smiled. Ace was drifting off to sleep. Lil’ guy had a long day. First working a 12 hour shift, then giving her a good telling off, finally marathon make up sex.
“I dunno…” she stared up at the concrete ceiling. “Dafne made some good points… in her usual sensitive way.

He laughed at that. “Tact and Dafne don’t run together too well.”

“Yeah…” Grace replied.

“She got a point though, lots of people tried taking over the world, didn’t end well mostly.”

“So you agree with her?”

He caught the defensiveness in her tone.

“Not a matter of agreeing. The way I see it, you can go through with the plan. Just know you’re gonna havta do some nasty things, gonna hatva hurt people. People my size will be hurt, but also people your size. They are gonna fight back, these countries.”

“Guess I’m too idealistic, huh?”

“Nuthin wrong with that. A matter of what you’re prepared to do tah get what you want.”

Long after he’d fallen asleep, Grace remained awake. Starring at the ceiling, she mulled over the next move.

He looked up from his desk and out the window of is little home.

“Oh Jacey honey?” Dafne cooed from outside.

Jace smiled, He knew she tried to sneak up to his home. Not possible when you are over 100 feet, the vibrations let him know she was walking over. Sliding back in his chair, he stood then walked to the front door. The place he had was little more than a bath and an office. Dafne wanted them to live as normal a life as possible given the circumstances. That meant sleeping in the same bed, having meals together, despite having disparate sizes

Opening the door, he walked out and stood in awe.

There she was looming over his little abode, all 120 feet of her. He knew she loved making him look up at her body.

One of her hands was buried in bikini bottoms. The scent of salt and sea air and of her arousal permeated the air. So such so that Jace became hard.

Not that she could see that. Not over her ever-enlarging breasts.

He watched fascinated, as the top of her red bikini got tighter and tighter as it fought a losing battle to contain those breasts.

“Baby! How I wish you could feel what’s going on inside my boobs! It’s…” she sighed in pleasure. “It’s incredible!”

“That’s it girls…” she looked down at her swelling chest. “Grow.”

“Oh!” she smiled coyly. “my top is getting a bit – confining.

Open mouthed, Jace watched the fabric stretch… and stretch over perfect breasts.

“Sure is tight.” Dafne rested her free hand on her hip while thrusting her massive chest forward.

“Don’t’ think it can hold much longer baby… getting so big.” She called down from above.

Jace was rooted to his spot, watching those globes grow bigger and bigger the fabric straining to contain…

A pop, as a seam gave way.

“Oh!”

Another pop.

“Just too big for my lil’ top!” Dafne laughed, her chest shaking as she did so.

After a valiant effort to constrain her swelling chest, the top tore, then flopped down to drape over his entire home.

“Oopsie…” Dafne leaned over and smiled. Her free hand rose, one finger coyly touching her bottom lip. “Looks like I accidentally buried your house.”

“And me.” Jace added while crawling out from acres of fabric.

“Off with those clothes mister.” She commanded playfully.

Jace was happy to comply.

“These big boobs are soooooo heavy… I think…”

Abruptly Dafne fell to her knees. Knocked off his feet, Jace watched as she maneuvered her massive breasts to either side of him and his comparatively tiny abode.

“Oh much better!” sighed Dafne. “They just keep getting bigger.”

“Um…Dafne?” Jace watched as the walls of flesh continued to rise to either side of him. Her breasts began squeezing his little house, the timber walls popping and creaking under the strain.

Her eyes told him all he needed to know. Goodbye little house.

He clamored to the top of the house. Walking cross the flat roof, he heard a crash and whipped round. One wall had given way, pushed in by unyielding flesh.

“Yes…” she breathed, “big…”

It was true she was big; the upper curve of her breasts was above the roofline and rising higher. This was the biggest he’d seen her get.

“Better get on the lifeboat honey, your little home won’t hold much longer against my girls.”

Jace clamored up the side of her mountainous right breast.

“That’s right… climb me little one.” Her breathing picked up, causing his footing to slip as the breast he was on undulated beneath him.

“Bigger!” she urged, entranced by seeing his little home being crushed by her breasts.

Another crash as another wall gave way.

“Bigger!” this time the word came out in a prolonged moan. Atop the curve of her still growing breast, Jace knew she was continuing to tease her gigantic sex.

Finally, she could take no more teasing. Huge hands moved to either side of her breasts. With a bit of pressure, Dafne crushed his house.

Jace was enraptured by the casual display of her power, so much so he didn’t mind his home being demolished. Not like he had much in there anyway.

Dafne reached for him.

Plucked off her breast his bare feet touched the concrete top of the nightstand.

Slowly… sexily… she began to rise up before him.

She stripped off her bottoms, again her hand delved down to toy with her sex.

“That’s it baby…” she breathed. “I love it when you watch me. Get ready. I want you in me.”

He did watch, completely engrossed in the way her muscled abs undulated as she pleasured herself. Dafne was flawless. Her skin was without blemish and tanned from working outdoors. Her silky black hair shinned in the light streaming through the windows. Moreso than the other women, Dafne was muscular, not a big and bulky type of muscular though she was broad shouldered. No, she was lithe and perfectly proportioned.

“Baby…” Her breathing was picking up, chest heaving outward, “…Baby, I need you!” There was deep frustration in her voice. “I can’t climax without you!”
Her hand left her sex, fingers coated in arousal grasped him. There Jace rode between thumb and forefinger as the landscape that was his wife settled into a gigantic bed.

From above, he watched as terrifically long legs parted, spreading wide while her free hand built up a wall of pillows so she could better see him.

She loved to watch her sex engulf him. Loved to watch as she coated him with her release.

Lowered before her gigantic sex, it was difficult not to feel a sense of wonder. At his size, Jace could see every detail, the droplets of wetness falling to the bedspread below. The way the light played upon her sex causing the arousal coating her sex to glimmer.

“I’m gonna gobble you up. Gonna pull you so deep into me!” she rumbled lustily.

He readied himself.

In he went, headfirst.

“Oh fuck!” Dafne threw her head back, already gigantic breasts billowing bigger. Damn! They’d gotten so heavy!

Her body caressed him. She loving the feeling of knowing Jace was completely one with her.

Biting her lower lip, Dafne concentrated. Using muscles that usually clamped down hard on her phallus to gently massage his whole body.

“Deeper…” she grunted… “yeah…” Her tongue darted out licking dry lips as she pulling him further into a cavernous ten foot deep vagina.

Waves of pleasure crashed over her whole body. “That’s it!” she huffed, feeling him squirming within, “Go all the way, touch it, and make me cum!”

His little hands were so very close to her cervix! She could feel him reaching out… tiny arms stretching, hands reaching, fingers probing…

In that moment, the realization hit. A sudden lucidity that rose from the depths of her unconscious.

No matter what she did, no matter how hard she wished to stop…

She was going to keep growing, but...

The growth would stop, for her, for all.

As his tiny hand brushed her cervix, she could feel his orgasm.

The tiny drops of his seed set off a firestorm of pleasure that bowled through every cell in her body. As Dafne tipped over the edge into orgasm, her sex worked to release him. Muscles undulating faster and faster as he moved within until…

He flushed out of her.

Leaning forward to see over huge breasts, Dafne let out a moan filled with dominance as the flood began. The eroticism of dousing him with her release causing her to erupt again, then again.

“Cover you!” she cried, responding to the primal urge to claim him. Her aroma containing a warning to other women to stay clear of what was hers.

“Mine.” She growled possessively, reveling in this show of power. Not only over him, but over all the women on the island. She was the biggest …

… and was going to get bigger.

“Ugh!” she grunted releasing another surge. Jace had attempted to stand, the force of her torrent blew him back.

“More!!” Dafne bellowed. Her body responded with a prolonged release that was incredible in intensity.

Jace held on as he was plucked up and brought before four foot lips.

“I must!” Cried Dafne, the urges were just too strong.

“I know.” Jace answered, this wasn’t necessarily his favorite moment in their lovemaking.

Popped into her mouth, he darted about, bodily pushed by her tongue, and then pinned against the roof as she her orgasmed again.

Thankfully, she always released him quickly. Unceremoniously he was spit out into her palm, then licked over the length of his body by a massive tongue.

Dafne lay back, exhausted.

Jace found himself on of her huge nipples, her hand moved over him, giving warmth to his wet body.

A slow elevator ride downward as her breasts regressed back to a more – normal - size.

This was the part he loved best. Being with her in the afterglow of orgasm.

“Jace… I love you so…”

“Love you.”

“So…” her hand lifted away allowing her to eye him. “…when were you going to tell me about the subpoena from Congress?”

Busted.

“It’s alright.” She soothed. “We haven’t exactly had much time lately to talk.

“How’d you know?”

“Easy,” she shrugged. “Strange woman shows up on the island and people take notice.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

“I wana go with you when you are called to testify.”

“Dafne…” Jace pursed his lips. “You’re 120 feet tall.”

“Yes, probably be 150-170 by the time you travel to Washington.”

“True.” That was big! “I felt you might wana go, so I did a bit of checking.

“Oh?”

“The Capitol is 288 feet in height, you know to the top of the dome.”

“I’m a big girl. So?”

Jace knew he needed to tread carefully.

“It’s more than just height Dafne. I mean, you gonna have to use the bathroom and there aren’t bathrooms like we have here. Where would you shower, or change or…or sleep?”

Truthfully, she hadn’t thought of that. Everything on the island was enlarged to conform to her, and the other women. Buildings were on their scale. The ceilings in the new prison complex were 500 feet. Wastewater treatment plants built to handle the considerable output of giants. Desalination plants built to provide hundreds of thousands of gallons of fresh water.

“Then you mustn’t go.” She said firm.

“I don’t have much choice.”

Dafne sighed.

“My love, I’m not one to impose my will on you, but in this case you can’t go. I won’t have you standing alone in that den of wolves. Tell that worthless committee chair that I must travel with you, or you don’t show.”

“I’ll be arrested for not showing Dafne.”

“I’d like to see them try and come here to arrest you. We’ve got 20,000 women on this island willing to defend you, led by the biggest bitch of them all.”

“I don’t wana see people get hurt.”

“Neither do I, but I won’t shy away from force should they try and press the issue.”

He knew she wasn’t going to budge on this…

“I’ll write and ask—”

“No.” Dafne corrected. “You’ll write and tell them I’m coming.”

He remained silent.

“I’m sorry to be this way Jace, I don’t relish telling you what to do, but—”

“You are looking out for my welfare.”

“I am…” Dafne said firm. “You know how men get treated outside this island. Know that they have little protection, or much in the way of rights. I’m damned ashamed of the way my gender has acted. All of em’ every single one spouting this superiority drivel is a fool. Let them see me Jace, let them see how big I am, then… then let those women stand between my toes and talk up to me about their being superior.”

Jace had to admit, her words did conjure up quite and image.

“I gotta handle this my own way Dafne.”

Though she could continue to argue, Dafne let the issue pass, for now.

“I’ve come to another decision, Jace.”

“You have?” he asked warily.

“I’m gonna eat that enhanced food, grow even bigger. These young pups are raring for a fight, someone has to grab them by the scruff of the neck and tell them no.”

“Okay.”

“That’s it huh? Okay.”

He watched a smirk appear on her lips.

“I just…”

“You what?”

Jace cursed his broaching the subject. Mouth got ahead of his brain.

“Well, I hope as big as you get that you’ll still see me as a person.”

“How long have you been worrying about this?” Dafne scooted up a tad, the earthquake rocking the breast he was on.

“For a bit.” He replied. “Wondering if I’ll fit in your world, being so small.”

“Jace, you are my world. Of course I’ll always see you as a person. To see you as anything less would betray everything I believe.”

“Okay.” He willed a bit more firmness into his tone.

Her tummy growled causing Jace laughed. Dafne was always hungry after sex.

“Now, go make me a sandwich.” She commanded imperiously.

“You bet.” He lay back on her nipple.

After a playful harrumph of mocking disapproval. Dafne flipped the call switch on the bed frame.

The staff would get her some food.

Course she’d probably need to put some clothes on.

She frowned.

Jace would probably need clothes too. Dafne glanced over at his… well the pile of sticks that was his little house. She’d gotten a bit carried away…

Her frown deepened.

**

In the silence, she closed her eyes.

Adrenaline coursed through her veins, the result of what Aiden would call a knock down drag out fight. One of the triple stupids… Annika smirked at using Dafne’s moniker for the three women. One of them had decided to escape from a work detail. Unfortunately, escape was not a difficult thing to do. So many work groups covering the island made it easy to slip away.

The woman, Claire by name had disappeared after 1st roll call.

Annika sighed. All work had to stop, the various groups placed on lock down.

“Terrible loss of efficiency.” She muttered, knowing they were working fast to finish the new prison to before hurricane season.

After a half-day search, Clarie was found in a storage closet. The woman truly was dumb as Dafne said, attempting to escape of an isolated island.

Annika made a mental note to remind the security team that just because a space is too small for them does not mean it is too small for everyone. She supposed it was just natural to look at a closet in which you could not fit, then think it as empty on that basis. Everyone approached things from their own perspective.

The security team…

…her security team.

She was in charge, having been appointed by Grace.

It was an awesome responsibility to bear.

Opening her eyes, Annika silently grumbled. The stitches in her arm were torn in the fight with Claire. Little woman was quite a scrapper.

She smiled, scrapper… another of Aiden’s sayings.

The doc had done well to get her sewed up again.

It hurt.

She’d not say so though.

Claire paid the price, her bones would soon be coral.

The door opened, Georgine…

“Why are you sitting in the dark?”

With a flick of a switch, the lights popped on. Annika having to close her eyes for a moment.

“Hot water is back on in the showers.” Announced Georgine while pulling off her robe. Bending low, she began rummaging through a very untidy locker for some comphy clothes.

Shower would be good. Annika stood. Piece by piece she pulled off her clothing, then folded each neatly, before tossing on her robe.

She stopped at the door.

“Where is Aiden?” she asked coolly.

Georgine blanched a look of horror on her face. “Oh shit! I left him in—”

“The showers!” growled Annika. “You must be cognizant him at all times!”

“I’ll go and—”

“I’ll go.” Annika walked out.

In the silence, Georgine sat on the edge of her bed.

She’d screwed up. Shame morphed into anger.

“Fuck this!” she yelled.

**

“And just what do you think you’re doing?”

Aiden covered his privates with his hands and tried to stop shivering, that and not piss himself.

As with every single woman on these islands, she was flat out gorgeous!

And mad as a wet hen.

“I…” he squeaked. Many men think themselves brave. Let them stand in his place right now and truly see if their courage matched their ego.

“Well?” her brows scrunched together.

“I-I-I… I apologize miss.” Adien was shaking now from more than cold. “You see I was with someone, but she up and left me here.”

“So you say.”

“The honest truth!” defended Aiden. “I’m pretty good climber but not straight up a dang tile wall!”

“Many apologies.”

As the woman whipped round and looked up, Aiden breathed a huge sigh of relief.

A hand was lowered, Annika’s hand.

A relieved Aiden stepped on.

He loved Annika’s style. Not one more word of explanation. She just picked him up and walked away. Nor did the other woman voice protest. Course she wouldn’t… this was Annika. Tough as nails Annika. The queen of badasssery.

“Seems you have quite a way with women.”

A shocked Aiden looked up. “Did you just crack a joke?”

“No.”

“I’m pretty sure you just tried—”

“No.”

Lifted up, he eyed the soap tray warily. Georgine had left him and –”

“I’ll be sure not to leave you.”

Nodding, he stepped onto the tray with confidence.

After all, Annika always looked out for him.

**

“She treats me like a kid!”

“You are a kid.” Grace was a tad grumpy. She had Ace were in the warm up rounds of lovemaking before Georgine thumped on the door.

“I am not!”

“You are.” Grace raised a hand fingers rubbing her temple. “Look, it’s not a shameful thing to be called a kid. Just means you need to watch, listen, and learn”

“I do!” whined Georgine.

Grace’s eye’s tracked over to the little trailer. Ace had excused himself and zipped inside when Georgine showed up. Little stinker!!

“Anyway, doesn’t matter. I broke up with her!”

“That’s awful rash Georgine. Perhaps you’d best think it though? When you have a chance to calm down a tad.”

“No. I left a note and packed my stuff. I’m tired of her always talking down to me.”

Grace shook her head. Georgine was young and dumb. “I know Annika, she’s not gonna take that well. What about Aiden?”

“Ah,” Georgine waved dismissively. “He’ll get along, preferred her anyway.”

“How do you know that?”

“Well, she never leaves him in the shower.”

Grace thought she heard Ace laugh from within his trailer.

“I need to date just big people, people who can look out for themselves and don’t need to be helped with everything.”

“Is that what you think? You really haven’t learned anything.”

“Oh come off it!” Georgine barked. “Everyone knows we do the heavy lifting round here!”

“We do.” Grace conceded. “Size gives us advantages.”

“See!” sneered Georgine.

“Did you design this place?” Grace looked round at their surroundings.

“No, but I could!”

“You could, but you didn’t. Nor did you design the fresh water system, the sewage system, the electric system, water drainage, irrigation systems, food production, —”

“Alright already!” Georgine rolled her eyes. “I could learn. I’m not dumb!”

“Not saying that. What I am saying it that you chose not to learn. Why? Perhaps it’s because that’s not what you are interested in?”

“Boring!” yodeled Georgine.

Grace closed her eyes. Dense as a brick wall this one. “What you do in your relationships is your own business. Just don’t pull that superiority crap like those on the mainland. That will be their ruin, and ours as well if we let it take hold. Every life has value, big or small.”

“I know that.”

“You better.” Warned Grace. “Cause without these fellas, we’d be lost here, out in the elements and starving to death. Remember this. That’s what those bitches on the main land wanted. We are alive only because of Mr. Reuten and these little fellas.”

Grace fell silent a time. “It’s probably best you did only date big. Aiden’s too good for you.”

Georgine’s eyes welled with tears. Standing, she stormed out, sure to slam the door behind her.

**

For one hour, she'd not said a word. For one hour he’d moved about her body, dabbing ointment on wounds.

The look on her face was withering. Annika was well and truly mad.

He knew her, and knew why she was furious. Annika viewed Georgine’s leaving it as a betrayal of the deepest kind. Loyalty was everything in Annika’s world. If she gave you a promise, she damn well lived up to it and expected the same from others.

“You wana leave me?”

Aiden looked up from working on a particularly nasty scratch across Annika’s tummy. “No.”

“Just say so Aiden.”

“I-want-to-be-with-you.” He said slow, sure to enunciate every word to underscore his point. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Very well, we stay together.”

Picked up, he was pushed against plush lips.

Aiden smiled. Annika wasn’t one to dally, she made a decision and went all in.

“Thank you for taking care of my wounds.” Her hot breath ruffled his hair.

“Now…” Those huge lips stretched into a smile. “Tell me how I might – return the favor?”

Aiden heard it first, the sound of fabric beginning to stretch. Looking back he smiled seeing the navy blue midriff baring shirt beginning to stretch. Giant nipples stood out in stark relief, straining against the fabric, just begging to be set free.

Beyond growing breasts, the muscled plain of Annika’s abs. Those incredible abs undulated with her every breath and her breathing was rapid picking up. (probably due to the hand shoved deep into black panties.)

The women on these islands where not only stupendously big, but off the scale stunning. Each and every one of them was incredible. To his eyes, the single most incredible was Annika. They were very different people Annika and he. Somehow they fit together like peas and carrots.

A thought struck him as he looked down her incredible body.

“Well?” she prodded.

“I wana watch.” He said without missing a beat.

Her eyebrows rose causing Adien to laugh. “Be fun!” he defended.

“You wish to watch as I…”

“Yeah, just set me down there between your legs and do your business.”

Annika laughed, a rarity for her. Her laugh was genuine and lovely, he wished she would do it more often.

“If you watch me…then I want to watch you.”

“Now that’s something Aiden hadn’t thought of, but what was good for the goose was good for the gander.

“Alrig—” his voice cracked causing her to laugh again. “Will do.” He managed.

With her free hand, she tore off her panties. Pretty damned impressive to watch. She was way more coordinated than he was, undressing for sex was an awkward thing to do in front of somebody.

Set down before her, he fumbled out of clothes while she scooted back to lean up against the headboard. Course all that movement caused him to take a tumble and bounce round a bit.

Gaining his feet, he looked round. To either side, her toned thighs rose up like walls.

Directly ahead… her massive sex.

Entranced, he plodded forward.

Purposely she slid a tad, moving her sex towards him till it filled his entire view.

He looked up and swallowed hard, watching as she delved on finger deep within. When it was withdrawn, a long clear strand of her arousal clung to that finger. It stretched and stretched, the rope like strand finally snapping under the strain.

Her display made him grow longer, thicker and harder than ever before.

“I’m gonna cover you Aiden.” She husked lustily. “Gonna claim you as mine and mine alone.”

“Yes.” He said, still completely enthralled. “Claim me.”

Annika’s head tiled back and she let out the most erotic moan Aiden had yet heard.

His eyes were drawn to her fingers as they moved, toying with a rapidly engorging clitoris.

“Show me.”

He knew what she wanted.

“Yes…Aiden…good.” she watched him, fascinated by the mechanics of it. The way he moved to pleasure himself.

Her breathing picked up, still expanding breasts heaving.

“Faster.” She commanded.

He happily complied, working to maintain his balance as her hips began rocking.

“Uh…” she grunted, tongue licking dark lips as she gazed at him, watching as he began to orgasm.

Her fingers moved furiously now, teasing and massaging until…

“Aiden!!” she groaned, unable and unwilling to stop the impending climax.

The full force of her release hit, sending him tumbling back head over heels.

As he lay prone, she drenched him again and again… before finally exhausting all her reserves.

He knew what was gonna happen.

Into her mouth he went to be slathered clean by her tongue.

“You are mine.” She’d plopped him out into a waiting hand and raised him before penetrating blue eyes. “Mine alone!” she growled.

“All yours…” he happily acquiesced.

Pressed against her lips, Aiden was completely under her spell.


**

“We go or you don’t”

Jace was taken aback by that declaration. It was one thing for Dafne to demand to go, but now so did Grace and Annika.

“All three of you.” He put hand on hips. Jeez! It felt like an inquisition with all three looming over him at table. “Now how is that gonna work? Just book a room in a local hotel?”

“I do not know…” Annika admitted when Dafne and Grace looked at each other then towards her. “Mr. Reuten, trust me when I say we speak for everyone on these islands, big and small, you must not go alone. You would be vulnerable and that I cannot allow for your own safety.”

“We could use a hell ship, to sail to New York… or… I dunno…” Grace’s voice trailed off.

“Not to be mean, Jace prefaced. “ but you three marching down the streets of New York would set off a panic which would create chaos. Not to mention the physical damage you’d inflict on streets and cars…”

The women looked so downcast, Jace felt awful.

“Remember, the committee is coming here first, maybe make your case to them?”

The three perked up.

“You could give them a tour?” suggested Jace.

“Me!?”

“Yes, you.” He laughed as Dafne buried her head in hands.

“You are the warden.” Grace added.

“We were supposed to corner him.” Complained Dafne while pointing a finger at little Jace. “You both suck.”

Grace laughed.

Anikka shrugged.