Jake sat nervously at the barstool.  “Why did you want me to come here again?”

“I told you,” Roger, his buddy, said.  “Tonight’s the Big Night with Evita, and we need as many good-looking guys here as we can get for her.”

Jake raised an eyebrow as he looked at his friend.  “She’s that special, that she merit’s a meat-market choice for her slab of beef?  And you guys go along with it?”

“No, it isn’t like that,” Roger said, laughing.  “She just needs a lot of guys.”

“She’s into multiples?”

Roger looked wistful.  “For her, there’s no other option,” he said.  “And she is special -- very special.”

Jake shook his head.  “I don’t get it,” he said.

Roger patted his buddy’s back.  “Like I told you before, if I tried to describe her, you’d think I was nuts.  Evita has to be seen to be believed.”

The bartender looked toward the door, smiling.  “Evita!” he said.  “Good to see you!”

Jake turned and saw a gorgeous, slim Hispanic woman walk in the door.  She looked to be model-tall, nearly as tall as him.  She moved like a cat, her form-fitting, low-cut dress swaying as she did.  Every male eye in the room was on her.  She carried a large bag.

“Hey, Gordo,” Evita said.  “How ya doin’?”

“Great,” he said.  “Wishing I had the night off to spend it with you.”

“Well, there’s always next month,” Evita said.

“You’re looking tall tonight,” Gordo said.

“Yeah, I kind of got a head start on the height thing this month.  Anticipation is a wonderful thing.”

By now, most of the other men in the bar had gravitated toward Evita, but she was sliding her gorgeous derriere onto the barstool next to Jake.  She waved across him to Roger.  “Hey, Raj,” she said.

“Hey, Evita,” Roger said.  “This is Jake, a buddy of mine.”

Evita extended a hand.  “Pleased to meet you, Jake.”

“Likewise,” Jake said.

“You want the usual, Evita?”  Gordo asked.

“Please,” she said.  She turned back to Jake.  “So, has Roger explained my … condition to you?”

“No,” said Jake, thinking, Omigawd, does she have an STD?

Gordo delivered a glass of red wine to Evita.  “Well, you’ll see it in a moment,” she said.  “Watch and learn.”

Evita took a long drink of her wine.  To Jake’s surprise, she finished the entire glass in a matter of seconds.  Then she turned toward Jake and smiled.

Jake gasped at what he saw.  Evita’s breasts grew a full cup size before his eyes.  They had been beautiful, is somewhat small, before.  They weren’t small now.

“Sometimes it’s my height, some times it’s my boobs,” Evita said matter-of-factly.  Anything sensual triggers growth, but only one night a month.  Food, drink, … arousal.  They all have an impact.  After the night is over, I gradually shrink back down to my normal -- which, by the way, is a good foot shorter than I was when I came in here.  Like I said, anticipation is a wonderful thing.”

Evita grabbed a few peanuts, munched them and added three inches to her height.  “Get the idea?” she said.  “My waist and hips get wider as I grow, but my boobs, for whatever reason, are independent.”

It took Jake a second to pull back his jaw and form words.  “Uh, why haven’t I heard about this condition before?  You’d think it would be all over the media, with the doctors and all.”

“It’s not medical,” Evita said.  “It’s a curse put on one of my ancestors about 10 generations back.  Our women go through this on the night of the full moon.  It’s kind of like being a werewolf, only I’m a were-giantess.  There’s no point going to doctors; there’s nothing they can do.  And we work to keep it secret.  The guys in this bar here have all agreed to keep this secret for me, and I let them in on the fun on my big night.  You must be a good friend of Roger’s for him to invite you.”

Evita’s hand caressed Jake’s cheek.  “And you’re also really hot,” she said.

She turned to the crowd.  “Hey, guys, let’s have some tunes!”  she said.  Some hot and spicy stuff to start, and then something slow.”

Several guys dived for the Internet juke box at once.  After a brief squabble, some music started playing, and Evita took to the dance floor.

As Jake watched, Evita, clearly enjoying the attention and flirting with every man she found attractive, slowly expanded as her hips swayed and her expanding bust jiggled.  Soon she was towering far above every man in the place, and had a bustline that reached almost unimaginable proportions.  Her dress was clearly designed to expand with her, but it appeared it could reach its limits oon.

Suddenly Evita came over to Jake.  “All right, Jakey,” she said.  “I’m up to eight feet tall, and you’re still playing wallflower.  Get out her and dance with me.”

As Jake hesitated, Roger leaned over to him.  “Rule number one on Big Nights for Evita:  Evita gets whatever she wants,” Roger said.

Jake got off his barstool and danced with the giantess.  Her F-cup-sized breasts were now at his eye level.  As she danced with him, beaming down at him, she began to get even taller, climbing to more than nine feet tall.

Then the slow song came on.  Looked down at Jake over her boobs.  “Dance with me.  Close,” she said.

It wasn’t a request.  It was a command, and Jake knew it.  But he so wanted to obey the sexy brunette,  he didn’t care.  He reached up to her.

Delighted, Evita picked Jake up and held him with his torso pressed to her breasts.  He realized her breasts were swelling beneath him, expanding to double-M-cups, swelling to globes that were beyond cup measurements.

From below, Jake heard a voice say, “I’ve never seen her grow that fast before!”

Evita looked down.  “You know, I thinbk you may be the sexiest guy I’ve ever met,” she said.  “Excuse me, I need to get into my big outfit early tonight.”   She reached across the room to the bar, grabbed her bag and crouched down the hallway to the ladies room.

Evita emerged a few minutes later in an outfit that was a little bit loose.  By now every man in the room knew it wouldn’t be for long.

The giantess sat on a chair at the bar.  “Can someone get me a pizza?” she asked.  Several men immediately volunteered.

“I’ve already had your usual going,” Gordo said.

“You’re the best,” the giantess beamed.

As Evita ate, she grew.  By the time she was one, towered at 11-foot-1.  One of the men bought her en entire bottle of her favorite wine.  She downed it and cleared 12 feet by several inches.

Slow music came on again.  The giantess looked at Jake.  “Another dance?” she asked.

Jake nodded.

Several men protested.  Evita gave them a look.  “Rule Number One,” she said.  All the other men fell silent.

“You feel lighter,” Evita said as she picked Jake up.

“Not surprising,” he said, smiling.

“There’s no fear of me in you,” Evita said.  Most men have at least a little fear.  I like that you don’t.  It’s very sexy.”

Before she even pressed Jake to her chest,  her breasts ballooned the equivalent of six cup sizes.  Their warmth and softness, even through her dress, was astonishing.  She grew eight inches taller as she felt him against them.

Then Jake realized he was getting hard.  Evita’s huge head pulled back.  Her eyes widened and she smiled naughtily.  She knew what was happening to him, too.  To his delight, the ginormous jiggling mounds became even larger, adding at least six more cup sizes.

Evita looked around her.  Light fixtures now hung below the top of her head.  “Whew!” she said.  “Looks like I’m going to have to make it an early night, Gordo.”

“Sorry to hear that, Evita,” Gordo said.  “You’re always good for business.”

“The guys will pick up my tab,” Evita said.  “I’m going to guess that I need at least a dozen guys tonight.”  She smiled at Jake, who she was still holding.  “Obviously, you’re going to be one,” she said.  “And Roger.”

“Yes!” Roger said, pumping his fist.

Evita quickly picked out the remaining men, along with several whom she designated as backups.  “Well, gentlemen, let’s go for a walk.”

Evita let the men exit the bar first.  She put Jake down so he could do the same.  It wasn’t until she crawled out the door that he realized why.  As soon as she stood up, her already enormous boobs swelled three cup sizes larger.

“The night air can feel really good to Evita sometimes,” Roger said.

Jake realized that Evita’s dress, which had been knee length when she put it on, was now a minidress -- and her legs were so long he could see up her skirt.  She was wearing panties, he realized with disappointment.

He realized Evita was watching him.  “When a girl can get this big, she has to be prepared,” she said coyly.  “Besides, you’ll enjoy the full view soon enough.  Come up here and get a ride, cutie.”

Jake had barely reached upward when the colossal woman picked him up.  As she was lifting him, she grew still bustier, her boobs swelling enormously.

“Geez,” Evita said.  I’ve got nearly a 10-foot bust and I’m just under 13 feet tall.  No wonder I’m feeling so top-heavy.”

“How do you know this?” Jake asked.

The giantess, who was now cradling him in her arms, smiled gently down at him.  “Sheer experience,” she said.  “I’ve been so many giant sizes so often, I know what they all look like.  Now, does my baby boy want to play with Mama’s toys … and make them bigger?”

Evita was already getting taller before Jake even touched the closest breast to his head, her right.  As he began to caress it, even through the cloth, she got both taller still and bustier.

Evita shook her head.  “This won’t do,” she said.  She picked up Jake and placed him between her breasts inside her dress’ plunging neckline.  He realized instantly what had been obvious by sight -- there was no bra here.

The moment he touched Evita’s breasts, she grew slightly.  He immediately started rubbing each breast at once, and, even as they were already surrounding him, he could feel the soft, warm mounds of flesh becoming larger, firmer.

“Wow, you’re good,” Evita said.  “I’ve cleared 14 feet tall, and my bustline’s hit 12 feet.  I’ve never been this big this far from home.”

“I could do better with fewer clothes,” Jake said, his voice quivering with passion.

“Unfortunately, you’ll have a brief public appearance in a bit, and I don’t want you indecently exposed,” Evita said.  “Don’t worry.  You’ll have your chance.”

Evita kept on growing as they walked.  By the time they got to a former factory building, she was 15-foot-9 and had a 152-inch bust.

“Wow,” Evita said.  “I’ve never tried to get in here this big.  Looks like I’m going in the loading bay doors.  Guys, follow me, but be careful until I’m settled in.  I don’t want to squish anybody -- accidentally, that is.”

Evita gently put Jake on the pavement by the bay door.  “Sorry, Jakey,” she said.  “I’ll have to pick up with you in a little bit.”  With that, the colossus crawled into the bay door.

Roger put his hands over his mouth as they waited.  “Jake, sometimes she grows when she’s undressing,” he said.  “Anticipation is a wonderful thing.”

Jake nodded.  Then they heard Evita’s voice calling, “I’m ready boys.”

The men entered, with Jake at the rear.  Evita was laying down, naked.  She was at least 17 feet tall, and her bustline was now nearly 14 feet around.  He didn’t even want to think about cup size;  her breasts were each the size of a compact car.

Evita smiled.  “Drop ‘em, boys,” she said.

Immediately the men began to strip.  Most were already either eredct or showing signs of getting there.  Jake was no exception.

Evita smiled as she looked at Jake naked.  “Well, you measure up well against the other guys, she said.  As she was talking, she was growing from seeing the men naked. 

Evita settled in.  She seemed to be basking in her size and power, which Jake found incredibly sexy.  “All right, boys, let’s start with the feet.  I need about four of you to give me a foot rub.”

The four men closest to her feet immediately dove into the task.  As they did, the feet, and everything else on Evita’s body, grew even larger.

“Wow!” she said, smiling.  “I’m over 20 feet tall, and my bustline is over 15 feet -- and we’re only on the feet!  Someone call for the standby guys.  We’re going to need all of them.”

“Now, I need one of you at each ear,” the giantess said.  As each began to blow in and caress her ears, she and her breasts grew some more.

“One on my belly, please,” Evita said.  Roger complied, rubbing her magnificent belly, firm yet femininely soft.  Her height increased by five inches as he did so.

Evita looked at her enormous globes.  “Ok, this is a first,” she said.  “I need four guys on my breasts.  Jakey, you’re on this duty -- at least for now.  And you get on last.”

“Four guys?” one of the men said.

“I’ve never seen more than two before,” another whispered.

“She’s never been this big before,” a third said.

As the first three men mounted and rubbed the colossal breasts, Evita grew taller, but not much bustier. Then Jake got on, and she shot up and out.

“Nipples!” the 25-foot woman shouted, her huge voice reverberating through the room.  “Rub … my … nipples!”  As the men complied, her breast swelled still larger.  Jake realized he was being hefted higher in the air on her heaving mounds.

Evita’s expression reflected ecstasy.  “Thighs!” she shouted.  Two men ran between her legs and began to rub her thighs.  She grew in all directions as they did.

Jake was inflamed with the passion he saw in Evita’s face as she looked down at him, his eyes wide.  “Jake,” she said, “High or low?”

Jake leered.  “Let’s go low,” he said.

Evita smiled, clearly pleased with his choice.  She grabbed a man she saw on the sidelines who was erect and picked him up.  “Ready?”

The man nodded.  The colossal woman began to lick his member with her three-foot-long tongue.  It threw his erection into high gear and made her mounds grow slightly.  Then she put him in her mouth up to his waist, his cock facing her tongue.  The wobbling breasts became even more disproportionately huge than before, and grew another half-foot in height.

She, pulled the man out of her mouth, put him down, grabbed another man and placed him on her breast, lifting Jake and placing him as near her crotch as she could reach without tossing the increasingly tiny men from other parts of her body.  “Rub first,” she said, then get in.”

Jake used his hands to caress the enormous pussy.  It wasn’t long before Evita called out, “Now, Jake!  Now!”

Jake hefted himself to where he could go in feet first.  Soon he was kicking around as he felt various structures inside the colossal woman. 

Then Evita cried out.  The whole building seemed to shake as her size skyrocketed.

“Jakey!” the even-bigger voice shouted.  “I’ve come, and I can get even higher if you come!”

Jake’s face was so overcome with ecstasy he could barely speak.  “On -- my --way!” he said.

Then he came, and it did indeed make Evita higher, as well as even bigger.

Jake lay limp for a few seconds.

“You were amazing!” Evita said.  “All of you, but especially you, Jake.”

“Who said I’m done?” Jake said, kicking an internal structure with both feet.

A look of astonishment and ecstasy ran across the woman’s face.  “No … fair!” she said, growing even bigger.

Evita looked artound at the doll size men around and on her.  “Jakey, do you need to come out?”

“Soon,” he said, feeling her muscles squeezing him tightly, “but not yet.”

“Good man,” Evita said, growing still larger.

The men soon fell asleep from their exertions.  Jake finally crawled out, aware that Evita had grown even after she had called him a good man.  He collapsed on the floor between her legs.

Jake awoke to find himself on Evita’s left breast.  He was startled when he saw the nipples, which looked double the size they were when he was here last.

“Hi, Jakey,” came a far bigger voice than he remembered. Evita was whispering.

Jake turned to see her colossal face, dawn‘s light shining on it.  “You’ve grown overnight,” he said.

“Aftershocks from the sexual earthquake you gave me last night,” Evita said.  “You rocked my world, cutie.”

“That’s quite an accomplishment, and quite a compliment,” he said.  “And, believe me, it was my pleasure.”

Evita grinned sexily.  “I could tell,” she said.

“How big are you?” Jake asked.

“Well, my best guess is that I’m 47-foot-2 and have a 458-inch bust.  To put that in perspecitve, if I wer one-ninth  this height, which would be a normal-height woman, I’d have about a 51-inch rack.”

“Wow,’ said Jake.

“Yeah, wow,” Evita said.  “Like I said, you rocked my world.”

“Um, Evita,” said Jake.  “I can see why you can’t make an exclusive relationship work on this night, but most nights aren’t full moons.  Could I interest you in a date some other night -- a normal night?”

Evita raised an enormous eyebrow.  “I normally wouldn’t,” she said.  “Are you still willing to share me on my big nights?”

“Absolutely,” Jake said.

“And are you still willing to take part in them if you’ve got me the rest of the time.”

“I don’t see how I could stay away,” he said.

“Leave your number on the notepad near the front door when you go,” Evita said, smiling.  “But don’t worry if it’s a few days before I call.  Being this big, it’ll take at least one day, and maybe two or three, before I’m small enough to use a phone.”

“Could I come over tonight?” Jake asked.

“I won’t be as big,” Evita said.

“That’s OK,” Jake said.  “It’ll make me seem bigger.”

Evita giggled.  “All right,” she said.

“Wow, Evita,” said one of the other men, who were starting to wake up.  “I’ve never seen you this big before.”

“I’ve never been this big before,” she said.  “Actually, I think I’m almost as big as Corazon.”

“Corazon?” Jake said.  “Who’s Corazon?”

“Oh, that’s right!”  Evita said.  “I was saving this for a surprise at the end of the night!  My big sister, Corazon, is coming to visit next month.  She’ll be here for the big night, and I’ve been telling her about you guys, and she’s looking forward to joining us.”

“Wait,” Jake said. “The giantess curse runs to all the women in your family.”

“Yep,” said Evita.  “And when I say Corazon is my big sister, I mean she’s my BIG sister.”

Roger whistled.  ‘We’re going to need a lot more guys.”

Evita nodded, grinning a naughty grin.