Kim, Monica, Valerie, and Darius were in their rental car heading to the Hostettler property, dressed to the nines for the rehearsal dinner. They were all part of Trish’s wedding party. Kim, her oldest friend, was the maid of honor.

“I’m so glad that Trish’s dad has staff that planned the party.” Said Kim as she drove herself, Darius, Monica and Valerie to the ranch that Trish now lived. “I was not looking forward to planning a bachelorette party for the 50 foot woman.”

“Oh, she’s way bigger than 50 feet by now.” Monica chimed in. The other occupants of the car gave her a look like she just farted. The last time any of them had seen Trish in person was when she was 10 feet tall. After that, all they had was when the news picked up stories about her. They had all followed her protest at the courthouse. They were shocked to see their friend standing as tall as a two story building, and doubly shocked a few months later when the national news became dominated by footage of her walking through the city at fifty feet tall. They did not want to think about how big she could possibly be now. 

“Shut up Monica.” Val chided, punching her playfully.

“I’m not kidding!” Monica protested, still not getting it. “There are some theories that she’s over a hundred feet tall now!”

“Theories?” Kim asked, cocking an eyebrow up and looking at the rearview mirror. Monica immediately bit her tongue.

“Monica is on several forums dedicated to stalking Trish.” Valerie informed the group.

“Valerie!” Monica screamed, and tried in vain to cover her girlfriend’s mouth. Valerie easily overpowered her, pinning her smaller girlfriend’s arms behind her back.

“There’s ‘JustPatricia.com’ and ‘GoddessPatricia.com’… Oh, and there’s ‘AsBugsToHer.com’!” Valerie recited, and Monica grew redder with each website identified.

“Oh no Monica, this isn’t a sex thing is it?” Darius asked from the front seat.

“It’s not not a sex thing.” Valerie said, poking at Monica’s stomach. “You should have seen the things she asked me to do for her after we got back from visiting.” Monica buried her face in the car seat and let out a muffled scream. The rest of the car laughed heartily.

“So…” Darius started after the laughter had transformed to silence. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what he was about to ask. “How big do those people think she is?”

Monica was still shrunk in on herself, and gave a guarded look to Valerie to see if she was going to continue to be teased. Valerie gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder to sayl that she was done tormenting her.

“She’ll be about a hundred and ten feet tall.” She said. The car went silent again. Monica had shared this information with Valerie, of course, so she had the entire flight to wonder what a 110 foot tall Trish would look like. Darius and Kim were still coming to terms with it as they reached the gate to the ranch. Just like last time, Dr. Thomas Black greeted them at the entrance.

“Hey, nice to see you all again. Trish is still getting ready. It's better if we just go to where the rehearsal will be and wait for her.” he said as he climbed into the back seat with Monica and Val.

“How is she?” Asked Kim through the rearview mirror.

“She's great. Excited. Nervous. The whole emotional spectrum. Me too, honestly.”

“I bet. You know we had you two clocked from the moment we saw you together.” Valerie added.

“Oh, really?” 

“Oh yeah. Trish isn't subtle.”

“Neither are you, dude.” Darius added from the front seat with a chuckle.

Thomas directed Kim to drive to a part of the ranch that had been set up for the wedding. The entire way there they were looking out the window for signs of their giant friend, but saw no sign of the titan before arriving at the wedding venue. There were about 200 seats set up on either side of a wide aisle lined with flowers. In front of the setup was a tall stage, about 50 feet tall, with a long staircase. Monica seemed inexplicably disappointed by its height.

Cocktail tables had been set up around the base of the stage, and the other members of the wedding were mingling. Thomas introduced the friends to his groomsmen, which were made up of two college friends and his two brothers. The groomsmen looked… scared, and oddly reverent of Thomas. They kept shooting looks across the ranch at what looked like a warehouse a couple hundred yards away. 

“Oh, before I forget…” Thomas pulled out a case of body microphones and started passing them out. “These are for you. Trish is too big to hear us well, so just press this button and you'll connect with a speaker in her ear.” Just as he had handed Monica hers, an anxious murmuring spread through those gathered. People turned to look at the warehouse door opening. Most had seen her earlier that day, but they simply had to keep looking at her in order to comprehend what she was.

Trish was more than twice as tall as the fifty foot door frame of her living quarters, so she had to go through a whole process to enter or exit. First, her head. Her brown hair covered her face, making it look like some strange floating monster was drifting out of the opening. The illusion was ruined by her sundress-clad shoulders emerging into the daylight. Slowly, the giantess emerged, pulled her feet through and planted them to put her in a crouching position. She rose up and up, till she dwarfed the building she emerged from. She brought her long arms over her head, arched her back, and rose to her tiptoes in a full body stretch, then rolled her head on her shoulders, obviously enjoying open space after being cooped up in the ‘little’ building behind her.

She turned and started to walk. Her friends could tell that she was being extraordinarily careful. She kept her eyes glued to the ground at her feet, and even held her hair back away from her eyes so as to not block her peripheral vision. She stepped softly with pointed toes, like one might do if they were sneaking around their house late at night. She only seemed to grow larger as she drew closer.

“Oh my god.” Monica gaped. Valerie reached over and rubbed her shoulder.

“Yep. That’s Trish.” Thomas sighed with a tone of pure love.

Trish arrived at the outskirts of the gathering. She left ample room between her feet, that were wider than Monica was tall and three times as long, and the her miniscule wedding guests. She squinted down to study the little people there, most of them around as tall as her ankles. Monica waited anxiously for Trish’s gaze to meet hers. Finally, she did, and her billboard of a face lit up.

“Friends!” she chirped as high pitched as her voice could go, and as softly as she could muster. She slowly lowered herself down to one knee, looking back to make sure she didn’t crush anything with her massive foot as she put it behind her. She looked back and extended a single finger down at them, resting her fingertip against the ground a few feet from where they stood.

“She’s asking for a hug. Go ahead and grab it.” Thomas instructed. Her index finger was the size of a person! Monica was the first to react, taking a few cautious steps forward, and then wrapping her arms around Trish’s long finger. Trish used her thumb to gently squeeze Monica’s shoulder. The others followed Monica’s lead, taking turns hugging the finger.

“It’s so nice to see you all again!” Trish whispered. “Thank you for being here for me.”

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Kim replied. As she had seen the giantess approach, it seemed impossible that that person was Patricia Hostettler, her freshman year college roommate who nearly cried the first night in the dorm because she was so homesick. Now here she was, the day before her wedding. Confident, happy, and over a hundred feet tall.

“Well let’s get this show on the road!” She exclaimed, and rose to her feet. She waited for the small people to get to their places before stepping towards the stage herself. The rehearsal itself read more like a prolonged workplace safety demonstration. First everyone stood back as Trish demonstrated where she would be and when. Then everyone else went through the same cues while Trish watched before running it a final time in mixed company. Besides the practicalities of how to move in the presence of the titaness, the main thing that needed to be done was to get the groomsmen to stop shifting uncomfortably whenever Trish got within thirty feet of them.

The rehearsal dinner happened immediately afterwards at the grounds of the ceremony. Trish’s food was brought in on two tractor trailer trucks, and just like that the groomsmen were uncomfortable again, watching as the gorgeous woman’s mouth took bites of food that weighed more than their body weight over and over again. She ate a total of two whole roasted cows, using her teeth to strip pound after pound of flesh as if she was cleaning a chicken wing. They flinched when she snapped a femur between her fingers so she could suck out the marrow.

Thomas’s side of the table was nearly completely silent as they watched the display with mouths agape. Trish blushed. She had forgotten how strange her meals must seem to normal sized people, but at her size she simply couldn’t afford to miss out on the calories. She shrugged, and snapped another femur to suck out the marrow all the same.

“So, when can we expect grandchildren?” Asked Thomas’s mom, a short woman in a blue dress. Trish nearly sucked the bone into her mouth as she gasped, saving it at the last minute by pressing her fingers to her lips, her face immediately turned cherry red. Down at the ground with the normal sized people, Thomas buried his face in his hands. Everyone laughed at that, but Thomas’s mom couldn’t seem to figure out why.

—

Later that night, Thomas and Trish were getting ready for their bachelor and bachelorette parties, respectively. Trish didn’t have much to do in that respect, so she just watched Thomas get ready, laying on her stomach in bed with her head in her hands. Thomas noticed she was frowning out of the corner of his eye. He finally decided to say something when he noticed her wiping her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, though he was pretty sure it had something to do with what his mom had said. Trish wiped her eyes again, composed herself, then used sign language to say:

“I’m thinking about what your mom said at the rehearsal dinner.”

Thomas felt a pit in his stomach about it. He hadn’t really considered having kids with Trish. Frankly, he didn’t know if it was possible. He always had pictured himself becoming a father at some point, but that went unconsidered in his desire to marry Trish.

“How do you feel about that?” He asked, deciding to tread lightly.

“I always pictured myself being a mother someday.” Trish said. “I kind of forgot about that after I started growing.” She was crying again, and took a break from signing to wipe her tears. “I don’t know if it’s even possible. And what if the baby is a giant too? It just sounds like a recipe for disaster…but….” She trailed off, playing with her hair nervously.

“But what?” Thomas prompted.

Trish blushed. “I don’t know. Now that she said it I can’t get it out of my head. I really, really want to have babies with you.”

The statement made Thomas do something he didn’t like to do: think about the future. It was a topic he and Trish sort of silently avoided, because it inevitably led to thinking about the actual realities of her growing larger. Thomas could see the writing on the wall if he chose to look, the same writing that urged him to try to protect her from the government a year ago. Trish’s size was eventually going to become a big problem, and it would not matter how gentle or sweet she was. She was a hundred and thirteen feet tall now. If she were to get pregnant today, she would be well on her way to five hundred feet tall by the time she gave birth. Within six more years when their kid would be starting kindergarten she would be rivaling the size of the moon. She would inevitably destroy the world she had brought the new life into, and that’s only if someone didn’t kill her first.

Thomas looked up at his blushing bride-to-be, looking at him with bright and expecting eyes begging him to tell her that it would be ok. Thomas stepped forward, and Trish reached her hand forward to meet him. Trish splayed her fingers in front of him, and Thomas started to rub his hands along their length and across her palm. Thomas decided to have faith. Somehow, some way, he and Trish would find their way.

“I really want to have babies with you too. I don’t know what life will be like, or if it’s possible, but I would like to try.” He said, putting on his confident smile.

“Yeah, and trying is fun anyway.” She said with a smile, and made to grab Thomas by curling her fingers over him. Thomas pushed back against her fingers, and Trish let him push them back.

“Not now! I’m already going to be late!” he protested. Trish was not put off that easily. She gently pushed back, the strength in her fingers easily enough to overpower him if she really wanted. She enjoyed the feeling of him pushing up against her nonetheless.

“It sucks that you get to go out and I don’t.” She pouted. “I wish you would just stay here with me.”

“We have the rest of our lives for that.” Thomas reassured, once again wishing away the thought of Trish at multiple miles in height.

“Really? I think you have about a year. Tops.” She said, and knocked him off his feet and lowered him softly to the floor. “After that you’re going to be way too small to do anything for me.” She rubbed his face with the tip of her finger, and then traced her finger down, feeling his muscles under his clothes. The sensation of Trish’s finger pushing into him aroused him, a fact that was not well hidden by his suit pants bulging.

“Mmm… looks like my little man is having second thoughts…” She said, licking her lips and pushing her finger tip against his bulge.

“Trish, stop, I’m already late!”

“You’re going to be a lot later if I have to rip this outfit off of you.” She teased, hooking a fingernail over his waistband and pulling down on it, dragging him towards her. That was all Thomas needed to pull down his pants for her, freeing his erection.

“That’s what I thought.” She said smugly, and lowered her lips to him, her hair draping over him as she gently kissed his lower body with her mouth that could easily engulf his entire body.

“This is the wrong way to make a baby.” He groaned as he held onto her nose nuzzling against his cheek.

“Hush or I’ll hide you from your groomsmen by putting you in my pussy. Then we can both miss our parties.” She threatened, and finished him off with one more lick.

—

After Thomas had cleaned up, Trish carried him to the front of the ranch to meet his car where she reluctantly turned over her lover to his groomsmen for a night on the town. She stood there at the gate of the ranch and watched the car carrying them drive away for some time. As tall as Trish was, she could see the city from here, and was half tempted to watch them make the trip all the way there.

‘If I really wanted to…’ she thought, closing one eye and holding her thumb up to the city and making it disappear behind her thumbnail. Thomas caught sight of the strange gesture from the rearview mirror. He didn’t know why, but he felt an unease looking at her like that. He was relieved when she shook her head and turned to head back to the ranch and her bachelorette party.

“Can I ask you something man?” One of his friends from college piped up, also eyeing Trish from the rearview mirror. Thomas nodded for him to proceed.

“Like, uh…” he started, but couldn’t figure out a way to say what he was trying to say.

“We’re partners. We take turns ‘wearing the pants’.” Thomas said, reading his friend’s mind.

“H-how do you do it?” He followed up, almost bug eyed at the thought of Thomas sharing equal power in his relationship with a woman that size.

“Confidence. Lots and lots of confidence.”

—

“We both wear the pants.” Trish related to her friends who were asking the same question. “It doesn’t matter how big I am. Actually, he ends up making a lot of the decisions.”

“I don’t know how he does it.” Darius said, shaking his head.

“Oh come on.” Trish scoffed. “It’s not like I’m a different person.” She said, but as soon as she did she knew it was a half truth. She was not the same person. This was certainly not how she had dreamed the night before her wedding would be. Her and her three inch tall friends were hanging out and chatting idly. A dry party, because it was too dangerous for Trish to get drunk at her size and too dangerous for people to be drunk around her. And as usual, the conversation revolved around how different Trish was, how big she was. But they didn’t know what being big really meant. They didn’t know what it felt like to be able to crush a whole house under your butt, or flatten a car with your foot, or pick a person up with your thumb and forefinger. Or how lonely it was not to feel a person’s arms around you, or to share a normal kiss. And on top of it all, knowing that you were only going to get bigger, and bigger, and bigger.

Thomas was the only one who really seemed to understand her, and he was off traipsing about town as if they were about to have a normal wedding and marriage. She felt… jealous, maybe, that he could pretend that they were small for the day while she had to remain big and in containment, alone with friends that just didn’t get it. It wasn’t fair.

“Everything all right, Trish?” Kim asked, noticing the silence and contemplative expression on Trish’s billboard of a face.

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine.” she said, her mouth curling into a half-hearted fake smile.

“Liar.” Kim accused.

“Ok, it’s not fine, but I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Cold feet?”

“No, of course not.” She shook her head.

“Yeah, better not have cold feet, it would take a lot to warm those monsters up.” Darius quipped clumsily.

“There. That’s the problem.” She said, pointing to Darius. Darius’s jovial demeanor immediately iced over and he took a few cautious steps back from the giantess. “And that too.” She continued, gesturing to Darius's fear, which only made him shrink further from her. 

“I thought you weren't self conscious of your size anymore.” Kim offered, reaching for Darius and pulling him back into the circle. 

“I'm not. I know I'm big and I deal with that. But that's not all I am. It just seems like that's the only thing that matters to anyone anymore.” She puffed out her cheeks and blew a strand of hair from in front of her face. “Like, it was easy enough for you guys to be my friends when I was only twice the size of a normal person, but now that I'm twenty times that size it's like we have nothing in common.” Trish rubbed her hands on her knees agitatedly. 

There was a very long silence after that. The friends looked between each other, and then back at Trish. 

“That's bullshit.” Monica said first, trying to heal this emerging tension. “You're still Trish and we're still your friends.” 

“I don't think Trish and her friends would be spending their night huddled around a campfire and calling it a bachelorette party.” Kim added. “Maybe Trish has a point.”

“Well then let's do something else!” Monica offered.

“Like what? There's nothing for miles and we can't go to town.” Trish dismissed.

“Why not?” Monica urged.

“Because I'm too big. People would get scared.” Trish protested, but she was liking the idea more the more she thought about it. If she made sure she was extra careful… so what if they were scared? It’s not like Trish would actually intentionally harm anyone. 

“That sounds like a ‘them’ problem.” Valerie stepped forward to egg her on.

“Y-yeah.” Darius agreed, standing up straighter. 

Trish and Kim looked at each other, figuring whether this was a good idea. Kim was known to egg Trish on, and that was all well and good when you're daring your roommate to talk to a cute boy at the other end of the bar. This just felt like there was a lot more at stake. 

But no, if they couldn't have a night on the town together that could mean Trish was outgrowing their friendship, and neither Kim nor Trish wanted that to be true.

“You trust yourself, right?” Kim asked, flashing a devious smile.

Trish bit her finger and returned the smile.

—

Thomas and his groomsmen were in a small sports bar in the downtown area, drinking beer, catching up, and making jokes. Thomas couldn't keep his mind off Trish, especially her jealousy over not being able to go out. He was just thinking about how he could have handled it better when a number of the screens in the bar changed to a breaking news report.

“This just in: Patricia Hostettler, the woman who inexplicably began to grow to inhuman sizes has apparently left her living space at her father's ranch and has begun to make her way to the nearby city of Sunflower Acres.” The newscaster read the copy to the camera. Everyone in the bar sat forward in their seats. Thomas felt his insides turn liquid. 

“We're going live to Jimmy in our news helicopter. Jimmy, do we have a visual on Patricia Hostettler?”

“Not yet, Pat. We have received reports that she was heading down route 11 towards the city at speeds exceeding- oh, hold on-”

The camera caught a shadow moving in the darkness along the route. They aimed the spotlight at it to illuminate Trish's right hip. The camera panned up along with the spotlight to show the woman cradling something against her stomach with both hands. 

“She appears to be holding something.” Jimmy said, zooming in to show Monica, Valerie, Darius, and Kim sitting in Trish’s palms. They were waving around the kitschy sort of overly phallic bridesmaids decorations and cheering Trish forward. 

“People. Oh my God. She's holding a group of what looks like four people just in the palms of her hands.” 

The camera continued to pan up. Eventually the light illuminated her face, and she squinted at it and turned her head away. 

“I can't see where I'm going when you do that.” She complained, stopping her walking. “Point it at my feet so I can see where I'm going.” She demanded. The helicopter obeyed the order almost immediately, aiming the spotlight away from her face. Her march continued with audible thuds even over the sound of the helicopter.

“Should we do something?” Asked one of the groomsmen nervously.

Thomas took a long drink of his beer and weighed the options. He grabbed his phone to dial Trish's earbuds. Trish had to shift everyone over to one hand to answer it by tapping on her ear.

“Hello?” Trish asked sweetly with feigned innocence.

“Hey it's me.”

“Hey Thomas! We decided to move the party into town.”

“I see that. Are you sure that's a good idea?”

“I… I don’t know.” She said, looking down at her feet taking up entire lanes of the road.  “Probably not. What do you think?”

Thomas paused, deciding what to do. This would not be good. At her size she was bound to cause some manner of damage, and just like that she’d be back on everyone’s radar in a bad way. And yet, the softer part of him thought about the miserable look on her face as she pouted about not going out.

“We are at the small sports bar near campus. No girls allowed.” He said, and hung up, deciding to trust her. 

Well, now all I want to do is go there and kiss him, she thought. But there were more important matters to attend to, like the police barricade that had formed up the road in front of the town. She shielded her friends with both hands as she continued forward to confront them. 

“St-stay right there!” a voice cracked over the megaphone.

“It's ok, officers. I'm just heading into town for my bachelorette party.” she paused briefly for an answer, but the cops were too dumbstruck to say anything. “Ok…” She said awkwardly, and lifted up her foot and stepped over the barrier. The cops froze, ducking down as Trish moved over them. One cop got scared and fired a shot up into the bottom of Trish's foot. She heard it firing, but the bullet was so small that she couldn’t really feel it, not even the miniature stings she had felt from her would be assassins four months ago. She held her foot in the air over them, moving it to the side so that she could see him cowering there, his gun dropping from his shaking hand.

“Seriously? Don’t do that again.” She ordered, but she had to focus to keep the smile off her face as she was once again reminded how powerful she was. She continued to put her foot on the other side of the barrier, letting her heel fall very close to the back rank of the police line just to scare them a little more. If they could see her face in the darkness above, they would see her flashing an apologetic, if condescending, smile over her shoulder.

Trish refocused her attention in front of her. The last time she was here she was less than half the size she was now, and it was very noticeable. Her hips would not be able to fit between the buildings now. Luckily, none of the buildings were taller than knee high to her. She could fit between the streets by putting one foot in front of the other, taking careful tiptoeing baby steps through the tiny city. Her feet were larger than cars now, a fact reiterated each time she placed one next to one parked on the side of the road.

Seeing the city less than doll sized beneath her stirred the feelings she had gotten when she had played with Thomas in that abandoned city. This isn’t a toy city, Trish. She reminded herself, but it was a mantra she had to keep actively repeating because, well, the city was like a toy to her. This is where people live and work and raise their families. The road that is cracking under your steps, people, real people, rely on it. She looked back over her shoulder to see the craters she was leaving behind. The police had gotten their act together, and were now following behind her heels, carefully driving their SUVs to swerve between her footprints longer than their little cars.

She exhaled to calm herself. When she was thirty feet tall and protesting outside of the court house she had been so worried about damaging things. That smaller girl, who would be knee height to her now, would be mortified that the road was crumbling under her soles. She had been afraid of demonstrating her power back then, worried of scaring people with it. Now that she had so much more power, it felt like a declaration she needed to blurt out. Look, you tiny little bugs in your tiny toy city. Look at me, massive and unable to be stopped. Look at me, a goddess to you.

The thought made Trish want to see Thomas. Though, she wouldn’t be able to tell you whether she wanted to see him so he could talk her down from this wonderful feeling of superiority or whether it was to use him as an outlet for it.

“It’s probably a good idea to ask yourself why you’re doing this.” Thomas’s words from a little more than a month and a little less than thirty feet ago rang in her ears. The memory made her stop in her tracks, the loud thumping of her steps no longer drowning out the anxiety laden police sirens that followed behind her.

“Still feeling good?” Kim asked Trish after a tense minute of motionlessness.

“...Yeah.” She said, and turned heel to face the cops, their cars skidding to a halt near her toes. She said nothing, just picked up her feet and stepped over them again to return to the ranch.

“Trish? What about the party?” Kim asked, steadying herself by clutching onto Trish’s finger.

“I don’t need one. I’m ready to go back.” Trish declared. Trish shifted her friends to a single hand, and used the other to wipe the last tear she had to shed for her lost humanity from her eye.