“...and that's the weather. We go now to our lead story of the night. It's been two months since the giantess Patricia Black has begun to walk among us. Today the mysteriously large and ever growing woman hit a new milestone: she is now just over two hundred feet tall, comparable in many ways to America’s biggest structures. Reporter Nancy O'Connor has been reporting on this person that has become a source of hope and inspiration for many, and a source of fear and uncertainty for others.”

The feed cut from the handsome news anchor to a series of stills of Nancy and Trish. At eleven feet tall and held to her hip like a baby, at thirty feet tall and held to her cheek like a doll, and at over a hundred feet tall, less than a mouse in the palm of her hand. The sequence gave the impression of the giantess tripling in size, and then tripling again in just seconds. To the world, this is perhaps how it felt. You turn on the news one day to see a fluff piece about an eleven foot tall woman in Kansas. Next thing you know she's as big as a skyscraper and people are worshiping her.

“We go now to her reporting on the giantess's strange journey to two hundred feet tall, and how her continued growth has begun to impact our country and even the world.”

The newscast cut to Nancy walking down a sidewalk. The camera panned to keep her in frame as she began her narration.

“Thanks Chet. I'm here in Seattle at the scene of the giant’s latest feat: saving dozens of lives from a high rise inferno.” 

The camera zoomed out, revealing a burnt out shell of a building behind Nancy, as well as the craters in the shape of massive feet up and down the cross streets.

“It was an act of heroism not without cost.”

The news cast switched to shots from news helicopters circling around Trish as she in turn circled the outskirts of the city. She was wearing the same dress that she initially left the ranch wearing. That is, she was wearing pieces of it. She had ripped the garment in half to make way for her growing body, having grown more than fifty feet since her first appearance. Her breasts filled out the new makeshift tube top, and the once knee length skirt now ended at her mid thigh. Her hair was unkempt, messy and voluminous from sleeping outside for weeks and not caring to brush it more than running her fingers through it. The details summed to a savage look about the giantess.

The footage showed police and military helicopters circling her, a familiar sight on the news whenever the titan moved too close to a population center. Don't cross this line, they warned. On the other end of that line, near the city center, a building only twice as tall as the giant woman burned and sent a dark cloud of smoke spiraling into the sky. 

“Until now, Patricia always respected the authorities when they ordered her not to proceed further. Last night, for the first time, she ignored those orders.”

Cut to shaky cell phone footage from the ground. A riot was ensuing at the outskirts. A national guard barricade spanned the street with armored vehicles and heavy weapons pointed at the sky. Pushing up against them, a diverse array of people wearing T-shirts with pictures of Trish’s face on it, holding signs that said “let her help” and “bow before Her”. The national guard beat the crowd back with night sticks as the thunderous sounds of Trish's footsteps grew closer. A loud cheer rang up from the protestors as she planted her feet near the barricade.

“Stop and turn back. Your size poses a threat…” the order started, but it was interrupted by Trish's fingers wrapping around the vehicle to the cheering and screams of the people surrounding it. The cameraman fell back, trying to capture the swift and decisive motion of the giantess, and managed to catch her condescending smirk as she studied the armored vehicle held so easily between her fingers, before depositing it on a nearby roof.

“No.” The voice of the goddess rang out. “There are people in danger, and they need me.” Her refusal was met with panicked gun fire from below, and at least one rocket that exploded impotently against the exposed skin of her midriff. 

“Watch out little ones.” She commanded as she stepped over the barricade, hovering her toes above the throngs of her supporters who quickly scrambled out of her way. The camera man darted into a nearby alley, turning around just in time to see her toes press into and crumble the road under them, followed shortly by her heel bearing her nearly two thousand tons of weight. Even stepping gently, it was enough to send a tremor through her admiring cameraman. 

“Woo!” He screamed in adulation before the feed cut to an overhead view from the helicopters once again, tracking Trish’s progress into the city center. The buildings grew taller around her as she neared the downtown area. The roofs of buildings started reaching her mid shins, then her knees, and finally to her mid thighs. She had to turn sideways and shuffle to squeeze her hips through narrower streets as she closed the final distance to her target, keeping her hands over her head so she didn't inadvertently knock a building over. Careful as she was being, her haste to get to the scene of the emergency meant she made some mistakes. Shots of the aftermath included a shot of a car, one half of it completely flattened and pressed into the road from an ill placed step, and a few shattered windows and cracked building facades from moments where she pivoted her hips too early. 

“Without a doubt, her showing up to the scene let us save lives that we would not have been able to.” The fire chief said in a smash cut to a press conference hours later. “Whether or not that justifies her in her refusal to comply with lawful orders is not something this department will comment on.”

The footage cut back to Trish setting Thomas down on a neighboring rooftop, and then turning to face the inferno. The helicopters captured her circling the building and reaching her hands forward to pick people out of the windows and deposit them into her hand. Once she had saved all the easy to grab ones, she started squatting to peer into lower windows and standing on her tiptoes to see into the higher ones. At one point, she plunged her arm into an eighth story window and pulled out an old lady in a wheelchair.

“She saved my life, and Booger’s life too.” A traumatized looking old woman said from an ambulance bed as she was loaded into the back of the vehicle, an oxygen tube strung up to her nose and hands tightly clutching a similarly traumatized looking cat. “She is a fine young woman if you ask me.”

“Others had different takeaways…” Nancy's voice voiced over to segue into a cut to another press conference, this time with the Seattle chief of police.

“She may have saved some lives, but she failed to comply with a lawful order and caused many millions of dollars in damages in the process. Our police force is not equipped to deal with two hundred foot tall scofflaws. The Seattle Police Department is calling on the federal government to do something about her.”

“The police’s response joins a chorus of critics to the American government’s stance on the giantess, outraged after the perceived permissiveness they showed to the massive woman in San Diego.”

“Everyone understands that she is powerful, but she is not as powerful as the United States. It's high time we the people put our foot down and show her who's boss.” A political opponent to the current administration added. 

“In a statement to the press, the White House said that ‘its current stance on the giant is that it is in our nation's best interest to work collaboratively with her.’ This statement was made before the events of last night. At the time of this report, the office has not issued any further statement.”

“All of this comes on the heels of remarkable observations from the scientific community about the giant.” Nancy continued. “Earlier this week, researchers at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology published a controversial paper that claims to prove that Patricia’s continuing growth violates what we had assumed to be fundamental scientific truths.”

“She doesn't eat.” The talking head of a researcher said in a recording of a teleconference. “She hasn't eaten solids or drank liquids in weeks. And yet, her body has managed to expand 25% in size. Even if some speculations are correct that she is getting her energy and nutrients from the sun, this would not explain how her body has fabricated a thousand tons of mass out of thin air. This violates what we had understood to be the law of conservation of mass.”

“Surely there must be some sort of explanation for where her body is taking matter from.” Challenged another panelist.

“After studying her these last few weeks, the most convincing to me is the suggestion that she is simply magical.” the panel of scientists erupted into argument at the statement, but it was ultimately left on the table unchallenged. 

“The sentiment that there is something mystical or magical about Patricia Black has been felt worldwide. According to recent polls about religiosity in America, ‘Patricism’ has become the fastest growing faith in terms of new followers. The loose description of those who believe in or follow the giantess as if she were a goddess has increased nearly a thousandfold in the two months she has been traveling the country.”

The footage cut to a woman wearing a similar sundress to the one that Trish was currently wearing in tatters, leading a room full of people in practicing stretching and lengthening their bodies in a way that resembled yoga. Cut to a close up of her face set with gentle laugh lines and cheeks that seemed strained for how much she smiled. The bar at the bottom of the screen identified her as “Greta L.,Leader, Church of the Little Ones.”

“There isn’t much to say, when a goddess declares herself a goddess that means She is one.” she said with the confidence gained from a simple tautology.

“She has stated that she doesn’t seek to be worshiped…” The reporter off camera began to challenge, only to be silenced by the woman raising her palm to him to silence him.

“And we follow her orders.” She said with a cracking smile that hinted at something irrational happening behind her pleasant expression. “We do not worship her. We see her as a goddess and believe it is important to live as she would approve.”

“At the same time, other faith organizations have been responding to the existence of Patricia in ways that run the gamut between rejection and acceptance.”

“Patricia Black is the whore of Babylon, the anti-christ, the Beast” yelled an ill-tempered man holding a sign with a litany of condemnations on it. “Traipsing about the country in a skimpy dress, immodestly showing off her womanness! She was sent here to tempt you and destroy you, and when she flattens you underfoot you sinners will die with smiles on your stupid faces. Repent now for it's only through the light of our savior that this devil can be vanquished.”

“Patricia Black is a human being just like you and me.” A smash cut to a slick young priest with a high collar contradicting the previous interviewee. “For whatever reason God has given her a gift and she is choosing to use that gift for altruistic purposes. No, I don't believe Patricia Black is a goddess… but whatever is happening with her, it is surely God's will.”

“However you choose to rationalize what is happening to Patricia Black, the ever growing woman doesn’t seem to be slowing down any time soon. All eyes are now on the White House, as we wait for a response. We can only speculate as to why the president has chosen to handle the giantess's trespasses so softly. Does he have a plan for her that has yet to be revealed or are they, as some critics have said, wasting their opportunity to deal with her while her size is still manageable? Do they know more than they are telling us about what is causing Patricia to continuously grow? Or, as some have speculated, is the president one of the burgeoning woman's ever expanding flock of faithful believers? Only the future will tell. This has been Nancy O’Connor, GNN news.”

—

“We're so fucked.” The president grumbled in the situation room, clicking the TV off to silence the report. He looked at the assembly of his closest advisors to see if they had come up with any answers to the question of how to protect the American hegemony from the fact of Patricia Black’s utter dominance.

“Run through it again.” He said, pointing to the military advisor.

“As noted from the study of her blood, we have been unable to find a way to effectively destroy her cells. Even if we do manage to destroy one, it reforms in milliseconds. An all out nuclear attack currently stands a less than 3% chance of destroying her, and that chance diminishes each and every day we don't act.” The military advisor said in a huff.

“And in the other 97% it doesn't work out and all we will be telling her is that there is nothing we can do to stop her from doing whatever the fuck she wants. We lose all leverage over her.” the president contradicted, tired of explaining this fact. 

“We don't have any leverage over her.” The advisor fired back, also tired of explaining this fact. “And look, she's started to call our bluff. We let her keep calling it without a response and in two months she’ll be standing over DC declaring herself queen.”

She already is, she just doesn't know it yet. The president thought but kept to himself as he turned the monitors back on to the live feed of the giant woman stirring from her slumber in the middle of a mobile home campground in east Washington. He stared at his slumbering adversary through the screen, and wondered what dreams a goddess dreamed.

—

Thomas woke up first, jostled by a sudden stirring from Trish below him. His eyes opened to her hand passing over his resting space just above her belly button. He sat up and watched as it traveled down to her thigh and began to scratch her inner leg with her fingernails. He shot a look up towards her face to see if she was awake, but his line of sight was obstructed by the swell of her bosom. The twin mounds were beginning to stretch the top to its limit, and stretched even further by the swelling of her nipples pushing up against and tenting the fabric, no doubt due to the late summer morning chill. From this angle they appeared to have swollen even larger than the rest of her, but he knew that was just a trick of the eye.

He stood and moved closer to them until they were looming over him, pushing up from her chest twice as tall as he was. It would have been easier to get to her face if he took the path between them, but the sight of her nipple standing so tall and inviting atop hill was impossible to ignore. He grabbed fistfuls of her dress and began to climb up them, and enjoyed the soft give of her flesh underneath as he pulled himself up.

Cresting the top of her tit, he could finally see his lover’s face. She was indeed still asleep. Her head was turned to the side and partially covered by her sheets of brown hair. On seeing her expression, Thomas realized that the culprit of her erect nipples was not, indeed, the chilly air. Cheeks flushed, eyes clenched too tightly, lips smushing and chewing herself. He turned and looked back down the length of her body, and saw her fingers that were occupied with scratching her thigh had begun to unconsciously travel up to finger and press against her gap through the fabric of her skirt.

“Horny.” Thomas said aloud with a smile as he observed the signs. Saving the world and worrying about the military had left them little time or energy to indulge in each other physically. Plus, there was the issue with being constantly watched and scrutinized by the ever present gaze of the news media. Perhaps they were due for some fun, he reasoned, led forward by the force of his own desire stirring in his pants.

He reached forward and rubbed his hand over the tip of her nipple standing like a plinth in front of him, pushing up from below. Thomas had to put his weight into it, but he got the nipple to shift at his touch. Trish’s lips immediately parted to let out a breathless, lusty sigh, followed by a quivering inhale to refill her lungs that caused the flesh under Thomas’s feet to shift. He grabbed more tightly onto the nipple to prevent himself from tumbling off, but that just made her stir more.

“Thomas…” She moaned, still asleep.

“Trish.” Thomas whispered, and gave her nipple another nudge. Trish’s eyebrows traveled up at the sensation, and she was finally awoken by the pain caused by an involuntary biting of her lip. Her big blue eyes blinked as she entered the conscious world, and immediately cast them down to see where her husband was perched on the top of her bosom.

“Dreaming of me?” He whispered under his breath as he continued to fondle her nipple. Trish’s body reacted to the small gesture a thousandfold, squirming up to meet his touch. Unbelievably, the huge nipple in front of him seemed to swell even larger at his touches. Thomas half expected it to tear through the fabric of her bra right then.

“I always dream of you…” She hummed. “Mmmm… oh god.” Trish rumbled, and brought her finger down to stroke Thomas and help him push into the sensitive bulge. Trish freed her hand from behind her head and signed to him.

“I was having a dream about the two of us… we were back at the hospital on one of our walks, and every step we took we both got bigger… and our clothes tore off of us… and by the time we turned around to go back to the hospital it was no taller than knee height to us…”

Thomas gripped her tighter, and rubbed his lap against the bottom of her nipple, interrupting her story by causing her to moan involuntarily.

“Then what happened?” He asked as he continued to hump her nipple.

“You… ungh… you bent me over it and took me from behind…” She gasped. She brought her hand down to her top and hooked her fingers over it. Thomas leapt to his feet and scrambled forward as the fabric he was standing on was pulled down to free her breast. Now free of the fabric, the pink tower of her nipple poked out even longer and thicker than Thomas had imagined. It was almost half his height!

“Feeling a little submissive?” He teased her at the same time as he prompted her to continue recounting her dream.

“Only to you, little guy…” She giggled. “Cause each time you thrusted into me we both doubled in size.” Thomas could picture it clearly, holding the back of Trish’s neck with one hand, and cupping one of her butt cheeks with the other as he guided them both in making love like animals over a quickly shrinking world.

“How big were we when we both came?” Thomas urged.

“We never did…” She sighed. “You fucked me bigger until my feet were soaking in the Pacific and my hands were clenching around fistfuls of Europe.” Trish’s face twisted in a familiar expression that told Thomas that she was very close, and all they had done was a bit of dirty talk and nipple play.

“Christ, what has gotten into you?” He teased as he gave the nipple his biggest bear hug.

“I dunno… I'm just so unbelievably horny.” Even as she said it, it felt to her like an understatement. She couldn’t remember ever wanting it this bad. She looked down at Thomas pushing up against her nipple, and that feeling alone seemed like it could bring her to orgasm soon.

“Mmm… it’s so big…” She remarked, and it seemed the more he played with it the bigger it got. Maybe there would be no end to it. Maybe she’d make him play with it until it was taller than he was.

“I guess I wasn’t paying attention to how much you’ve been growing since we left the ranch.” Thomas agreed as he compared himself to it.

“Shhhhh…” Trish shushed. “Shut up and lick my giant tits.” she commanded, wrapped her fingers underneath the breast to squeeze it, lifting it and Thomas up another couple feet. Thomas knelt down beside it, and locked eyes with Trish staring down at him with an expectant and needful expression. He stuck out his tongue and stooped lower to bring it into contact with where her nipple emerger from her areola, and slowly dragged his tongue up to its tip.

“Ohhh.” Trish gasped as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Just one pass and she was struggling with just how damn good it felt. Thomas continued to run his tongue over the top of it, tracing a circle around the tip. Trish’s eyes remained locked on him as he did, and hiked up her skirt to rub herself more fervently through her panties at the sight.

“Do you want me to get the suit on?” Thomas offered after another torturous tongue lashing.

“No… shhhhh… don’t stop licking.” She whined in frustration at the short interruption. “It feels too fucking good.”

Thomas shook his head in good humor and dragged his tongue around the rim of the nipple again. Again, the nipple seemed to swell even bigger at his touch. He felt a harder stiffness begin to rise in the areola around it. He gave another nervous glance up to Trish’s face, but she was too completely lost in the sensations to notice. Something strange is happening here, he thought as he reduced his lover to a cooing earthquake just by teasing a single nipple.

Trish felt a soreness in her breast building, and building, and building. It started as a pleasantly tight and full feeling, like something warm filling her up and pushing out from within her. But the pressure kept building until it was a hot, dull ache. Thomas felt it too, a stiffness beginning to happen all around the areola and the breast beyond it. He was just about to ask if Trish was feeling ok when he began to feel the wetness seeping from her nipple and into his clothes.

Trish collapsed into a fit of squirming as she felt the sudden relief of the building pressure in her chest pouring out of her. The sensation alone was enough to get her to climax.

Thomas’s mouth opened wide as he saw the white liquid begin to seep out of her. Just as he was coming to terms with the sheer amount that was pouring out of her, the trickle turned into a torrent. Thomas had no time to get a word in edgewise before he became drenched in the stuff. Trish’s skin became slick with milk, and the grip he had on her became impossible to maintain. That combined with Trish’s ass slamming rhythmically against the ground as she humped her fingers was enough to dislodge Thomas, and he slid down the bottom side of her tit.

Trish didn’t register his predicament at first, and replaced his role in helping squeeze the liquid from her tits with her own fingers. Thomas managed to catch himself on the band of her dress that she pulled down around her waist. He braced himself there as Trish exploded like a volcano into the sky, her milk raining down in thick globs all around him.

“Oh my god, what the fuck…” Trish moaned as she finally had the wherewithal to recognize what was happening. “Thomas?” She asked urgently, recognizing that he was out of eye sight. Trish did her best to freeze in place despite the muscle spasms of her ongoing orgasm.

“I’m here! Under your left boob!” He called into the microphone. Trish pinched the still leaking nipple and lifted her breast up so she could look down underneath it, and saw Thomas struggling to maintain his hold on her clothing. She retreated her fingers from the act of pleasuring herself and held a single pussy-wet finger out to him to help him get his legs underneath him long enough for him to crawl into her hand. Once safely resting in the palm of her hand, Trish brought him to her mouth for a quick sniff and an experimental lick.

“Milk.” She said.

“Milk.” Thomas confirmed.

The look they shared between each other confirmed the obvious conclusion they both shared. They dwelt on the idea of it together and wordlessly. A feeling that it was impossible to breathe, a feeling that they might both break down into synchronized fits of joyous laughter or deep sobs or primal screams. Or perhaps they ought to take turns having their outbursts, so one could look out for the other and be steady for the both of them. But neither of them did. Instead, they just looked at each other, letting it sink in how much they loved each other as the smiles on their faces grew wider, and wider, and wider.