While the government had tried to keep the exercise against Trish out of the media, it was only a matter of time before it leaked to the press. The most powerful nation in the world tried to destroy her, and failed.

The reveal didn’t change anything about how most people felt. Rather, it just tended to intensify those emotions. Those that saw fit to worship her did so with more fanaticism and fervor. 

Those that feared her grappled with their nightmares coming true. There were riots and protests, all of which were as effective as protesting a hurricane barreling over the ocean towards you. Despite the demonstration of the utter futility of trying to kill her, world powers still met in back rooms, banging their head against the wall looking for any way to go back to a time before they lived under the giantess’s ever growing shadow.

Trish agreed to cooperate with the United States government to seek a way to halt her condition. She let them have four hours every morning doing whatever tests they wanted on her. They took blood. They had her swallow cameras. They scanned her with the most sophisticated equipment known to man. Despite this, they couldn’t manage to come up with an answer any better than the doctors at the hospital had come up with when she was just seven feet tall.

And so, she grew. And grew. And grew. She surpassed a thousand feet in height by Thanksgiving, and was back to crawling on all fours in her quickly diminishing living space. By Christmas time that year, she was growing nearly six feet every day.

Their first Christmas with Junior was as normal as they could manage to make it when the woman of the house is the size of a skyscraper. Trish got Thomas some clothes that she shopped for with the help of some of the staff. Junior, now approaching a year old, also got some clothes, some books, and some toys. Thomas’s gift to his wife was assembled outside of the living space.

“What is it?” She signed excitedly as she knelt over the four hundred foot cube wrapped in paper. Thomas had been able to understand her deep and rumbling voice until she was around five hundred feet tall, but now the register of it was way too low for anyone to understand anything except for her one word declarations. Her verbal vocabulary was reduced to “hey” “yes” and “no”. Everything else had to be achieved with sign language.

“Unwrap it and you’ll see.” Thomas called up as he circled the object.

Trish’s sixty foot long fingers pressed into tarps that Thomas had the thing covered with to me as wrapping paper. 

“Oh! It’s a… a…” Trish was having a hard time understanding what she was looking at. It appeared to be a steel polyhedron resting on a little stand. It was a little bigger than a basketball to her. She turned it around to study it. On the top there was what appeared to be a handle of sorts. On one side there was a heavy metal hatch for a normal sized person to get inside of it, she presumed. On the other, a large glass porthole angled up. Trish cocked her head curiously at Thomas, who waved up at her, and made his way to the hatch.

“It’s a living space.” Thomas explained he appeared in the port hole, still cradling Junior. “Try picking it up.” He said. Trish reached her hands forward to comply, but hesitated when she saw Thomas standing in the middle of the room.

“Aren’t you going to hold on?” She asked in sign language.

“Don’t need to.” He said. “It uses an advanced gyroscope to level itself. So long as you don’t toss it we should be perfectly fine.”

“If you say so…” she shrugged, and lifted it up to her face, bringing the porthole up to her face.

“Oh wow, you’re huge!” She exclaimed in her real voice. It was much too loud and deep for Thomas to understand anymore, but he could get the gist by the sparkle in her eyes.

“It’s a special lens.” He explained, and then turned to show Trish what was inside. “It’s comfy in here. We have a living room, a kitchen and a dining room over here, and down below we have a few bedrooms. One for me, one for Junior, and a guest space.” Trish turned the sphere in her hands as he traveled around the place, aiming the window in to peer at the little bedrooms for her loved ones.

He turned to look back at his wife’s face filling the window with her wide, beautiful smile. The corners of her mouth curled down slightly as she understood more clearly what this represented.

“It’s so you can see us.” He confirmed. “And hold us, even when you grow too big. For now you can use the loop on top as a handle, but in the future, you can wear it as a necklace.”

Trish sucked the tears back in and wrapped her arms around the gift, squeezing it tightly to her chest. Inside, Thomas could hear the steel of the outer protective shell groaning against her strength.

“Be careful!” He cried, and the walls groaned again as the pressure from her hug was released.

“Sorry.” The voice of the goddess echoed against the interior. She readjusted it to get her eyes on him again. She studied him closely under the magnifying glass, realizing that it had been a long time since she had gotten a good look at him, puny as he was. He was getting a few gray hairs around his temples she noticed, giving his head of black hair a new texture. He flashed her his signature smile, and Trish felt her insides squirm. 

Fuck, he was so hot. She loved him so damn much. Seeing him there, she wanted to push through the window to join him. She would wrap her arms around him, and he would hold her by her neck and waist… Oh how she missed having sex with him. 

It had been about a month now since it was deemed no longer safe for Thomas to enter her. One night as he was trying to pleasure her, he almost got gravely injured. She had been laying on her stomach so that he could rub her g-spot. Everything was going well until her orgasm. Thomas’s joy at having once again managed to bring his gigantic lover to a climax was quickly overcome by terror as a tidal wave of her cum washed over him, lifting him and carrying him out of her to spill on the floor. The only thing that protected him was the sheer amount of it washing over him, cushioning his nearly twenty foot fall from the opening of her womanhood to the concrete floor below.

Around the same time, it was no longer safe for her to play with him in her mouth. Thomas nearly broke an arm when her tongue twitched in a way that pinned it to one of her back teeth. She wasn’t even trying to move it, her tongue just twitched and it almost cost her husband his arm. So, no more mouth play.

For a while that left the journeys Thomas would take up the length of her body. Even though Trish was too big to feel much of Thomas’s travels across her skin, she still felt connected with him as he did it. He would start by climbing up her toe, and up the top of her foot, and then up the long length of her legs. He would loiter for some time near her hips, often taking a detour to peer off the cliff of her crotch. They both longed for the times he would be contained inside of her, but that was in the past. Now it was looking and no touching. Once he was finally able to peel his eyes from it he would begin the long journey up the length of her torso. He used to love the way his feet sank into the soft flesh of her stomach, but as she got larger his weight became less and less capable of pushing into her at all. He would round the crater of her belly button, and head for the trail between her tits. All the while Trish would track his movement, making sure she didn’t breathe too deeply, lest she send him hurtling skywards and tumbling off of her.

They had to stop playing this game when, as Thomas was just about to begin to traverse between her tits, she sneezed. Such a normal and harmless thing for anyone to do, except for Trish. At the time she was close to a thousand feet tall, and so the sneeze produced a gust of wind as strong as a hurricane that threatened to send Thomas flying, hurtling tens of feet into the air and falling to his death somewhere under her rib cage. He was only saved by a well timed grab of her vellus hair. Ahead of him, the force of her sneeze caused the mountains of breast flesh wobbling just feet ahead of him to slam into each other with a deafening clap. Had her sneeze came just thirty seconds later, he would have been reduced to a red smear between them.

No holding, no sucking, no traveling across the body, certainly no insertion. Trish was beginning to be starved for physical touch. Thomas watched Trish sigh, blowing a raspberry through her lips.

“Looks like you want my second gift.” Thomas said into his microphone, placing his hand on the window. She blinked, and tilted her head.

“Second gift?” She signed with her free hand.

“Shall we take this back to the bedroom?” He asked with a tone that promised fun. That was all Trish needed to hear. She brought the handle of the orb to her teeth to hold so she could crawl on all fours back inside. She was about to move, and then thought better of it. She took the time to turn the orb around and aim the window down her body before continuing. Thomas’s view was down the length of her elegant neck, down the top of her collar bone, and to her dozens of feet of cleavage that blocked him from seeing anything else through the window.

“Get in bed.” His deep voice ordered in a sultry tone that made Trish gush. She didn’t know how her bug sized husband was going to do it, but by now she had the utmost faith that whatever he had planned for her would be quite the ride.

“Behind the nightstand.” The ‘night stand’, really, a large platform next to Trish’s bed where Thomas and Junior slept. Trish set down her present on the platform, stealing one last glance at her husband as he put their child to bed. She gave him another smile before disappearing from the window to fumble blindly for whatever Thomas had stashed back there. Her fingers wrapped around something long, hard and heavy. Thomas caught her snapping back up, holding the shaft in her hand next to her face. She let her wrist flop back and cocked an eyebrow as if to say, ‘really?’

“Where are you getting all this stuff?” She signed.

“There are a lot of people out there interested in doing the goddess’s bidding.” He replied.

“So you had them make me a giant dildo?”

“If I could have them build me giant arms to hug you with, I would. But a giant dildo seemed an easier engineering task. Look at the bottom.” He said and Trish turned it around.

“Oh, a hatch? This is a ride for two then?” She asked, a little more interested. She lowered it down to him, holding it level with the edge of the table. Thomas opened the hatch and climbed inside.

“That’s not all.” He said as he climbed in, and demonstrated the many vibrating motors he could control while inside of it. Trish felt a wave of vibration run up from the base to the tip, and once there it grew more intense, then fell into a rhythmic pulse.

“Eh? Eh?” He asked, and Trish could picture him wiggling his eyebrows while he sat at some control panel looking like the captain of some star ship. The image almost made her laugh out loud. She shrugged her shoulders.

“Why not?” She relented, not usually the one for toys, but very eager to have her husband inside of her again. Thomas fumbled with his seat belt as she began to lift it high over her head. She blinked up at it, red faced with lust, and opened her mouth underneath it, her tongue flattening into pad to accept its length.

It’s kind of big, she thought as she wrapped her lips around it and started to breathe through her nose. She summoned as much saliva as she could to help lubricate it for what was to happen next. Gravity pulled Thomas against the X of his seatbelt, the monitor showing the yawning expanse of her throat opening below him. Trish retracted it from her mouth, giving Thomas a view of her lips as they unwrapped from around the shaft. Her face was redder than before, and her eyes were half lidded in the way they got when she could no longer contain how bad she wanted it. She wasted little time lowering the shaft down her body, dragging the tip of it down the front of her torso. Thomas responded by sending a vibration through it. Trish tightened her grip on it as it jumped and throbbed in her hand. If she closed her eyes, she could pretend that it was Thomas’s member she was guiding down her body and up and into her.

“Ung…” She moaned as she pushed it in, her lips stretching around it. It hurt in the most pleasant way.

“So big…” She gasped as she opened her hips to try and accept more of the length. Inside, Thomas got to work at the control panel, sending pulses of vibrations to help pleasure her. She managed to get it half way in before it started to bump against her cervix. The sensation reminded her of the mind blowing sex of their wedding night. Instead of sliding it in and out of her, she readjusted to lay on her back and closed her eyes, dreaming that she wasn’t wrapped around a two hundred foot long dildo, but that it was Thomas’s body squirming around. It was all she really needed to climax for the first time.

“More...” She demanded, remembering the multiple orgasms he had given her on their wedding night. She held her neck with one hand and began thrusting her hips in rhythm with Thomas’s pulses. With the other, she started to vigorously rub her clit. Thomas watched on the monitor as the tip pulsed against her cervix again, his last view before her orgasmic secretions blocked the camera.

“Again!” She moaned. By now, alarms were blaring inside Thomas’s vessel. The force of her vaginal walls squeezing around the shaft was compromising the structural integrity of her new toy. Thomas sighed, resigning himself to the fact that this vessel’s maiden voyage would likely be its last. He tried his hardest to keep the vibrating motors running long enough to give his wife her third orgasm.

“Ahhh…” she gasped in relief as her internal ache was once again soothed by Thomas’s efforts. She fell back into the bed, content, and wrapped her hand around the shaft to begin sliding it back out of her.

“Wait.” Thomas ordered.

“It’s too big to be comfy.” She whined. Thomas had no idea what she was saying, her voice was like the pounding of heavy ocean waves. She started to slide it out again.

“Wait!” He implored. “Just stay still.” Trish clenched her eyes shut as she started to ache from being stretched out, but obeyed Thomas’s command anyway. After another minute Thomas’s voice buzzed in her ear to give her permission to extract him. Trish slid it out of her slowly, agonizing at how sore it had made her. When it was finally free she felt emptier than ever. Her heart beat throbbed in the now empty chamber of her pussy. Maybe she should put it back in…

“Oh no!” She gasped as she noticed the state of the once smooth shaft, now looking like a slightly crumpled soda can. She set it on the night stand and watched the hatch expectantly for Thomas to emerge.

“It’s ruined.” She signed down to him. “In a few more days it might have been the right size to be comfortable.”

“It served its purpose. We can always repair it.” He assured her.

“What was that about?” She asked with one hand as she propped herself on her other elbow to look at him as he went about cleaning himself off.

“Just a shot in the dark.” He laughed at his pun.

“Stop being coy.” She signed with a wry grin on her face.

Thomas shrugged. “I, uh… planted a seed.” Thomas said, trying to think of an elegant way to say that he launched a payload of his sperm through her cervix.

“You came inside me?” She asked, and then ran her hand down her stomach as if she would be able to feel his shot inside of her.

“Yeah. It probably won’t be a million babies like we talked about, but I figure we better shoot for number two before you outgrow Kansas.” Trish blushed furiously, rubbing her palm over her womb. Oh, to be pregnant again, to make another baby with Thomas.

“How long do you think it would take to fix it…?” She asked, sharing a conspiratorial grin with her hsubad.

—

The couple managed to conceive their second child early into the new year with the help of similar devices. Once again, there was no sign that the child would be a giant like its mother. The first couple of weeks Trish basked in the glow of pregnancy once more, but the happiness was short lived as Trish’s increasingly extreme size began to lead to increasingly extreme problems.

At one thousand and five hundred feet tall, it was no longer practical to clothe her. It wasn’t that there weren’t a lot of willing firms that wanted to get oversized versions of their clothes onto the most famous person in the world. No, the issue came from the sheer scale of such a project. Even if they were to try to design a dress for her to wear a year from now, by the time a company could design it, source the materials, and manufacture it for her they would have missed their window. And so, Trish was relegated to spending most of her time naked, her only article of clothing being a pair of panties.

At two thousand feet tall, her ear drums were too big to be vibrated by most sound waves. The government helped install some implants to give her as much time as possible with the ability to hear the little people around her, but she was due to swiftly outgrow her accommodation. It was decided that Trish should learn morse code, so that humanity could communicate with her in the future by using flashing lights.

At two thousand and five hundred feet tall, she had once again outgrown her father’s ability to house her. It wasn’t practical to attempt to build her another, so she was forced to sleep outside like she did during her tour of America.

At three thousand feet tall, the mixture of her diminished capability to perceive smaller people around her mixed with the sheer amount of force even her smallest movements could output combined to make it unsafe for people to be close to her without some sort of safety apparatus. A ‘safety zone’ was maintained around her. It started as a few square miles on her father’s land, but the government saw the writing on the wall. They negotiated with Trish on a plan to set aside a growing ring of territory around her that she shouldn’t leave so that the government could evacuate inhabitants before her size endangered their safety.

At three thousand five hundred feet tall, that area grew to include Sunflower Acres. The mass migration of the faithful and the subsequent fleeing of those who didn’t want to be neighbors with a woman quickly becoming a mile tall meant that the population was nearly entirely composed of her worshippers.  ‘Little Ones’, had come to become the term decided on to describe these people, derived from the doting language the goddess frequently used to refer to the rest of humanity. There was expected resistance from the Little Ones when the military arrived to order the evacuation, eventually culminating in a standoff with the stubborn hold outs. Ultimately, Trish decided the best way to resolve the situation peacefully was to make an appearance herself. It didn’t take long for them to get with the program after that.

At four thousand feet, it became difficult to see Junior with her unaided eye. At four thousand and five hundred feet, Thomas was swiftly approaching the same fate. Trish was growing more than twenty feet taller each day, and each day Trish would lower herself as low as she could go next to Thomas’s living space and tried to remain perfectly still. She would hold her breath as she waited to see her husband exiting. No matter how many times they did this, she never ceased being surprised at how quickly he was vanishing underneath her. One day, she wouldn't be able to see him at all.

At five thousand feet tall, it was time for Trish to give birth again. The government provided an armored transport vehicle for Thomas to venture inside his wife to retrieve their second child. The path through her vagina to her womb was five hundred feet long, her cervix now a yawning ring that Thomas had to use ropes and a grappling hook to climb into.

Trish was careful not to move an inch. She couldn’t even feel the vehicle in there, much less Thomas. Her ability to communicate with the little ones was now entirely through morse code. She had her head turned to the right, looking at the spotlight as she awaited news about the status of her husband and newborn.

“Clear.” The message read. Trish had to close her eyes and focus on fighting every instinct to not sit up. Trish waited impatiently for the flare that signaled that everyone was a safe distance away before rolling onto her side to see what was going on in the capsule. The doctors and Thomas were all gathered around a bassinet. Thomas gave the blue eye filling the window a large smile, and held up their new daughter up to it for her to see.

Trish really regretted being so big. When she was four hundred feet tall, she could still hold Junior. Now at over a mile tall that would be far too dangerous. And she wasn’t getting any smaller, which meant that she would likely never be able to give her newborn the gift of her mother’s touch. She blinked her eyes and let a tear squeeze out.

Thomas tried to comfort her by sending a message through the exterior lights of the capsule, but this just seemed to make her sadder. Too big to hear them. Too big to touch them, let alone fuck her husband properly. Too big to even see them with the naked eye. She choked back her sobs lest the rattling of her chest destroy the world around her, too big to even cry about being too big. 

She opened her eyes to see Thomas with his hand pressed against the glass of the capsule, giving her the smile that he first gave her when she thought seven feet tall was too big. That infectious warmth and confidence that had gotten her through all the trials and tribulations of the last four years. It had seen her through sham trials and assassination attempts. It had been there at their wedding. It had been there when she decided that she was going to save the world, and it had been there when they welcomed their first child into the world. Each and every time the wordless message written across had been correct. Why wouldn’t it be now?

That’s right, she remembered as she lifted her nipple into her mouth and sucked, tasting her own milk before letting it spill on the ground to form a lake next to the capsule, a whole lake of milk to feed her precious child. She locked eyes with her miniscule husband, and took the message of his smile as her mantra. Everything was going to be just fine.