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Too Much Honey by Berkhart

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Too Much Honey

by Berkhart

 

My resolve was starting to slip, a pretty common occurrence whenever my girlfriend put her mind to breaking it. Honey wasn’t the kind of woman accustomed to being denied, and for good reason. Possessing a nearly indomitable personality, not to mention a tight, voluptuous body, she could pretty much melt me into giving her whatever she wanted.

And right now she wanted more growth serum.

“Please Baby-a, just a little more, it won’t be a problem for anybody.”, she purred between playful nibbles at my ear.

This had been going on for the last ten minutes and it probably wouldn’t end until Honey got what she wanted. At first, she simply asked me to give it to her, but when that didn’t work, she resorted to one of her more effective tactics: seduction. Presently, Honey had crawled into my recliner, her 5'6" body pressed up against mine. As she had hoped, I couldn’t come up with a good reason to say ‘no’ in the face of her distracting efforts.

“So? You will do this for me?”, she asked again, while fixing her powerful gaze onto me.

I looked back into her brown almond shaped eyes, admiring their intensity, along with the pretty Korean features of her face.

When I didn’t respond to her question right away, she cooed, “You still not answer me yet Baby-a.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea”, I finally blurted out. “People are gonna start noticing if you get much bigger.”

Her face registered a momentary look of annoyance, but it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. Honey knew she was going to win this round, it was only a matter of time. With that in mind, she kept up the pressure, and held her fiery temper in reserve.

Resuming her flirtatious tone, she whispered into my ear, “Just think, if I was taller: I would have longer legs...bigger chest...more tongue...”

She let that statement trail off, while locking her lips onto mine.

When she finally broke off and I regained my breath, I tried to counter her point. “But Honey, you’re already perfect...in every way.”

Brushing a stray lock of dyed blonde hair from her eyes, she responded, “Yes, but if you make me bigger, then I will become...more perfect. No?”

I could tell there that was going to be no dissuading her, but we went back and forth for a few more minutes anyway, until I saw the first real signs of her temper start to flare. If there was one thing I didn’t need to experience right now, it was Honey’s explosive anger. To her credit, she had come along way in controlling her volcanic tantrums over the last couple of years, but every now and then she’d lose control. Of course, part of the reason she had become more relaxed was that I usually caved in to her, as I was about to do now.

Wanting to avoid an argument, I sighed in defeat, “How big do want to be?”

Honey’s face instantly broke into a dazzling, victorious smile. “Another four inches”, she said without hesitation.

“Six feet tall? Honey, You don’t need to be that big.”

This wasn’t the first time we had this discussion...

Her height had been a major preoccupation ever since I’d met her, and it became all the worse after I revealed the growth formula three months ago. As a way to give her the few extra inches she craved, I had given her a small sample back then. To Honey, this gift was as treasured as any amount of diamonds, especially when she morphed from a petite 5'2" to a more statuesque 5'6".

Size wasn’t the only thing she gained during the transformation. In addition to that, and much to my dismay, Honey had acquired strength that was slightly out of proportion with her new height and weight. I found this out a few days later during a little play wrestling, that despite having a three inch, forty pound advantage over her, my girlfriend was nearly able to overpower me.

Besides trying to please me with more height, Honey thought she had a more pressing reason for growing...

As an exotic dancer at a local strip club, my girlfriend found that ever since turning thirty, she had been losing business to her younger colleagues. It seemed quite ludicrous to me, since both Honey’s beauty and body were stunning. If anything, she seemed to have grown even more attractive in the two years that we had been going out. Still, I guess some men just can’t appreciate true perfection.

Not that I minded that there were less guys ogling my girlfriend, of course.

Anyway, the most pressing concern now was Honey’s desire to increase her height. Once she defeated me, I removed the serum from its hiding place and carried a small dosage to my waiting girlfriend. In the meantime, Honey had moved to the bedroom and when I got back to her, she looked quite pleased with the way things played out.

“For me?”, she asked coyly, when I handed her the small glass of formula.

Rolling my eyes, I growled back in mock annoyance, “Just drink it already.”

Honey took only a brief second to regard the glass before downing its contents in one quick gulp. After the liquid was gone, she collected the serum’s residue by running her little finger inside the glass. Not willing to waist one drop, she sucked her moist pinky to until she was satisfied that she had got as much of the formula as possible.

Now that Honey had what she wanted, she jumped from the bed and clasped her hands behind my neck. “I want you to feel me grow”, she said breathlessly.

I returned her embrace, pulling her in close, but secretly, I didn’t feel the same enthusiasm for what was about to occur. Deep down, I had no desire to see her become any larger. I suppose it was a little sexist, but the thought of my girlfriend standing taller than me didn’t seem all that appealing. Sure, she was going to look great, there was no question of that, but the thought of this demanding woman suddenly finding herself bigger, and more importantly stronger, would mean that she’d pretty much hold all the advantages in our relationship.

If Honey was a handful now, there was no telling what she’d be like soon...

That thought sped through my mind just as the serum took effect. Holding Honey in my arms, I felt her body gradually stretch upward and out against me. As she grew, her expanding waist pushed out against my enclosing hands, while the lengthening of her body caused my palms to slide closer to her magnificent tush.

Minutes later, Honey and I found ourselves staring at each other eye-to-eye for the first time. This moment passed quickly though, as the formula continued to propel her growth upward, and she surpassed my 5'8" height in no time.

When the expansion finally ended, Honey towered over me by a good six inches. Inwardly, I cursed myself, since it was obvious that I had given her more serum than necessary. Of course, my miscalculation only made Honey all the more ecstatic, since she received more size than she had asked for.

Never one to hide her feelings, my 6'2" girlfriend wrapped her powerful arms around me and lifted me into a crushing embrace.

“Oh baby-a! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

She twirled around, delighting in her new found size and strength, while kissing me between every “thank you”.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, I had to break up the celebration. “Honey. Sweety. I’m having trouble breathing.”

It was embarrassing to admit that to her, but I didn’t have a choice. If I hadn’t said something when I did, I might have passed out from the pain or lack of air. Fortunately, the moment the words left my mouth, Honey released her hold and looked down at me with a look of guilt. The elation she had just experienced quickly disappeared, and her expression turned into one of concern. Reaching down, Honey lifted up my shirt and examined the fast forming bruises.

She sucked in her breath, and whispered, “I-I-I’m s-so sorry, baby-a...”

“Don’t worry about it sweety”, I said interrupting her apology, while pulling my shirt back down and trying to catch my breath. “It’s not that bad really.”

Honey didn’t look that convinced, but she did relax a little bit. “You sure?”

Trying to ignore the pain around my ribs, I fibbed a little, and said, “Sure, it’s nothing.”

The towering Korean girl looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, before she started to grin. “Maybe, I can make it up to you....”

Almost two hours passed since Honey had finished “making it up to me”. I awoke in our bed feeling a conflicting combination of both pain and exhilaration. The ache in my sides had dwindled down to a dull, barely noticeable throbbing, but at the same time, the rest of my body felt like it had been through a grueling workout. Still the lingering sensations of Honey’s intense ministrations were more than enough to make up for any fatigue I may have felt.

Honey...My thoughts instantly turned to the slumbering minx.

I tried to roll over and look at her, but I found myself nearly immobilized. After a brief instant of panic I realized that Honey had wrapped an arm around my stomach and was holding me close against her body. This was how we normally slept together, only now, our usual spots were reversed.

I’m not going to say that my position against Honey’s warm, curvy body was unpleasant, quite the contrary actually, but it did make me feel somewhat uncomfortable to be reminded of her newfound physical advantage.

Eager to move out of her grasp, but not wanting to disturb her, I started to shift gently. I paused for a second and listened to the light cadence of her snoring. Despite the cuteness of it, there was no way Honey would ever admit or believe that she snored. Barely able to stifle a little chuckle at the thought, I resumed my effort to break free. Unfortunately, before I could get too far though, Honey let out a little moan and pulled me in tighter.

After waiting a few seconds for her to slip back to sleep, I tried again to wiggle out of her grasp. This time I barely moved before Honey increased the pressure of her hold.

From behind me, I heard her groan sleepily, “Mine.”

Frustrated now, I wanted to get up, but in the process I didn’t want to give Honey the satisfaction of knowing how hard it was for me to break free. Again I moved, but as before, my powerful girlfriend countered by pulling me in closer and wiggling her body even tighter to me.

I had no doubt that she was awake now, and even though I couldn’t see it, I could feel the impish grin that was probably lighting up her face.

Honey’s warm breath tickled my ear as she leaned in close and whispered, “Naughty, naughty. You must stay with me.”

Knowing that I was beat, I said, “Alright ‘Muscles’, what’s it gonna take to get free.”

She was silent for a moment, before replying, “No deals...you stay.”

“What about dinner?”

As if on cue, both of our stomachs growled. Honey sighed and rolled onto her back, while moving me so that I rested on top of her. We spent several seconds like this, enjoying the closeness of each other, until she reluctantly let me go.

Before I got off the bed though, Honey gently placed a finger on my arm.

“Baby-a?”, she said, “Maybe I could have just a little more.”

“More what?”

She didn’t respond, but as I stared into Honey’s smiling face I realized the obvious answer: she wanted more growth formula.

The instant I understood her request, my mind flashed toward the kitchen, where a bottle of serum was still sitting on the counter...unsecured. I felt a sudden, cold feeling grip me as I realized that Honey could have accidentally stumbled onto the motherload of growth spurts, if she had gotten up while I had been sleeping.

Good luck had kept that from happening, but unfortunately, my girlfriend was incredibly perceptive and I could tell she was reading the startled look on my face. Sitting up quickly, with a knowing grin lighting up her face, Honey let loose a loud, exaggerated stretch before saying, “Maybe I should get up now...”

Her intentions were frighteningly clear, and I didn’t know what to do. I could demands her to stay away from the formula, but that’d only ensure Honey would do what she wanted. The thought of physically restraining my girlfriend had even less of a chance of succeeding, considering our considerable differences in strength. With all this in mind, I decided on a different tactic.

“Hyun-Hee”, I said, using her Korean name. “Please angel, I’m begging you...don’t...”

She listened for a few seconds, before playfully silencing me by placing a finger to my lips. “Relax baby-a, I’m just making fun with you. But now, I must get ready for work. We can eat after?”

I nodded a little and watched Honey bound off the bed and prance into the bathroom. Relieved at the sudden change of events, I was about to get up too, when the blonde amazon burst out of the bathroom unexpectedly.

Holding up one of her “work outfits” against her chest, she said, “Can you make this my size again?”

Not waiting for an answer, she handed it to me, kissed my forehead, and then rushed back to the bathroom in what all seemed like one fluid motion. As I heard Honey turn on the shower, I looked over the glittering outfit in my hands. The “Cleopatra” outfit, as we called it, was a skimpy little top and bottom made of plastic gold coins. Even though it was probably nothing like the real Cleopatra would have worn, on Honey, it was still the most mesmerizing little outfit I’d ever seen.

After regaining my senses, I rushed to the kitchen and applied serum to the golden top and bottom, and set it aside.

In the meantime, while Honey continued to get ready, I prepared dinner for the two of us. Deciding on a simple, yet favored meal of spaghetti, I boiled water and noodles together, before moving onto the rest of the meal Several minutes later, as I slid a loaf of Italian bread into the oven, a pair of large, soft hands closed around my eyes.

“Guess who?”

“Is it my annoying girlfriend?”

Honey let out a little “hmph” in response to me not playing the game, before she turned her attention to the stove top. Poking her nose at the pans of noodles and sauce, she quickly pepped up when she realized spaghetti was on the menu tonight.

“Ahhh, you always no how to make me happy baby-a”, she said. “But you’ve done enough, I finish this now.”

Despite my protests, Honey shoed me from the kitchen and took over the rest of cooking. Not one to be comfortable sitting around while somebody else was working though, I went back to the kitchen and attempted to set the table. I hadn’t even grabbed the first plate, when Honey intercepted me.

“No, no, no”, she scolded.

I tried to protest, but Honey wasn’t in the mood for a debate. Without warning she picked me up and hefted me over her shoulder. Caught completely unaware by this move, I didn’t even try to resist as she carried me into the livingroom and dumped me onto the couch.

Putting her hands on her hips, she then said, “You sit. You relax. I finish and tell you when to come back.”

I nodded a little, as she continued with a playfully stern grin, “Trust me, you don’t want me to get really rough.”

Still a bit sore from our earlier activities, I decided it best to take Honey’s advice and not go anymore rounds with her. Fortunately, dinner was ready soon after. The food turned out fine and Honey had even added some candles and wine to make the meal a little more special. Once we finished eating, she went back to the bedroom to put the finishing touches on her makeup, while I was left with cleaning the kitchen.

Several minutes later, Honey emerged dressed casually in the clothes that she had been enlarged in, while holding a backpack with her freshly enlarged work outfit inside. As we kissed each other goodbye, the front door banged open, and my sister’s voice announced her arrival.

“Hey bro, you home? It’s me Allison.”

I don’t think there was ever a good time for Honey and my sister to be in the same room, but now seemed like a particularly bad moment. As soon as Allison called out, I felt my girlfriend’s grip tighten around me for a brief moment. A second later she let go, but I could tell from her clenched jaw that she was already on edge.

Allison had never approved of my relationship with Honey and was quite open about her opinion on the subject. That alone caused some pretty tense moments, but the fact that my sister could be something of a bully only made things worse. For the last three years, despite my best efforts, Honey had been forced to take Allison’s subtle intimidation and more direct insults. Now though, the physical dynamic between the two was suddenly very different.

With this in mind, I whispered to Honey, “Hyun Hee, please don’t start anything.”

A split second later, Allison came into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks. Standing a statuesque 5'9", she had been able to look down at my girlfriend, even after the first enlargement, but now, she found herself eye to chin with Honey.

Judging from the taller girl’s smug grin, I could tell she was overjoyed by Allison’s shocked reaction.

Much to my relief though, rather than cause any trouble, Honey said airily, “Well, I must be going.”

Before leaving though, she turned back to me, and partly for Allison’s benefit, gave me one of the most breath stealing kisses I had ever experienced. Once we broke contact, Honey grabbed her bag and asked, “You will meet me for coffee after work?”

Even though I was still a little short of breath, I managed to gasp, “Sure angel, I’ll be at the diner around 2.”

Satisfied, Honey sashayed out of the kitchen, but before disappearing, turned around and blew me one last kiss.

After she was gone, and Allison had recovered, my sister turned on me. “Are you out of your fucking mind?! What were thinking when you gave her more of OUR formula?”

I didn’t have a good comeback, and I doubted that Allison would be satisfied if I replied, ‘because Honey wanted it.”

She didn’t let up, “And do you think people aren’t gonna notice how a little pixie Korean girl is all of a sudden standing taller than the average basketball player? I’m telling you, if anybody finds out about this, then we can forget about making a deal with Bellum Research. They’ll drop us in a flash if they know we allowed somebody to take a formula that hasn’t been through official trials yet.”

As much as I hated to admit it, Allison was right, but I didn’t want to back down. “Nothing’s going to go wrong and nobody will think anything about Honey. They’ll just presume she’s wearing heels or something like that.”

Allison was about to reply, but I cut her off and tried to change the conversation’s direction. “Besides, if you’re pissed about anything, it’s that the formula works on her and not you.”

“Figures it’d make that slut grow.”, she snarled.

Before I could say anything, it was Allison’s turn to cut me off. “I’m sorry bro, but she’s no good. She’s just using you. Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Allison. Honey’s got it great here. I mean, she must love paying most of the bills and helping with the cooking and housework. Real good scheme she has going...real good”

Allison didn’t have a good response to that, but she said, “Look, I’m just saying that you could do better, that’s all. For instance, just the other day, Sandy was asking about you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Wow, Sandy Watkins...what’s she up to now, her fourth divorce? Fifth?”

“Third actually, but at least she’s making an honest living, instead of having a bunch of pervs stuff dollar bills down her pants.”

We went on like this for another half hour, with Allison attacking Honey and me defending her. Finally, after getting nowhere, we moved on to discussing our negotiations with Bellum Research. A meeting was scheduled for next week, which would pretty much be a do-or-die appointment for our growth project. Once Allison and I got our facts straight on what we would say to the Bellum guys, she left and I finished getting the kitchen back in order.

Later that night, I met up with Honey for coffee. We chatted about this and that for an hour or so before heading home. As soon as we entered the house, I went to the bathroom for a quick shower, while Honey sauntered straight for our bedroom. When I finished a little later, my towering girlfriend was waiting for me.

Sitting in a corner chair, clad only in a pair of lacy turquoise panties and her ankle high boots, Honey looked incredible. As soon as she saw me, the reclining amazon crossed her legs and took a sip from a nearby glass of red wine. This wasn’t the first time that I had seen my girlfriend posed like this after she returned from work.

It was a clear indicator that she wanted to play through a little scenario we had conducted numerous times in the past.

As was expected, I knelt down in front of Honey and unlaced her boots reverently. The moment I removed the high heels from her feet, the musky scent of leather combined with sweat tickled my nose. As I tried to ignore the slightly pungent odor, I marveled at how such a beautiful woman could produce smelly feet on the level that Honey did. Still, to preserve the mood of our game, I acted as if their scent didn’t bother me.

After I set her boots down, Honey looked down at me and then at her feet, before saying, “Kiss them.”

Putting aside my distaste for her command, I leaned in closer and gave her right foot a quick peck.

Honey frowned ever so slightly at my effort, and ordered, “More.”

Even though her attitude was part of the game, I felt my hackles rise a little at how she was acting. For a brief second, I considered quitting, but I quickly changed my mind. Then, feeling as if I was losing control of myself, I lifted Honey’s foot to my lips and kissed its sole tenderly. From above, I noticed my efforts had pleasantly surprised her, as she sucked in her breath, while I licked between her toes.

“Don’t stop”, she gasped.

Wanting to please her more, I took her left foot and rubbed my cheek against it, reveling in its feel and scent. After worshiping her for another few minutes, Honey told me to stop.

Pointing at her inner right thigh, she said, “Now here.”

Happier with this location, I eagerly raised my lips to the spot she wanted and began to kiss the soft, warm skin. Feeling that my earlier devotion to her feet might buy me a little liberty in our game, I began to kiss higher up Honey’s leg, but she quickly put a stop to that.

“No”, she scolded.

Chastised, I resumed kissing where Honey wanted, but I still couldn’t forget her pussy that was so tantalizingly close to my face. As I worshiped the Asian goddess’s thigh, the faint smell of her sex taunted me. It was obvious that Honey was as aroused as I was, but despite this, she still refused to relinquish any control in what would happen tonight.

Lost in my thoughts, I must have slowed my kissing to an unacceptable pace. Hyun-Hee brought me back to the task at hand though, by placing a finger beneath my chin. With her other hand, she traced an imaginary line that led to her belly button.

“Here.”, she said.

As I leaned in a little against Honey to reach her stomach, I felt her powerful legs close lightly around my sides, which only served to illustrate her domination over me all the more. Still, any reservations I felt about accepting her control had been set aside several minute ago, and I moved to kiss the spot she wanted.

I only was able to enjoy the feel of Honey’s firm tummy for a few seconds before she used her finger to resume the invisible path that led to her bared chest. Being a bit of breast man, I jumped at the opportunity to concentrate on her lovely chest, but at the last second, my girlfriend changed her mind.

Sticking her hand before me, she commanded, “Kiss here.”

Despite my disappointment, I was still under Honey’s seductive spell, and so, lavished kisses onto her hands. Finally, in the midst of my hand worship, she stood up. On my knees, the view of Honey’s voluptuous 6'2" frame was as awe inspiring as ever. For a second I actually felt myself get slightly dizzy at the amazing sight, but fortunately, Honey quickly took my hand in hers and steadied me. Then with relative ease, she pulled me up into a standing position.

“I think you earn a chance to be in control for a while”, she said.

As she led me by the hand to our bed, she paused, and whispered huskily, “But you better not disappoint.”

The next day, after a late morning wake up, Honey and I spent the day going from store to store so that she could find clothes to accommodate her larger body. An admitted shopping addict, she spent hours dragging me along to see every outfit she wanted to add to her ever growing wardrobe. By the end of the day my senses had been dulled from a never ending deluge of boots, scarves, skirts, and anything else that caught Honey’s fancy.

When I remarked that her shopping spree was as exhausting as our previous night’s activity, she frowned and declared testily that I had just earned an extra hour of watching her look for a new purse.

Throughout our epic mall and shop tour, I became uncomfortably aware that Honey’s taller body had attracted attention everywhere we went. A woman of her unusual height and curvy frame was probably assured of being the center of attention, but that combined with her exotic Asian features only seemed to add to the ogles she received.

I’m not generally the jealous type, but I can’t deny that the stares bothered me, especially considering that I was right next to her. As was Honey’s way though, even in the midst of her self absorption, she made sure to keep me in mind. Probably to make me feel better, she hooked her arm around mine and rested her head briefly on my shoulder. Honey’s act instantly made it clear to all that she was spoken for, and as a side benefit, signaled to any women who were watching that they should stay away from her “property”.

Once our shopping expedition was complete and Honey’s new clothes collection was moved to the bedroom, she prepared for another night-shift at the club. That evening she left a little early so that she could meet some coworkers for a pre-work drink. With that in mind, I left to meet up for dinner with a few friends of my own.

I returned home about three hours later and no sooner had I shut the front door, when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Yeah dude, this is Jerry?”

“Jerry?”

“Yeah, you know Jerry, one of the bouncers down at your girlfriend’s club.”

“Oh yeah. What’s up man?

Jerry paused for a second before asking if I had seen Honey tonight. Suddenly feeling a slight panic, I asked, “Is she ok?”

“I guess she’s ok...but...ah shit! I gotta go man, but you should probably get down here as soon as possible.”

In the background I could hear what sounded like a pretty loud, raucous crowd at the club, before Jerry hung up. My thoughts immediately shifted to concern for Honey. Even though Jerry said she was ‘ok’, there was still something wrong. Regardless, I was about to leave for the club when a sudden, dreadful idea struck me.

Shaking I walked through the kitchen and into my small, makeshift office. While the room looked pretty much in order, it was obvious that somebody had rifled through most of its contents. Almost knowing what I was about to find, I went behind my desk and looked in the locked bottom drawer.

Not surprisingly, the metal lock had been ripped off, clearly by somebody possessing incredible strength. As I looked in the drawer, a space where the nearly full bottle of growth formula usually sat, was now empty.

I was scared...

Even though I hadn’t seen her yet, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that Honey was already bigger. The missing bottle of growth formula, coupled with Jerry’s slightly panicked phone call made it clear that she wasn’t the same as when I had last seen her. The only question now was: how much bigger had she become?

As I drove across the city at top speed, I continuously looked up at the skyline for signs of my potentially gargantuan girlfriend. Wild images flew through my mind of Honey smashing through the helpless city like she was some type of B-movie monster. I didn’t think she was capable of that, but still, there was no telling how the fun loving woman would act, if she was completely free from any restraints or consequences.

Even as frightening as that was, another thought hit me. What if Honey shared the formula with others? She had been out drinking with some of her friends and fellow dancers before work. Maybe they all experimented with the serum? If so, then it was indeed possible that the world wouldn’t be facing just one giant woman, but maybe up to ten or more. I tried to reason with myself that the formula probably wouldn’t work on all of her friends, but still, I couldn’t shake the mental image of an army of giant sized strippers looming over the city...

I reached Honey’s club about thirty minutes later, and fortunately, none of the events I dreaded had happened yet.. Relief washed over me as I saw that the building didn’t show any signs of being torn apart by growing women. Better yet, nobody seemed to be fleeing the club in any kind of blind panic. Actually, I realized that the opposite was occurring, as a line of at least a hundred people were waiting to get into the building.

Thankfully, rather than being forced to stand in line with all these people, Jerry was outside checking ID’s and allowed me to slip through. Not surprisingly, based on the crowd outside, the interior was nearly jam packed full of people. From my spot near the back of the throng, I couldn’t see the stage or who was dancing. As I tried to press my way through the crowd though, I received the first confirmation of my fears coming true.

A door leading to a private room opened beside me, and out came a scantily clad woman of about eight or nine feet. While this amazon had similar features to Honey, she kept her hair its natural black color. Instantly recognizing this Korean dancer as one of my girlfriend’s best friends, I called out to her, “Cammy! Cammy! Over here!”

Knowing my voice, she twirled around and held out her arms, so that I could get a good look at her newly enlarged frame. “What do you thing of the new me? Not too bad, is it?”, she said proudly.

I ignored that question, and was about to ask about my girlfriend, but Cammy spoke first, “And have you seen Honey yet? God! She looks absolutely in-credible!”

Another dancer, a still normal sized woman, appeared behind Cammy. “Looks more like a cow, if you ask me.”

The lusty Hispanic features and “bitchy” personality of this newcomer led me to guess that I was in the presence of Mercedes, one of Honey’s more bitter rivals.

“Fuck off Mercedes”, Cammy snarled. “You’re just jealous you can’t look that good.”

Deciding to interrupt the two before a distracting argument started, I broke in. “Where’s Honey at now, Cammy?”

The eight foot woman pointed her arm over the crowd and toward the stage. “She’s up there dancing. I’ll get you a little closer to the front, so you can see her.”

With that, she took my hand into her own powerful fist and forced her way through the packed throng of people. Not surprisingly, Cammy didn’t have too much trouble in elbowing gawkers out of the way or bouncing them aside with a thrust of her hip, and in no time we were within a few feet of the stage. Once we made it to the front, I was able to get my first eyeful of the all new, bigger Honey.

Cammy hadn’t exaggerated, Honey did look incredible, and then some. Standing a statuesque ten feet tall, the curvy blonde’s head was just inches from the ceiling. As she moved about on the stage, I watched the muscles in her legs, toned from years of dancing, flex with her every step. Even more mesmerizing was the swaying of her hips and chest, a testament to just how talented Honey was at moving her body.

Just watching this goddess of a woman almost made me forget that I was made at her...

As I stood at the foot of the stage with Cammy and Mercedes behind me, Honey dropped to her knees and leaned way back so that everybody could get a look at her cleavage. It was in this upside down position that she saw me. Her face took on a momentary look of surprise before erupting into a huge grin.

“Baby-a!”, she exclaimed, while hopping off the stage.

She was about to wrap me into a huge embrace, when I stepped back from her. The look of hurt on her face nearly made me forget about what she had done, but I was able stand fast. Glaring up at her, I said, “For Christ’s sake Honey! What...what were you thinking!?”

Her mouth started to open, but I didn’t let her reply. “I can’t believe you’d go behind by back like this, and not only that but you’ve got Cammy mixed up in all this now too.”

“But...but, I did it to make you happy”, she said.

“Bullshit. This was all about you and what you wanted. You didn’t even consider how I’d feel about it.”

Honey shook her head sadly, but she didn’t deny what I had said. Despite my best efforts to stay tough, my normally energy filled girlfriend’s quiet, shamed demeanor started to break me down a little.

“Where’s the rest of the formula”, I asked her somewhat softly.

“In the dressing room.”

I was about to go get it, when Honey kneeled down and trapped me with a powerful hug. With tears flowing now and her chest heaving from little sobs, she said between sniffles, “Oh baby-a, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

This apology was enough to finally make my anger crack, and I returned Honey’s hug the best I could. Before I could say anything though, a deep, mocking voice interrupted me.

“Well, well. If that isn’t the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. Not only that, but thanks to your little make up session, I was able to find this amazing stuff and try it out.”

Whirling around, I found myself staring at a nightmare far worse than I had originally imagined.

Mercedes towered over the shocked crowd with one hand on her hip and the other holding the growth formula. Standing at least twelve feet tall, the smug stripper stared down at Honey, before wrapping one of her powerful arm around my neck.

“You’re her smart little boyfriend aren’t you?”, she sneered, while pulling me in securely against her.

Honey took a step toward us, but Mercedes stopped her. “Stay where you are slut or else I snap this little guy’s neck like a twig.”

My captor ignored the venomous look on Honey’s face, and turned her attention back to me. “Listen up buddy, you can get me more of this formula? Can’t you?”

I managed to squeak out that I could.

“Good. Good. That’s just what I wanted to hear. See, I plan on sharing this stuff with a few of my girls, and once they’re the right size, then you’re gonna make sure I stand much, much...MUCH bigger than this!”

Mercedes let out a sultry laugh, while Honey refused to let her walk out with me still in her grasp. “Let him go”, she hissed.

Her rival didn’t flinch though, and instead, simply smirked at how much in control of the situation she was. Seeing that Mercedes wouldn’t back down, Honey’s demeanor changed dramatically in a way that was almost as shocking as her unnatural size. I seen tears start to form in her pretty eyes, while her lips started to tremble.

“Please...please”, she whimpered. “Just let him go. We’ll do whatever you want, Mercedes. Just please let him go.”

Mercedes only laughed at this. “Don’t worry, I’ll let him go, when I get what I want...unless maybe...I decide to keep your little boyfriend, and use him as my dildo. But tell you what, after I get tired of him, I’ll give you back whatever’s left.”

I imagine Mercedes would have gotten away with all this, if it hadn’t been for Cammy. She had maneuvered behind the twelve foot tall Mexican woman and, without warning, leaped onto her back. At her smaller size, Cammy didn’t stand much of a chance against Mercedes, but she did manage to take her foe by surprise, and as a result, Mercedes released me along with the bottle of formula.

While the two amazons struggled with each other, I should have scrambled away to safety, but instead, I could only watch as the cylinder of growth serum slowly rolled toward Honey. She too watched its progress intently, until it came to a stop and rested lightly against her bared toes. A split second later, Honey reached down and picked up the bottle. Uncorking it, she took a meaningful glance toward Mercedes, before downing the entire formula.

By the time Mercedes tossed Cammy aside, she could only watch as the last few gulps of serum rolled down Honey’s throat. Knowing first hand what the formula was capable of, the cruel dancer didn’t hesitate to turn on her heels and bolt through the crowd. In the meantime, the first waves of expansion surged through Honey’s body. I started to go to her, but she held up her hand to stop me.

“No”, she gasped. “Go...ahh...you need to...ohh...go!”

As her body grew out and upwards, spasms of pleasure caused Honey to moan in ecstacy. In the meantime, I decided to take her advice and make a run for it, before she brought the building down on top of me. To be honest, I didn’t really care about the rest of the crowd that was still standing around, but I did stop to make sure that Cammy was well enough to escape. Fortunately, despite a few bruises, she was able to get to her feet and clear a path for us to the exit.

Once we made it outside, we listened as Honey’s growth ripped apart the club’s interior. In no time, the building’s side and roof began to bulge out, before finally giving way to Honey’s rapidly expanding body. Less than a minute later, the world got its first look at the largest human being to ever walk the Earth.

Honey rose from the wreckage, looking every bit as magnificent as she probably hoped. Her gorgeous face had lighted up with a small smile as she ran her hands through her platinum hair to remove the from it. Next, she arched her back and stretched her mighty arms into the air, while taking in a deep breath of night air. Once Honey appeared to be comfortable, her smile disappeared and she gazed down at the streets, clearly looking for somebody.

She scanned the ground until she saw me. Before I even had a chance to consider running, Honey bent down and carefully wrapped her fingers around me. As she brought me skyward, towards her face, I hate to admit it, but I experienced terror like I never had before. No matter what I felt toward Honey at that point, or her to me, the fact that she possessed so much casual power and could snuff me out with a squeeze of her fingers was more than I could handle.

I struggled against the giantess’s hold, which only forced her to tighten her grip more. Lost in my fear, I didn’t realize that she was simply trying to keep me from falling from her hand.

“Shhhh. Baby-a? Shhhhh. I will not hurt you.”, Honey whispered, attempting to calm me.

As I slowly regained my wits, I looked into her beautiful face and saw that she was sincere. Once I calmed down a little and stopped fighting, the realization that I was actually sitting in the palm of my girlfriend’s hand hit me. Somewhat glumly, I reasoned this had always been figuratively true, so it might as well have become literally true too. Judging from the just formed little grin on Honey’s face, I imagined she was probably thinking the same thing.

“I think I am going to like you this way very much”, she said, while pulling me closer to her face.

“What way?”

Honey giggled a little, “Small and all mine, of course!. You’re going to be mine forever now.”

I could have told her that would have been true even if she hadn’t grown into the Amazing Colossal Girlfriend, but then, I wasn’t too keen on contradicting Honey at that moment. Instead, I decided to focus on another matter.

“What...what are you going to do now?”

The question seemed to take her by surprise a little, as her expression took on a sudden look of serious contemplation. It took only a couple of seconds for Honey’s face to light up again. This time though, her grin had a definite hint of mischief that wasn’t present minutes before.

“I want to explore this little city”, she said, and be seen by EVERYBODY!”

That Honey was intent on being the center of attention didn’t really surprise me, nor did her next, more serious, statement.

“Perhaps even, I will visit your sister soon. There is very much I wish to speak with her about now.”

Inwardly I groaned at that, and could only hope Allison would take the first chance she could and get out of town. Still, even though she was my sister, part of me couldn’t blame Honey for wanting a little payback for all the crap Allison had pulled over the last few years. As I was distracted with thoughts of my sister, the impatient blonde holding me clicked the fingers of her other hand to get my attention.

“Are you ready?”, she asked.

“Ready for what?”

“To walk with me silly.”

Confused, I looked into her eager face, and said, “I don’t see how that’s going to be possible. Maybe you should just put me down for now.”

Honey only shook her head at that. “Baby-a”, she said pouting. “You do not wish to stay with me?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just...”

“Good then!” Clearly not interested in what other objections I may have had, she looked at me, and said a little coyly, “Now, I must find a place where you can be safe.”

Honey then gazed down at the waistband of her “skirt” for a moment and then back at me with a look that didn’t need to really be explained. Of course, she did anyway...

“You will be spending much time down there, baby-a, but not right now”, she said with a naughty lift in her voice.

While I was left to contemplate that, Honey brought me up to her mouth and gave me the largest kiss that any person will probably ever experience. Her giant, soft lips covered my entire body and pressed me lightly into the palm of her hand. Overcome by the intensely sensual sensation of a full body kiss, I returned the gesture as best I could, until Honey finally released me. As I regained my breath, I noticed that my girlfriend’s bright red lipstick had left a pink smudge over most of me.

Pulling her hand back a bit so that she could get a better look at me, Honey giggled a little at my lipstick covered appearance, before carefully depositing my onto her shoulder.

“You can stay there for now”, she said.

Honey’s smooth shoulder didn’t offer a very secure spot for what I rightfully presumed would soon be a very bumpy ride. Terrified at the prospect of falling from this height, I scrambled through the thick, fragrant curtain of my girlfriend’s hair and toward her neck. There, I found the familiar gold chain she often wore. Desperate to take hold of it before she started to walk, I grasped the necklace with my arms and legs, and held on for dear life.

From above, Honey’s booming voice filled my head. “You are ok, baby-a?”

“Honey! Put me down! Please!”

She chose to ignore my plea, and said cheerfully, “Ok, hold on very much tight!”

Satisfied that I was relatively safe clinging to her necklace, Honey took her first giant step into the city. As she sauntered away from the destroyed club, I found myself looking down at my life line. Before tonight, the necklace had been nothing more than a cheap little Valentine’s Day gift, but now it was as thick as my forearm. Further down, dangling from the necklace was a little heart pendent poised near the top of Honey’s chasmess cleavage. As I found myself mesmerized by that amazing sight, I very nearly lost my hold on the gold chain.

A little bit to my surprise, Honey must have sensed me slip a little, and so, lifted her hand until it was just beneath me.

“You must be more careful”, she cautioned. “There will be time for us to have that kind of fun later.”

In response, I held on a little more tightly, and wondered how Honey had correctly guessed the reason for me nearly falling. As I said before though, her ability to read me was uncanny.

The next several minutes of her stroll were relatively quiet. Because it was nearly midnight and we were in a less residential part of the city, there were few people to notice the miraculous sight of a giant woman walking about That changed quickly though, as Honey crossed through Lakeview Park and found herself standing beside the Highway 92 overpass. Even though there were only a few cars on the usually busy road, each one came to a screeching halt when they noticed the blonde haired giantess.

Honey regarded the bridge idly before she easily lifted one of her towering legs over the forty foot high overpass, and stood so that she was straddling it. At first, I was afraid that she planned to sit on the bridge, but for the time being, she seemed content to stand over it and look as if she was scanning the horizon for some reason. Still, after Honey had deliberately positioned herself in such a away, I was positive that she was up to something.

A few seconds later she made her move...

Apparently, after one guy stopped his car on the overpass, he was foolish enough to get out and gawk up at the gorgeous woman overhead. When Honey didn’t make any threatening moves, he became a little bolder and moved directly underneath her, so that he could look straight up her skirt. Considering that she was wearing one of her work outfits, I imagine the guy must have gotten a pretty good eyeful. Unfortunately for him though, he took the bait Honey presented and fell right into her little trap.

Obviously looking for an excuse to mess with somebody, the giantess was ready to strike as soon as the first idiot gave her reason to. She allowed the guy a few seconds to stare, before pretending to notice him for the first time. Letting out an offended little “hmph”, she bent down and grasped the back of the man’s shirt with her thumb and forefinger. Even though the guy was probably a jerk, I felt a little sorry for the trouble he was in.

Honey lifted the man and held him just beneath eye level and glowered, while he screamed in terror.

“You should be shamed with self”, she said lecturing the guy. “You need to apologize for this.”

The little guy didn’t need any much prompting, and he quickly pleaded for Honey’s forgiveness.

She didn’t buy it though. Shaking her head slightly, she growled, “No, no. Not good enough. Not at all...no.”

From my perch on her shoulder, I listened to Honey, and from experience, was pretty sure she was just playing around, but I doubt if the little guy realized that. All he knew was that he had been caught peeping at a woman capable of crushing him out of existence with practically no effort.

“Maybe you would like to look down my dress next?”, she said to her prisoner.

Not surprisingly, he sobbed and told her “no”, but Honey didn’t listen. Instead, she lifted him above her head, and snickered, “There! Perfect view now!”

For the next several seconds Honey alternated between dangling him like that, before quickly bringing him back down near her chest. Finally, after several giggle filled repetitions, she brought the guy back in front of her face, while taking a few steps into the nearby park.

As she walked, Honey scolded her toy, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

The terrified man assured her that he had, and my girlfriend smiled appreciatively.

“Good”, she said. “But I think you still need to cool off a little.”

Without any further warning, Honey dumped the guy into the park’s lake. She watched him flounder around for a little bit, either because she found it funny or she wanted to make sure that he could swim. From my perspective, it was probably a little bit of both. Fortunately, the sputtering guy eventually made it to the shore, and Honey left him be.

Soon after, she resumed her tour of the toy like city. Somewhat surprisingly, Honey didn’t linger at any one spot for long. At most she would pause to look at some interesting object, and then continue on her way without causing any real incident. As the minutes passed by, Honey seemed to pick up her pace, until we crossed into an area of the city that seemed increasingly familiar. From my vantage point on her shoulder, I started to recognize where she was heading, and my heart nearly stopped.

We were less than a few minutes from my sister’s home in the suburbs.

Even though I already knew the answer, I couldn’t help but ask. “Honey? Honey, where are you going?”

She didn’t respond...

It probably would have been easier persuading a tornado to change its path, then it was to reason with Honey when her mind was set on a course of action. Now, giant sized and strong willed as ever, she refused to even acknowledge my protests as she marched through the suburbs toward her target. Fortunately, the 200 foot woman seemed mostly in control of her emotions, and as a result, rather than mindlessly plowing through the landscape, she stuck to the streets and minimized damage to the surrounding neighborhoods. The downside of Honey’s purposeful walk was that she didn’t allow herself to be distracted from finding Allison.

We reached my sister’s house within the hour, and as I had hoped earlier, she had somehow found out about Honey’s radical transformation. Unfortunately, it looked like her discovery came too late...

Allison was just throwing a bag into her car, when Honey appeared over the tree tops. Seeing her long time foe, now standing larger-than-life, Allison turned to flee, but she couldn’t hope to move faster than somebody with a hundred foot long inseam. Before she even made it to the front of the car, Honey was on top of her.

Quickly immobilizing my sister’s Honda by carefully placing a foot on it, Hyun Hee looked down triumphantly, and said sweetly, “You weren’t leaving? Were you?”

Despite the tone in her voice, there was a menace in Honey’s demeanor that made me shiver...and I wasn’t even the one facing her wrath. Obviously, terrified, Allison stammered something that sounded unintelligible to me, but Honey didn’t seem to have any trouble in understanding her.

“Good”, she purred, right before dropping her full weight onto the car. The small Honda didn’t stand a chance against Honey’s strength, and flattened into a metal pancake. Enjoying herself, the massive stripper ground the crushed auto into the street like a used cigarette butt.

Knowing that she was in the most extreme of dangers, and lacking an escape route now, Allison tried to reason with the giantess. “Honey, let me explain...it was never anything personal between you and me. It’s just that...that...”

The deadly glare in Honey’s eyes, along with Allison’s inability to come up with anything that wouldn’t be a complete lie, kept her from finishing . The enormous woman, as usual though, wasn’t at a loss for words.

One of Honey’s elegantly shaped eye brows rose slightly. “Nothing personal?”, she said, “ Let me see...you have called me slut. Whore. Bitch. Skank.”

Honey ticked the insults off on her fingers, before pausing, “You wish me to continue?”

Allison didn’t respond.

“I ask you question! Maybe, you think you still too big to give me respect? Maybe...you think you are better than me?”

“No! No! That’s not it!”

Honey smirked a little, before she replied, “You say it, but maybe you should show me respect. Yes, this is what I want! Show me!”

My girlfriend seemed quite proud of her idea, but Allison looked confused. “I don’t understand.”

“No, of course you don’t”, Honey mocked in her most condescending tone.

Judging from Allison’s momentary look of annoyance, the insulting effect wasn’t lost on her, but fortunately, she quickly hid her anger.

Honey continued, “Now then, you will kneel in front of me. Then you will kiss my feet. That’s it! Kiss my feet, just like little dog.”

For a second, I feared that my proud sister would refuse and choose a crushing death over humiliating herself in front of Honey. After a moment’s hesitation though, Allison actually sank to her hands and knees, right before pressing her lips into the Korean woman’s big toe.

High above, Honey didn’t bother concealing her amusement, and I could tell she savored every second of her revenge. Much to my surprise though, she halted the “game” quickly.

Honey placed her hands on her hips, and simply said, “Enough.”

Allison was obviously as shocked as I was. “That...that’s all?”, she asked somewhat meekly.

Nodding, Honey replied, “Yes, but now you must leave this...I mean MY city.”

She paused for a second before continuing, “And don’t let me see you again, or else...”

Honey didn’t finish her threat, but she did take a meaningful glance at Allison’s flattened car. After that, nobody had any trouble in determining what “or else” meant. Once everything was clear to her, Allison didn’t waste anytime in scurrying away. As she fled off into the distance, I had a pretty good idea that would be the last time I’d ever see my sister.

While I felt some sense of regret in the way things turned out, I have to admit that I didn’t feel as much sympathy for her as I probably should have. After all, maybe if Allison had shown Honey even a little bit of respect over the years, she probably would have had a happier ending.

Soon after exiling my sister, Honey resumed her tour of the city, and from my perch on Honey’s shoulder, I was able to spot the tell tale flashing of police lights in the distance. Honey saw the police blockade as well, but she didn’t show any signs of slowing down or changing her course. Even though I knew the authorities wouldn’t be able to miss an enormous, scantily clad, Korean girl for long, I still couldn’t help but shudder at the prospects of a confrontation between Honey and the police.

Within a few minutes, we were upon the small road block. Somewhat surprisingly, I saw only five or six cops and three police cruisers “blocking” Honey’s path. As soon as she was about a hundred yards away, we heard a megaphone blare at us.

“Halt! Stay where you are and await further instructions!”

The police officer’s commanding tone pretty much guaranteed that Honey would do whatever she damn well pleased, just to show that she could.

Her brow furrowed slightly in annoyance, and a frown darkened her pretty face. Rather than strike out at these foolish little men though, she held her ground and folded her arms over her chest.

Shaking her head, Honey said, “No, no...I do not think you can make me do that. You are far too small, and I am much, much too big.

Feeling that the policemen had absorbed her obvious point, she took one deliberate step forward.

Again, the megaphone warned her, but this time the speaker didn’t seem to have as much confidence as before. “Ma’am, you will not move any further!”

Honey just sighed, before shaking her head again. “I think you no understand”

Pointing a thumb at herself proudly, she declared, “BIG!”

While the police processed that fact, Honey waved her hand at them dismissively, and said, “Not big.”

Still, feeling that a more direct demonstration was now in order, she quickly bent down and snatched a police car into one of her massive hands. As the suddenly not so brave officers cowered in fear at Honey’s unexpected move, she crushed the vehicle in the same manner that somebody would an empty tin can. Satisfied that she had made her point, my girlfriend gave one last, triumphant look at the police, and then stepped over them without any concern. Again, Honey’s titanic movement sent the cops scrambling for cover, but fortunately, she had no interest in hurting them.

I imagine that the police, after recovering from their encounter, probably felt anger at being humbled by a woman, even if she was an especially gigantic one. It probably stung all the more, since Honey pretty much rubbed their impotence in their faces.

Honey’s triumph over my sister and then the police left her feeling both smug and euphoric. Giddy, she carefully plucked me off her shoulder and deposited me into a waiting palm. Honey gazed down at me with a dazzling smile on her face, and said, “You are proud of me? I have been perfect angel so far? Yes?”

From my vantage point in her cupped hand, I looked up at her mock-demure expression, and sighed. I didn’t feel comfortable contradicting her prideful opinion. Honey hardly met the definition of a “perfect angel”, yet, she had showed some uncharacteristic restraint since attaining her towering height. After all, nobody had ended up crushed yet and the city was still standing.

“Sure sweetie”, I said after a more few seconds of thought. “You’ve been great.”

“Yes, yes! I’ve been perfect”, she agreed wholeheartedly, while nodding her head enthusiastically.

Walking while she talked to me, Honey didn’t focus too much on her path until a dull metallic crunch caused her to pause momentarily. She looked down at the ground under her foot and, what I suspect, was the remains of a destroyed car of some sorts. She frowned only briefly, before muttering, “Poo.”

In classic Honey fashion though, she didn’t dwell on her mistake for long...

”After all, what’s done is done.”, she would say.

Shrugging her lovely shoulders, she resumed her stroll into the increasingly more developed parts of the city. As we made our way into the downtown area, I noticed that the buildings here were taller and more numerous. After a few more minutes, Honey came to a stop in front of a particularly towering structure.

The Marroth Financial Building dwarfed even Honey in size. Built only a few years before, the glass and steel structure was home to a number of high end firms, and the pride of our city. Well past midnight when Honey arrived in front of the building, only a few lights twinkled from inside and I guessed that there won’t too many people there. Those few that were inside, were clearly visible through the windows as they gawked at the glorious vision before them.

Using her free hand, the giantess ran her fingers over the smooth exterior before seeming to come to some type of unknown decision. Without another word, Honey placed me onto a nearby skyscraper that had a full view of the building she was interested in. Then, giving me a little wink, she turned back toward the Marroth Building and disappeared behind it.

Seconds later, Honey’s arm and hand snaked around one of the structure’s corners. Dangling loosely from her fingers was her golden bikini top, which she let fall into the streets some 200 feet below. The glittery cloth fluttered to the ground with a soft, yet echoing “SCHWOOMPF”. I couldn’t tell if anybody was caught underneath the bikini top, and could only hope that if there were, they had the fortune of being trapped beneath the massive cups.

Before I could contemplate the fate of any possible victims of Honey’s discarded bikini, the half naked giantess slunk out from behind the building and looked at me with an expression that could only be described as one of extreme naughtiness. Then, with one hand on the Marroth Building and her free arm held tantalizingly over her chest, she began to use the towering skyscraper as a stripping pole. For the next several minutes Honey mesmerized me with an amazing combination of sinuous moves and her amazing body.

As she continued her enormous display, the enormous Korean shimmied out of her golden skirt, and exposed her glorious body for all to see. Casually swinging the bottom around her finger for a few seconds, Honey looked at nearby buildings until she appeared to find one that caught her fancy. Smirking, she bent down and stretched the skirt atop the headquarters of Faith-For-All-Corp. Satisfied with the sight of her undergarment draped over the uptight fundamentalists’ office, Honey turned her attention back to her dance.

Leaping at the Marroth Building, the agile giantess gripped her powerful legs around the structure and hung upside down. I watched Honey for a few seconds, lost in her amazing display, until I heard the sound of crumbling concrete and bending steel. The look on my girlfriend’s face told me exactly what she had in mind...

Finding myself suddenly frightened and helpless to stop her, I could only stand by and watch as Honey prepared to topple an entire skyscraper.

There was no doubt in mind that, if she wanted, Honey could have snapped the entire building in two within a second. Even before her enlargement, I had felt those legs wrapped around me and knew first hand just how strong they were. Now, with nearly limitless power at her command, my girlfriend could have toppled the skyscraper with a mere flinch of her thighs, but that didn’t appear to be her plan. Instead, Honey was obviously savoring the feeling of her awesome strength. Gradually, she tightened the grip of her legs so that they slowly compacted the Marroth Building’s exterior.

To be quite honest, I could have easily stood by and watched Honey finish the structure off. From the beginning, I hadn’t been overly comfortable with her superiority, but now, watching Honey exercise her might made me feel vaguely excited. To me, there was something primally sexual about the nude beauty in such a position of power, and for a few seconds I actually considered standing quietly by while Honey destroyed an entire skyscraper.

Before she got too far though, I realized I couldn’t remain silent. I knew that what Honey was about to do was wrong, and once she destroyed that building, it would only be the beginning..

It took me a few seconds to find my voice, but once I worked up the nerve, I yelled out, “Honey! No!”

She didn’t respond. The intense look of joy on Honey’s face told me that she was completely wrapped up in what she was doing. It wasn’t until I called her name a third time that she looked up at me.

As the massive woman stared at me, I found myself fumbling for words, but Honey knew what I was thinking...as always. Scowling a little, she untangled her legs from around the Marroth Building and stood up. With her long legs, it took the immense woman just one stride to reach my spot across the street. She glowered down at me and stood so close that I could have reached out and touched her exposed pussy that was looming in front of me.

“What?”, she growled.

Gulping a little, I managed to find my voice. “You can’t Honey. You can’t do this.”

She let loose a mirthless “HA!” “Can’t? Who will stop me? Maybe, you think you can control me?”

“No, that’s not it.”

Honey shook her head. “Yes you do...you want me to tip toe around just like some scared little girl.”

Things were about to spin out of control, and with Honey’s temper starting to flare up, I had to change tactics.

“Look sweetie, I don’t want to control you. I love you too much to do that. Hell, I practically worship the ground you walk on. You’re my goddess...

The words I spoke were true, but they were also meant to calm Honey down a little. Judging by the softening of her face, it appeared like I might have succeeded. Bending down so that we were looking eye-to-eye, Honey scrutinized me, as if she was trying to make sure I was telling the truth.

Apparently satisfied with what she saw, her face broke into a little grin. “So, you really feel this way?”

“Of course.”

“If it is true, then you should not try to stop me anymore?” Honey’s smile grew even larger, as she thought she had used my words and feelings to trap me.

Sighing a little, I replied, “Yes, I’ll always stick by you, no matter what, but...”

“But what?”, Honey asked, while her eyebrow arched a little.

“But, I want everybody to see you the way I do. I mean, it would break my heart if people were scared of you and thought you were some kind of monster.”

To be honest, I’m not sure what Honey would have done at that point, but fortunately, a stroke of good fortune arose that would influence her decision. To our left, stood a building that headquartered a local television affiliate. On the structure’s front was a large television monitor that broadcast the channel’s news programs. As Honey and I glanced at the screen, we saw something that made us both forget about our conversation.

Emblazoned across the monitor was live footage of Mercedes rampaging through a neighborhood full of shops. While nowhere near as large as Honey, the twelve foot Latina woman still possessed strength far beyond any human capability. Judging by the bullets bouncing harmlessly off her body, she was invulnerable too..

Mercedes was adjusting to her new size. Even though she originally hoped to drink more of the formula, and become much, much bigger, she found that being a dozen feet tall had its advantages. At first, Mercedes planned to flee town after quickly liberating some cash from a nearby bank. Once she found out that her enlarged body was as powerful and unstoppable as a tank though, she decided to extend her stay.

It didn’t take long before Mercedes’s crime spree attracted the police’s full attention. Unfortunately for them, their efforts to stop the amazonian stripper failed miserably. Bullets, tasors, and tear gas had no effect on Mercedes, and their inability to cause harm, only encouraged her to torment the cops more.

From our spot downtown, Honey and I read a headline on the news report that read, “Giant woman kills at least 6 police officers...dozen more injured.”

Seeing this slaughter by her enemy, especially displayed so graphically, seemed to effect Honey. When she saw Mercedes catch up to a cop and callously break his neck, my girlfriend finally made her move. Before I even had a chance to beg her to do something, Honey gathered me up onto her shoulder and was bounding toward the city’s east section.

In the meantime, Mercedes was having a blast. The cruel bully had just stuffed several handfuls of diamonds into her short’s pockets, and found herself facing two more cops as she left a jewelry store. Knowing full well that weapons couldn’t stop the amazon, both men jumped into their car, in hopes of escaping. Unfortunately, the policemen were too slow.

Snickering, Mercedes clasped her fists together and slammed them into the cruiser’s hood. The giantess’s hands impacted the metal front with a sharp bang, before crashing through the engine block. With their car out of commission, the two policemen fled for safety, but Mercedes wouldn’t let them get far. Using her long powerful legs, she easily kept pace with the fleeing cops. She followed them until her prey turned into a dead end alley.

“Uh-oh! End of the line!”, Mercedes taunted.

Finding themselves with no other alternatives, the terrified police officers fell to their knees and begged for mercy. Showing mercy was the last thing on Mercedes’s mind though. Never overly fond of cops, she had every intention of taking advantage of her ability to show them who was boss. Quickly advancing, Mercedes grabbed a man’s next in each of her powerful hand, and then with frightening ease, she hefted them off the ground, and slowly choked the policemen.

It was this scene that greeted Honey when she arrived.

With her hands on her hips, my girlfriend stood silently behind Mercedes, before clearing her throat loudly. From Honey’s shoulder, I got a charge out of the smaller woman’s startled reaction, as she let go of the cops and seemed to jump a good ten feet out of surprise. Like she had in the strip club earlier, Mercedes didn’t have any intention of tangling with the far larger Korean woman. Instead, she turned and bolted between Honey’s legs.

That was all part of Honey’s plan though, because once Mercedes got behind her, the 200 foot woman twirled around and reared her perfect leg back. The next thing I saw was the twelve foot Latina hurtling through the air, and a split second later, slamming into a brick wall across the street. Amazingly, Mercedes’s high velocity impact with the wall seemed to have less effect on her than Honey’s foot had.

“That’s for being a bitch”, Honey announced.

As Mercedes picked herself up, another kick sent her sprawling in the opposite direction.

“And that was for putting your skanky hands on my man!”, she said, while giving me a gentle little stroke with her pinky.

Even though she stirred a little, the latest blow left Mercedes down for the count. Before she could get up again though, Honey ripped a metal light pole from the sidewalk and wrapped it around the smaller woman’s body. With Mercedes immobilized and no longer an immediate threat, something surprising happened: all around us, innocent bystander, new reporters, and even the remaining cops started to applaud...

...they were actually cheering for Honey.

After realizing what was going on, the 200 foot blonde flashed her trademark smile. As she held her head high and stuck out her chest proudly, Honey said to me, “I think I will like being hero, baby’a”

Two years later...

Since that night, the public has more than accepted a giantess walking amongst them. In fact, more than accept her, it could safely be said that Honey is beloved. Of course, to me it’s not really hard to understand. With her mixture of confidence, enthusiasm, and impish personality, most people find it hard not to love Honey, even when she’s at her most infuriating.

While the general public has a high opinion of my new wife, the government looks upon her with a remarkably different view. They fear her strength, her invulnerability, and her outspokenness. Still, because they really can’t do anything to stop her, our leadership has adjusted to the circumstances. Agreements between Honey and the government have been in place for about a year now. As agreed upon, the government provides Honey with a rather large allowance, in return for her “good” behavior and cooperation with certain rules.

And there are many of those...

For example, she is required to give 24 hours notice anytime she wants to leave our new home, and travel into the city. Naturally, Honey ignores that rule, and most others, whenever she pleases. There’s no doubt in my mind that she loves the spectacle that arises every time she makes an unexpected appearance. Unable to stop her, and because she doesn’t really cause any major problems though, the government continues to keep up their end of the deal.

Besides receiving tribute from the government, several major companies provide Honey with various items. Clothing designers are the most prominent givers. With her killer, larger than life body, many of the firms ship hundreds of outfits to Honey every month, in hopes that she’ll wear them and act as a walking advertisement. So far, their plan seems to be working, as my wife’s popularity with young women throughout the country has guaranteed that whatever she wears will be in high demand from the “smaller” crowds.

While Honey has received a lot since her enlargement, I’m proud to say, she has started to use her unique abilities to give back to the community. Specifically, she’s become the public face of numerous battered women shelters and charities. Each week, Honey spends a few hours at various homes for single moms and their kids, where she tries to help with what she can. According to the authorities, my wife’s dominating presence, at the very least, scares away abusive husbands and boyfriends.

Once the various social work agencies realized this, billboards with very a cross looking picture Honey started popping up around the country. Emblazoned beneath her image was a line that read, “Maybe you wanna try and abuse her...”

According to recent data, Honey’s work is starting to have some effect, as the reports of domestic violence have declined by 30% in the last year.

Unfortunately, their have been a few negatives in the last two years. Mercedes for instance, has proven to be quite a problem. With no jail able to hold her or any other person able to stop her, the super powerful amazon has wreaked havoc wherever she’s went. Unwilling to cross Honey again, Mercedes did flee to the opposite coast where she quickly took control of most of the east’s criminal organizations. In less than two years, she has become one of the wealthiest people in the world, and responsible for spreading some pretty serious misery. Hopefully, someday, Honey will decide to do something about Mercedes.

While Mercedes has been living large, my sister has completely disappeared, but I guess that’s not so surprising considering how Honey and Allison’s last meeting went. Following the humiliation she experienced though, I have no doubt, that somewhere, she’s working on perfecting our growth serum and getting her revenge. Someday, there might very well may be a giant Allison heading our way, but even so, I’ll put my money on Honey in a fight.

In the meantime, life goes on for the two of us, and for all her faults, I’d be happy with Honey even if she was twenty miles tall.

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