Neverending Story

Chapter One

(by Kristen)

As Kylie pulled into the school parking lot, she let out a yawn. "I can't

believe we're at school so early," she said to Brenda, who was sitting in the

passenger seat behind her. Brenda yawned in response. "Well, I guess it was too

good of a day to not be at the beach! We'll finish this make-up lab quickly,"

continued Kylie as she pulled into the parking space. "I sure hope so" replied

Brenda, half-awake.

There were very few people at the school, just a handful of teachers, but the

girls knew that their chemistry teacher would be expecting them to complete

their lab assignment this morning, otherwise they would receive an F. The girls

proceeded to their lockers, where they loaded their backpacks with chemistry

books and notes and proceeded to the lab.

Kylie and Brenda were high school juniors, and while they were far from

outstanding students, they were consistent "B" students. They had been friends

since elementary school, and although they were good friends, their

personalities were as different as night and day. Kylie was an energetic,

optimistic redhead, one of the tallest girls in school at 5'11", and always

conscious of what she was wearing, which today was a white t-shirt, jean shorts,

and Adidas sandals. Brenda had a darker personality, with a definite bent for

revenge. No one crossed the 5'8" Brenda, who had dark hair, dark eyes, and an

impressively muscled body. Brenda always wore clothes that emphasized her

well-toned body, and today was no exception.

Once they got to the lab, Kylie headed immediately for the workstation and

dutifully unpacked her books from her bag. Brenda sat down and propped her feet

up on a neighboring desk watching Kylie ready the experiment, slowly closing her

eyes in order to catch up on some last-minute sleep.

Finishing the setup of the experiment apparatus, Kylie turned her attention to

Brenda, noticing she had fallen asleep. Kylie rolled her eyes and began tapping

her long, silver-colored nails on Brenda's desk. Brenda startled into

consciousness and got up to help with the experiment. The girls poured a blue

solution into a flask and placed it over the Bunsen burner. Before not too long,

a gray smoke emerged from the flask and filled the immediate area, causing both

girls to cough and scramble to shut off the gas. Waving the smoke away, they

looked at the experiment directions. "It says we should have mixed this in

before we heated it up," said Kylie. Brenda nodded, "Let's start over again."

The girls completed the experiment just before their first period Math class.

They quickly dashed to the other side of the school, books in hand, and took

their seats. Brenda fiddled with her bra as if it were causing her discomfort.

Kylie pulled her sore, red feet from her sandals, flexing her toes as if to

relieve pressure. Meanwhile, "Octavian" and "Trainboy" who sat behind Kylie and

Brenda, respectively for some reason could only see the blackboard if they went

out of their way to look around their classmates.

Chapter Two

(by Rotwang)

Octavian mumbled just loud enough to his cohort "Huh huh huh...check it

out...She-Ra meets Marilyn Manson."

Trainboy sneered a little louder "Nice boots, Morticia.", and giggles arose

around the classroom.

Brenda seethed, flexing her deceptively delicate hands. "I'd like to see you die

under them, asshole", she whispered to herself. Kylie shot a venomous glance

back at the smart-alec pair.

"Oh, don't pay those jerks any mind. I think your boots are sexy...they look

comfortable, too. My sandles have been killing me since I got 'em. Mom won't

spring for another pair unless they get worn out or something. I wish I would

suddenly just outgrow them."

"I outgrew this sports bra when I bought it. I wish I wore my leather one

instead...its so comfortable."

"Ooh...you are so nasty!", giggled Kylie, "Uh...wait...that -is- your leather

bra. It was just that spandex thing a second ago..."

They looked at each other in shock a split second before the ripping sounds

began. With a pop, Kylie outgrew her sandals, the straps giving way before the

onslaught of growing feet. With a protracted tearing noise, she outgrew her

wardrobe, her shirt and bra stretching and binding her form before splitting

asunder, her shorts separated along the seams noisily. With the screech of bent

metal, she outgrew her desk in a matter of seconds.

Kylie sat on the floor of her classroom, tatters of clothes hanging off her

body, her head almost touching the ceiling. Her mouth was agape in absolute

shock, and the class began to erupt into confusion. "Hey...I wished this, didn't

I?", she said with wonder, surveying her now tiny classmates.

Brenda smiled an evil little smile, "I know what -I'm- going to wish for next!"

Her words were drowned out by screams from the classroom, but she stood to

reveal a very different outfit than what she had worn to school that morning.

Leahter bra and scant leather panties, thigh-high boots and arm length gloves,

the skin-tight leather showing off her rippling muscles.

She spoke again, a wicked look upun her face,"I wish to grow." Before their

eyes, the paniced class saw another one of their classmates begin to expand

before their eyes, the dominatrix laughing as she raised her now massive gloved

hands to push through the ceiling.

"Kylie! Come on! This is going to be soooo much fun!", she shouted.

Chapter Three

(by Goddess Susan)

As the rest of the class went looking for whatever cover they could find, Kylie

turned to look at Brenda. "You know Brenda, you're right! This could be fun!

Let's have a contest. First one to grow thru the roof is the winner, okay?"

"Sure!"

As the girls grew, so did the competition. Kylie, angry because Brenda won,

decided to extend the contest. Looking around, she pointed to a 10-story high

building. "Okay, first one to outgrow that building over there wins."

As the girls grew, they complained about different things around them.

"Ow! I stubbed my toe on that car!"

"Geez! They should put those signs up higher!"

In the end, Kylie won, but Brenda was mad because of it. She looked around for

something else to make as a challenge.

"Here, let's try outgrowing that building over there."

"Nah. Maybe later," said Kylie, becoming a little bored. "I'm going to look at

all the little people down here. I'll do it later, though. I promise."

Squatting down, Kylie looked at all the little people running away from her. She

leaned down and picked one up. Staring at it, she couldn't believe how small he

looked.

"Hmm. You'll be bettter off up here," said Kylie as she set the man on top of a

building. "Now you just stay there, ok?"

Meanwhile, Brenda decided that she didn't have to wait for Kylie to grow bigger

for her to. Thoughts were bouncing around in her head. This is your big chance!

But what if you squash Kylie? Then that'll just leave more of the universe for

you to rule!

Brenda made up her mind. Her goal: To become the largest giantess ever created!

Chapter Four

(by Rotwang)

Kylie had actually shrunk herself down to around thirty feet...large enough awe

bystanders, but small enough to interact with them. She also wished up a new

outfit...tight jeans, cut-off t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. She held one of

the Football Team with both hands, and he squirmed furiously to free himself

from the giantess.

"Lemme go!", he shouted.

"Not until you give me a kiss.", Kylie giggled. She pressed her lips to his

face, their softness enveloping and suffocating him for a moment. She then

hugged him tight to her, he could feel her breasts push against him. "You make a

great Teddy-bear! Gee, weren't you the tallest kid in school? Not anymore! I

guess I would have to qualify for that title now..."

A shadow loomed over her as she toyed with the diminutive jock.

"Think again, Kylie." rumbled from the skies. Kylie looked up in shock, as she

saw the boot of a three-hundred foot Brenda descend upon her.

Kylie laughed as she tossed away Hank.

"Oh, no you don't!"

Brenda's stomp missed, but Kylie did not know her peril. She thought it was

simply a game. She began to grow to match Brenda, her t-shirt began tightening

and stretching across her body, until the thin fabric gave way with a long rip.

Her jeans became more and more and more snug, until the seams began to give way

with a popping rip, the buttons popping off the front. Her toes tore their way

through the front of her sneakers, and soon she was wearing nothing but tatters.

"Oops! I've got to remember to wish for clothes that grow with me!"

She grew to around sixty feet when the voice of Brenda rumbled again. "I wish

you would stop growing.", and Kylie stopped growing.

"Hey! What's the big idea!", shouted Kylie.

"I wish you would obey my every command." continued Brenda with a dark tone of

voice.

"I wish you would drop dead!" shouted Kylie.

"Sorry, I already wished for immortality. Wasted wish, Kylie. Do not wish for

anything unless I command you to.", said Brenda with smug amusement.

"You are such a bitch!", snarled Kylie.

"You will only address me from now on as Goddess Brenda, slave!", shouted

Goddess Brenda.

"Yes, Goddess Brenda", said Kylie.

"Now, pick up your little toy", ordered Goddess Brenda.

Kylie stooped over, and snatched up Hank with one hand, and he wriggled in her

grip to get free.

"Now...tear him apart!", ordered Goddess Brenda.

"Please...don't make me kill him!", sobbed Kylie.

"The little shit thought it was funny to slap my ass in the hallways. I think

its funny to see him die screaming. Do it.", snarled Goddess Brenda.

Kylie wept as she held him by the ankles. He shouted and bucked, trying to free

himself, as she began to pull his legs apart. He began screaming as tendons

began to tear, Kylie had pulled him into a complete split, and his body wasn't

built for such a position. Still she pulled, her mighty strength ripping muscle

and breaking bone, his legs popped from their sockets, and with a sickening

tearing noise, one of his legs came free of his body. Weeping, her hands covered

in blood, Kylie began to pull on one of his arms. Hank's shouts stopped soon

after.

"Good work, slave! Now, find Octavian and Trainboy, and bring them to me! I have

other business to attend to...", said Goddess Brenda as she stepped over to the

School parking lot.

The school had evacuated, and the students and faculty were gathered in the

parking lot, trying to sort out what was going on. They looked on in wonder as a

three-hundred foot tall dominatrix gave bizarre orders to someone they couldn't

see on the other side of the building. Then the Goddess noticed them, and they

all began to quake with fear...and the seismic shocks of the giantess' footfall

as she approached. Everyone looked up with awe at Goddess Brenda, her

magnificence blotted out the sun. She pursed her lips in an arrogant smile as

she surveyed the thousand or so tiny people before her.

"I don't think I can adequately express how much you all disgust me. This will

have to do.", she said with dark amusement to the crowd of people, each one

seeming to her to be no more than an inch tall.

She raised her foot, and brought it down with horrifying speed in the middle of

the crowd. A half-dozen students exploded into red mush under the toe and chunky

heel of her thigh boot. Goddess Brenda laughed with delight as she felt the

bodies break underfoot, and she swung her other foot over the parking lot. She

examined the panicking crowd, and noticed the teachers trying to open the gate

to the chain-link fence surrounding the lot.

"I wish the gate would not open.", she said simply and turned her attentions

back to those directly beneath her.

"Well, well, well, Mandy Bolton and her clique. Die.", she said as she stomped

upon a knot of the school's popularity queens.

The students ran in all directions trying to escape, a few attempted to climb

over the fence, only to get caught in the barbed wire at the top. Goddess Brenda

slowly lowered her foot on a screaming substitute and half the chess club, their

bones crunching under the awesome weight.

She suddenly bent, and scooped up a handful of her victims, almost twenty of

them were trapped in a ball of humanity she held carefully. They writhed and

moaned in the palm of her hand, and trapped by her long fingers. With a creak of

soft leather, she began to tighten her grasp. The students screamed and cried

out as she heard crunching, popping, squishing noises from their midst. Blood

began to run down her glove as she thrilled to the sounds of fear and death, her

own personal symphony. Her nipples hardened, and her pupils dilated. She hurled

her handful of suffering back at the seething throng at her feet, and she began

to step, languidly, on whoever caught her eye. She usually took out three or

four bystanders as well. Her boots and gloves became stained with red as she

stomped and scoped up her victims, grinding them to paste and squeezing them to

jelly by the dozens, her terrible laughter echoed throughout the city...

Chapter 5

(by Mr. G)

Goddess Brenda's rampage, had not gone unnoticed outside the school. Almost

every cop in the city, started to converge on the school. Once they got there

they didn't know what to do. They couldn't get past the gate and the sight of

goddess Brenda crushing students and teachers to death, filled everyone in blue

with fear.

"Do we have the firepower to deal with her?" the mayor asked.

"Um, were not sure. Probably not. I recommend we get the national guard."

"All right but in the meantime. Fire some warning shots. I don't allow evil

goddess in my city."

"But Mayor Nutman…"

"Do it."

Goddess Brenda was getting inpatient. Why hasn't Kylie returned with Octavian

and Trainboy? At this rate, she might have to wish for those two troublemakers

to appear before her. Then she heard the shots. She looked out beyond the school

yard, and saw over a dozen police cars.

"Who dares challenge Goddess Brenda?"

Mayor Nutman, picked up a megaphone and said; "I Do."

Chapter 6

(by Octavian)

Meanwhile, high up in geosynchronous orbit a cloaked alien flying saucer that

would have looked at home in any 1950's flick about alien encounters, probed the

area around the two girls with various invisible beams that collected

information and other things beyond the ken of mere humans. Inside this craft

two humanoid aliens were gesticulating wildly and babbling in apparent

gibberish. Translated they are saying...

"What went wrong?"

"The evil one has used the growth field to manifest other requests, modulating

the field now to avoid further disruptions to our experiments".

The first alien then says, "Can we reverse the modifications made to the gentle

one?".

"Yes", answers the second, "but we'll have to go down and make physical contact

with her to correct things."

"Oh" comments the first.

Octavian and Trainboy suddenly feel woozy and fitfully thrash about for a moment

in there hiding place in the broom closet. When they stop thrashing it is the

eyes of a possessing alien intellect looking about themselves the personas of

Octavian and Trainboy struggle unseen in the back of their own minds as the

aliens successfully take control of them. The brooms and buckets clatter about

to the booming footfalls of Kylie outside the building as the aliens exit the

closet in some haste. Kylie's sexy, now deep voice echoes off the various walls

about the complex as she calls out her quarries names, stooping from time to

time and peering into the gloom of the interior of the school. The aliens freeze

in the corridor as they see two huge bare feet crunch noisily into the gravel

garden outside the windows, several six foot tall bushes disappear from view as

the giant feet sink some distance into the ground. Then as suddenly a huge

almost upside down face appears, the aliens in the guise of Trainboy and

Octavian are impaled by the piercing stare of the Giantesses eyes as they widen

in recognition. The face disappears from view once more and a great wrenching

tearing sound fills the aliens ears. They cover their heads with their hands as

huge chunks of the ceiling fall from above, suddenly they are grasped in the

giant feminine hands of the gargantuan Kylie and are lifted up and out through

the tattered hole in the roof.

Kylie lifted the 2 wriggling young men up to eye level and gazed at them as she

held them in one hand and began picking off their clothing with the other. Soon

the little men were naked and writhing in her grasp, she positioned one in each

palm and then ever so slowly cupped her huge weighty breasts with her man

bearing hands, the tiny men squirmed delightfully as she cupped her giant orbs

ever more firmly.

"OHHHHHH YOU FEEL SO NICE AGAINST MY SKIN" the nude 60ft Giantess moaned and

gasped.

As if the tiny men were bars of soap she began to rub them about her giant

breasts, pausing to push them against her nipples and moaning more as she did

so.

The aliens meanwhile were glad they had been disrobed and used the extra skin to

skin contact to increase the energy flow through them from their craft allowing

them the extra power to undo the multiple spells programming and to make her

immune to the evil Giantess' spells.

As Kylie continued to massage her smooth skin with the naked men she felt

suddenly strange, as if coming out of a dream whilst still awake. She realized

she had her hands pressed against her breasts and that something was squirming

against each of them in alarm she pulled her hands away from her round orbs to

reveal two naked men pressed into her pillowy flesh, she gasped at the sight of

them and grabbed each of them by a foot recognizing Trainboy and Octavian. It

amused her to hold them upside down in her grasp and asked them if they knew

what was going on here. After hearing the story they requested that she somehow

get them in contact with Brenda's bare skin.

"MY PLEASURE!" boomed Kylie.

Kylie willed herself to grow bigger and bigger and watched the naked men

apparently diminish as she continued to hold them by there feet but transferred

them to the relative safety of one palm as she grew more, her bare feet spread

over the ground and began to crumble the walls of the nearby school building,

several people fled from the ruins in fear for their lives as the gorgeous

giantess expanded and rose higher and higher above them. In the distance Brenda

was unaware of the ever growing threat to her domination of the tiny insects all

around her. With a shout and a great leap Kylie ran the few short steps to the

now slightly shorter Brenda. Goddess Brenda tore her eyes away from the thin

ribbon of blue uniforms and the mayor before her to stare open eyed at the

rapidly approaching naked beauty. Kylie's giant feet tore into the earth sending

tons of dirt and asphalt high into the air in her wake as her long graceful legs

pumped powerfully towards the evil ex-friend before her. They collided with a

huge fleshy slap as Kylie's skin impacted with Brenda's leathers costume. Down

they fell right on top of the Mayor and his miniscule officers of the law, who

fired their weapons uselessly at the great falling body of Brenda. SQUISH!!

The tiny officers and the Mayor were instantly crushed to a pulp as the cheeks

of Brenda's huge bottom smeared them over the roadway and into it beneath the

incredible combined weight of the two Titanesses.

Kylie trapped the evil Giantess between her thighs and pressed the aliens in

human guise to the bare arms of Brenda. Very quickly all the the wish power was

reconfigured. The result was that all of Brenda's clothes exploded from her

body, shredded instantly into millions of fragments as they tried to shrink back

down to normal size on her vast frame. Now she was as naked as Kylie and the

wishes made by each of them could only effect their own individual selves and

the tiny world about them but not each other. The girls during this struggle had

both continued to grow Kylie was at 1500 feet tall and Brenda at 1200 feet in

height. The tiny aliens disengaged their control over the earth men and manned

their instruments in the space craft once more, eagerly waiting to see what

would happen now.

Brenda fought viciously with Kylie and wriggled free from between her thighs and

ran as fast as she could, straight over the tiny houses, cars and people of the

suburbs. She crushed thousands of the inhabitants of this once peaceful city as

she sprinted carelessly on top of them. Kylie would not follow due to the added

destruction tat such a pursuit would inflict upon the ant sized people.

The tiny people on the ground didn't stand a chance as the titanic self

proclaimed Goddess Brendas huge bare foot ecclipsed the sun and thundered down

towards them and their homes at the speed of sound. The surroundings darkened

very quickly then there was a huge blast of super compressed air which screamed

like a banshee a split second before the huge barefoot connected with the earth

heel first. The huge rounded heel crushed the homes and people beneath it as if

they were nothing and proceeded to drive through the hard Summer hardened

ground, crashing through the underground infrastructure of a modern western

community like it was so much straw. Water mains, sewerage, power and other

underground structures were pressed further underground along with the mow wafer

thin remains of the homes, cars and people that had been unfortunate enough to

be in the way. To the tiny people it seemed as if a mountain was falling

impossibly fast on to them as the rest of the foot pivoted down from the heel

which had crushed a few homes already. The pressure wave of concentrated air

from the huge heels impact never reached most of them as the sexy huge girls

foot savagely ended their puny lives, as carelessly and with as much concern as

you or I would tread on some ants.

The city quaked and shook as Brenda's cruel crushing bare feet pounded into the

houses far below again and again, soon Brenda had clambered over a distant

mountain and made good her escape. In her wake the deep impressions of her huge

feet could be clearly seen imprinted into the cityscape, tiny trails of smoke

and billowing dust rising from them. Kylie realized that she hadn't retrieved

the two little men and that after a brief search around the ground at her 200 ft

long bare feet decided that they must be either smooshed on Brenda's body or

stuck to her still alive!

Chapter 7

(by Rotwang)

"See the evil one flee, T'Gootnar!", chortled the first alien.

"Yes, Oovlewobble. Our experiment continues as planned...wait. There is a

fluctuation...the probability field's control has reverted to the earth women!

We can't contain it to mere growth!"

"What is causing this, T'Gootnar? Has our equipment malfunctioned?", asked a

panicked Ooovlewomble as his tentacles flipped against knobs and switches.

"No...it seems to be coming from outside our ship...look! A Twangellian

battlecraft has just decloaked! It is the source of the fluctuation!", said the

alien as his eye-tennas quivered with fear. The Twangellas were notorious

pirates...known for pillaging undeveloped worlds, or at least having a bit of

sport with the pre-interstallar natives.

"They are using our energy signature! We will get the blame for anything they

affect down there!", cried T'Gootnar, one of the peaceful college student

aliens.

"Look! A fighter has decloaked! Its going to..."

BOOM! An explosion rocked the ship, and all of the atmosphere was sucked from

the tiny craft, rendering the aliens to lifeless floating globs of green goop.

"Captain Rorckva, the meddling student ship has been obliterated.", said the

pulsating ball of slime that was the Twangellian first officer.

"Did they get off a distress signal?", asked the captain.

"No...but there -was- a fluctuation in their probability field..."

"No matter", glurbled the captain, "Our generator is taking over. We'll see

which one of them conquers the other. Then we'll sell her as a weapon or a beast

to fight in the pits of the Coliseum World."

Meanwhile, on the world below, Brenda stopped, and shrank herself to her normal

size. She had been wishing for weapons, clothes, and various indignities to be

heaped on her former friend and current rival for the past fifteen minutes, to

no avail.

"Oh, I wish my wishing worked again.", she sighed, "I also wish I could get a

burger. I'm starved.", and to her startled eyes, a burger re-appeared.

A sinister look came over her face. "All right!"

Meanwhile, Kylie sat in the middle of the city park, sobbing quietly. She had

been wishing for Octavian and Trainboy to be all right, but they had yet to

appear. She was so caught up in her worry, she failed to notice she was

diminishing in size...gradually, so it wouldn't attract her attention.

A shadow loomed behind her, and she lifted her head. To her amazement, she was

smaller than the trees! Before, they hadn't so much as reached her ankle. She

felt a sudden tingle, and she discovered she was in a French-maid outfit!

"What...what's going on?", she asked, knowing with dread certainty what was

going on. She leapt to her feet, wobbling on her stiletto heels.

"Well, well, well. You had me surprised last time. I figured I would return the

favor.", said a deep and sultry voice behind her. Kylie turned slowly, and came

face to face with a column of gleaming black leather. She tilted her head back,

and followed it up to a crotch covered in scant leather panties. Back further,

and she could see the swell of large, round breasts, barely restrained by a

black leather bra. And over the breasts, she saw the wicked face of Brenda.

"That looks stupid on you", said Brenda as she leered at her rival's outfit.

"And thirty-feet tall is too tiny for what I need you for. Lets take care of

both problems at once, shall we? Oh, yes, I wish you would obey my every

command. Don't wish for anything that will make me angry or subvert my power.",

she said with a sneer, "Now...grow until I tell you to stop. Slowly."

Kylie began to grow, the tight silk dress becoming tighter, restricting her

breasts uncomfortably. Her panties began to work their way into her vulva, and

her shoes started to pinch her toes. With a rip, her stockings split along the

seams, and with a long tear, her dress came apart at the sides. Her breasts

spilled over the lacy bra, and then pushed it apart with a snap. Her panties dug

painfully into her clit before flinging themselves away in tatters. Her shoes

burst apart, the spike heels disappearing into the earth under her weight. Soon,

her frilly outfit was tatters and rags, falling haphazardly off her body. She

was now a third as tall as Brenda, who was 30 stories tall.

"Now, then. slave. Go find Trainboy and Octavian and bring them to me. If you

attack me again, I will squash you. Do you understand?", asked the giant

dominatrix.

"Yes..." sobbed Kylie.

"Yes what?" demanded Brenda.

"Yes, mistress."

"Make that goddess."

"Yes, goddess."

Kylie begins walking back toward the ruin of the school, sniffling, trying not

to step on anyone. Meanwhile, Brenda has turned her attention to the crowd of

people who had gathered to watch the giantesses. She lifts her booth, the

skin-tight leather creaking softly, high in the air, and stomps on a small crowd

of them. With a scream, they begin to scatter. Quickly and deftly, she pins a

fat man under the point of her heel, and presses down, squashing him. Laughing

gaily, she swoops down, and lifts a few tiny people, two women and three men.

She laughed at the frightened little things, no larger than an inch tall to her,

and examined them. One guy was cursing at her in a language she didn't

understand, while the other four had paired off and were clinging to each

other...obviously couples. She flicked the lone man off her palm, and one of the

girls shrieked. She separated her from her boyfriend, and took him between thumb

and forefinger.

"Do you love him, squirt?", sneered Goddess Brenda.

"Y...yes! I do! Don't hurt him!", cried the tiny woman.

"Worship me." demanded Goddess Brenda.

"What?", asked the tiny girl in astonishment.

"Worship me. I am your goddess...I alone decide if he lives or dies. Now worship

me.", Goddess Brenda began to pinch the tiny man, and her nipples hardened as

she listened to him cry out.

"G...goddess...I pray to you...you are so powerful please let my boyfriend

go...please! Stop it! You are the mightiest...no....", sobbed the girl as Brenda

slowly pressed her fingers together, feeling the tiny man flailing at the

leather of her tight glove. Her nipples hardened and swelled as she slowly

killed him, and listened to herself being worshipped as a goddess.

"I have heard your prayer. I find you lacking. He dies." she sneered as she

squashed the tiny man to paste, rubbing the gore into the leather between her

fingers. She then separated the next couple roughly, picking up the second girl.

"Here's your chance, runt. You know the drill.", said Goddess Brenda as she

began applying pressure to the squirming woman between her blood soaked fingers.

"Goddess! You are the most beautiful, and the most powerful! There is none

higher than you! All are in awe of your glory! I beseech you...spare my

girlfriend. I'll do anything...", he cried out.

"Strip." commanded Brenda. The man hastened to comply. She ogled his strong, fit

body as he shed his clothes.

"Oh, you are a handsome one. Say goodbye to your old love. I'm the only woman in

your life, now.", with that, she slowly squeezed the life out of the screaming

woman. She then put the man inside her bra, just above her nipple. She thrilled

to his squirming and struggling.

"Don't think I've forgotten you.", she said to the distraught woman on her palm,

and lowered her to her new home inside the bra over her other nipple. With that,

Goddess Brenda began to destroy all in her path as she made her way to the

center of town.

Meanwhile, Octavian and Trainboy found their wills suppressed once more.

"What happened, T'Gootnar?", asked Octavian.

"Our ship was destroyed, and our bodies along with it! I transfigured us to the

earthling bodies once again to save us!", replied Trainboy.

"What now? We have no probability generator, the Twangellians are hovering

overhead...how long until we can expect a rescue?", demanded Octavian.

"Well, Ooovlewobble, who's idea was it to go off to an uncharted system without

telling anyone?", demanded T'Gootnar.

"We didn't want anyone stealing our project! Well, at least you sent off a

distress beacon. Rescue should be along in a few of the local weeks.", said

Ooovlewomble.

"Well...I, uh, forgot to," replied Trainboy. "Just great.", snarled Octavian.

"Hey! I was busy saving our bacon! Hey...uh-oh. She's wearing an article of

clothing. I think the earthlings call it a dog collar. That means..." said

Trainboy as they spotted a hundred-foot Kylie approaching them

"The evil one has gained the upper hand.", finished Octavian. "What can we do?

We have no more control over the probability field!"

"We'll just have to talk reason to the evil one. I'm sure she's not really

evil...just disoriented from the changes she underwent."

Meanwhile, Goddess Brenda took time out of her stroll to kick in a

church...taking time to slowly crush the fleeing monks and nuns underfoot, her

laughter booming over the city as her boots made short work of the holy men and

women....

Chapter 8

(by Kristen)

Octavian and Trainboy, having assumed human forms, and with another two weeks

ahead of them before their rescue, were under enormous stress. The fact that

they would have to confront the rampaging Brenda personally made matters even

worse. The overwhelming stress began to fracture their tight bond of friendship

as they temporarily sought shelter inside the rubble of the school building.

"I can't believe you forgot to send a signal beacon!" exclaimed Octavian, "I

should have known better than to pick a co-pilot who copied all my homework at

the Navigation Academy!"

"Hey! I may have copied the homework, but this does not solve our current

problem." replied Trainboy. "Besides, I passed all the exams at the Navigation

Academy. In fact, I got a higher grade than you."

"That's because the Star Commander was your father!"

"Calm down. We must contact the evil one, but we will need courage. I have heard

of something called 'liquid courage'. Apparently, fluids containing a chemical

earthlings call 'alcohol' can impart a certain amount of courage to the

consumer. They call one such popular fluid 'beer'. I propose we drink enough of

this 'beer' so that our bravery is sufficient to deal with the evil one."

Just as Trainboy finished speaking, he noticed a bright light entering through

the air holes in their rubble fortress. The bright light caused him to squint as

he peered out the window to see a massive expanse of silver-colored toenail.

"The good one, the so-called Kylie, is right outside," whispered Trainboy, "we

must remain silent, for she will seize and present us to the evil one before we

can attain maximum courage."

Kylie paused and surveyed the rubble, searching for the wonder duo. She

scrunched down for a closer look, and saw people hiding in the rubble, but no

one in which she had any particular interest. She moved toward the far end of

the school, her feet sinking an appreciable distance into the ground with each

step. A noise in the rubble caught her attention, and she turned back to the

area she had just investigated. Octavian and Trainboy nervously held their

breath as she bent down and lifted up a nearby piece of broken roof slab.

Kylie reached into the debris about 10 feet away from where Octavian and

Trainboy hid, and wrapped her log-sized fingers around one of the students

hiding in the rubble. They recognized the student as their buddy Warthog,

watching in silence as the 100 foot tall Kylie lifted him up to eye level.

"Look at you, you certainly are a tiny one aren't you? You must be afraid of a

big girl like me. Oh, don't be scared, I won't hurt you. I think I could have

some real fun with you… is that okay with you? Of course it is; after all, did I

mention I'm 100 feet tall? I think I'm still growing… there's no telling how big

I'll get." Kylie laughed, holding him in one hand and pointing her giant silver

colored fingernail at him. She began walking toward the athletic field; the

footfall from her luxury-car sized feet echoing in the distance.

"Did you notice anything peculiar?" asked Trainboy.

"Yes, that display of behavior is uncharacteristic of the good one. Perhaps

there was a fluctuation in the time-space continuum. We must partake in this

'beer' immediately, for we will need maximum courage to deal with the

situation." replied Octavian.

"Gansevoort's Guide to the Galaxy indicates that 'beer' is in ample supply at

university campuses," responded Trainboy, "and my pocket navigational system

indicates there is one 2 tolsecometers south of here."

Meanwhile, Brenda was having her own fun with her parade of destruction as she

made her way toward the central business district of the suburban community. She

walked the streets, intentionally causing as much damage as possible. The

vibration of the earth preceded her presence, while broken pavement, smashed

cars, caved in buildings, and even trails of red blood were left behind as her

laughter echoed throughout the streets.

Brenda paused briefly at an intersection, and evilly smiled upon the people

scurrying in panic below. She lifted her tractor-trailer sized leather boot and

planted it authoritatively on a police vehicle making its way through the

intersection. The impact of her boot crushing the car created a 60-foot by

20-foot crater in the street and set off a violent shock wave that caved in a

nearby building. Screams echoed from the street below as the leather clad Brenda

towered above them, massaging her breasts with her leather-gloved hands. As she

massaged, she crushed the couple that she had placed inside her leather top

earlier, with caused Brenda to smile with delight.

"Pathetic ants! You all disgust me!" rumbled Brenda, as she planted her foot on

top of a platoon of fleeing citizens, reducing them to a bloody stain on the

pavement. "Worship me, I am your goddess, weak fools! You shall obey my every

whim and command!" Brenda emphasized her point by pounding on the roof of a

historic office building, sending it and its occupants crashing to the street

below.

Mr. G, on vacation from Nova Scotia was admiring the exhibits inside the Museum

of Belly Button Lint, Dust Bunnies, and Fuzzy Wuzzies when the building began to

rumble. Thinking that a train had passed by, Mr. G turned his attention back to

the captivating exhibits, when his concentration was once again broken by a

violent shock wave, that sent some of the lighting fixtures to the ground. The

museum curator, affectionately known as Gator, rushed to the front doors of the

museum to see what was going on.

"Holy..." Gaiter's sentence was cut off by the tremendous noise and rumbling of

Brenda taking another step forward, taking out a few pedestrians and vehicles in

the process. Mr. G rushed to the door and was astonished by what he saw, a giant

black leather boot pinning a helpless woman to the pavement. What was even more

astonishing was that above the boot was a giant column of leather, which gave

way to the angry face of a woman.

"Worship me, insect!" Brenda commanded the woman. The woman struggled to free

herself, but her efforts were of no avail as Brenda ever so slightly increased

the pressure on the woman, who was crying in excruciating pain.

With an evil grin on her face, Brenda proclaimed, "I've tired of you." and

proceeded to wipe the poor woman against the pavement. Mr. G and Gator, standing

in the museum doorway, turned to each other with horrified expressions on their

faces. Gator took one more look at Brenda and said, "Wow. Imagine all the belly

button lint..."

"I think we should get out of here," said Mr. G.

"Yes," replied Gator, "but first we must save the dust bunnies and fuzzy

wuzzies."

The Museum of Belly Button Lint, Dust Bunnies and Fuzzy Wuzzies wasn't the only

place feeling the effects of Brenda's wrath. Ursaminor Industries, a private

research institute with facilities in town, had just received a huge government

grant to see if electrons can talk. Theopolius Bolt was conducting the sensitive

research when the first shock wave struck, causing a high-energy laser to

misfire and burn a hole right through the wall of the CEO's office. Ursaminor,

the CEO, who had been downloading naughty pictures from the internet, emerged

from his office.

"Hey, what's going on out here? I am taking care of important business!"

Before Theopolius Bolt could offer an explanation, Brenda took yet another step

which cause part of the building to deflect, causing the laser to fire off

target again. This time around the laser hit some long forgotten contraption, a

prototype device that never quite worked, but looked really cool. The device

deflected the laser 90 degrees toward the ceiling, bursting it wide open. The

laser shot high into the sky until a bright flash appeared, accompanied by a

huge explosion heard by all.

"That can't be good," said Ursaminor, staring up through the hole in the roof.

Brenda held a well-dressed businessman in one hand. She brought him closer to

her face. "Your goddess commands you to take your clothing off," she ordered. A

bright flash of light followed by an explosion in the sky above caught her

attention. Temporarily blinded, Brenda clapped her hands together, turning the

businessman into something of the consistency of tomato paste.

Despite all the commotion that was going on downtown, it was another calm spring

day at Sherwood University, 10 miles outside town. The students were in the last

week of classes before finals. Excitement was building over the upcoming Spring

Weekend concert featuring Mr. Goth and the Rhythm Slaves, the biggest band to

play at the university in years.

Kristen and her boyfriend Lothar scouted out the perfect spot on the campus

green, not too far from the lake, to catch a few rays on this warm, late spring

day. Walking across the green, the pair attracted quite a bit of attention from

the students already out there. Kristen, with her auburn hair, certainly

attracted the most attention, standing 6 feet, 4 inches tall she was the star of

the volleyball team, and the best looking student at the entire university. She

was the envy of girls everywhere, and the dream date of all the guys on campus.

While Lothar spread the blanket out on the ground, Kristen slipped out of her

sandals, and took off her T-shirt and shorts to reveal a small little bikini.

Kristen lay down on the blanket, which was barely long enough for her body. She

stretched in the warm sun as Lothar rubbed sunblock on her soft skin.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in the sky, followed by an explosion. Lothar

instinctively threw his body on top of Kristen's as green particles bell from

the sky upon them.

Chapter 9

(by Sydney)

Octavian and Trainboy had managed to climb out of the rubble and were heading

south towards Sherwood University when the sky lit up above them.

"You see that?" Trainboy asked.

Before Octavian could answer, the sound of the explosion coming from the flash

had sent both aliens to the ground. They stared at each other with mystified

looks as green particles began falling around them.

"Does this happen all the time on this planet?" asked Octavian.

"I don't think so," Trainboy replied. "Take a look at the stuff falling down

here."

Both Trainboy and Octavian looked at the green particles lying on the pavement.

It didn't take long for them to recognize what they where.

"This is Twangellian metal," Trainboy noted. "That must have been the

battlecraft that exploded. I didn't think the earthlings had that kind of

technology."

"I betcha the Twangellians didn't either."

"Does this mean their probability generator has been cut off?"

"I would think so," replied Octavian.

"Then the evil one should have lost her power over the gentle one."

"And there's going to be hell to pay," Octavian concluded. "C'mon, we better go

find some of that "beer" now, 'cause we're gonna need it!"

Over at the university, Lothar had rolled off of Kristen and now sat next to

her. The green particles were still falling from the sky, and some were landing

on the sunblock that had just been applied to Kristen's body.

"Are you okay?" Lothar asked.

"I think so, I just feel a little dizzy, that's all," Kristen replied. "What do

you think that was?"

"I don't know, I've never seen anything like..."

"Like what?"

"Like,...uh...uh...Kristen?"

"Yes?"

"The green things, on your body, they're, they're, they're being absorbed into

your body."

"They're what!?"

Kristen immediately shot up to her feet, and just as quickly the straps of her

bikini top had ripped apart. She immediately dropped back down to the ground and

reached for her t-shirt. It was a struggle to put it back on, but she thought it

was because she doing it while still lying on the ground. Lothar laughed as he

watched her struggle with the shirt, which didn't make things any easier for

her. After wiggling her upper body into the shirt, Kristen finally had the

courage to stand back up. She wobbled momentarily as she arose, and had to grab

a hold of Lother's shoulder to establish her balance.

"Are you alright?" Lothar asked.

"I don't know. I feel really dizzy," Kristen replied.

"Could it be those green things causing it?"

"I don't know."

Kristen then looked down with a puzzled look on her face, and noticed that the

bottom of her t-shirt was above her belly button. She tried to pull the shirt

down but it wasn't moving. If anything, it looked like it was riding further up

her stomach. "This shirt wasn't this small before," she said. Then she noticed

that her bikini bottoms were starting to tighten up. She looked at Lothar and

was surprised to see that instead of the eyes she was used to staring into, she

saw the top of his head instead.

"My God," Kristen said, "what is happening to me?"

After being momentarily distracted by the explosion in the sky, Goddess Brenda

had resumed her parade of destruction through the central business district. The

helpless people below had fallen into a state of shock. First, a 300-foot tall

woman comes crashing through the city, crushing everything and everyone in her

path and demanding she be worshiped as a goddess. Then there's a huge explosion

in the sky, shattering every window that Brenda had not yet destroyed. It was

enough to cause everyone to question their sanity. Everyone, that is, except for

Brenda and the 100 foot tall redhead coming up behind her.

Brenda was trying to rip a skyscraper off the ground when she saw Kylie coming

towards her, holding what appeared to be some guy in her hand.

"Good, my slave, have you brought me Octavian and Trainboy?" asked Brenda.

"Hell, no," replied Kylie defiantly, "I'm not your slave anymore. You can take

this dog collar and shove it up your ass!"

"Oh really? I told you I would squash you if you attacked me again."

"I'd like to see you try, especially after I wish to become twice as tall as

you!"

Kylie immediately began growing in front of Brenda, reaching her height in a

matter of seconds.

"Wait, you can't do this!" Brenda claimed, "you must obey my every command. I

command you to stop growing!"

Kylie had a brief look of panic on her face, thinking that maybe Brenda still

controlled her. But that look quickly went away once she realized she was still

growing. The look of panic transferred to Brenda's face as she stared straight

into Kylie's belly button. Kylie then reached down and picked Brenda up as if

she were but a small child.

"Well, it looks like I'm the goddess now!" said the 600 foot tall Kylie, who

then threw Brenda down on the ground and in the process smashed an entire city

block. Kylie then pounced on top of her and began beating her to a bloody pulp.

"This is for making me wear the dog collar," she said before one punch, "and

this is for making me kill Hank," accompanied another. What was left of the

downtown population had gathered to watch the spectacle, only to be distracted

by the crashing sounds coming from the university. The sounds also attracted the

attention of the warring giantesses.

"Who the hell is she?" Brenda asked.

Part 10

(by Octavian)

Kristen's dizziness only got worse as she continued to grow. At first, she tried

to both preserve her modesty and her balance as her bikini bottom stretched

tighter until it fell between her long shapely legs to the ground. The Tshirt

valiantly kept her proud bust covered for mere moments longer until it too gave

way to Kristen's now 20 foot tall frame. The taut fabric seemed to almost

dissolve against her revealing even more of her ivory smooth skin. Lothar all

the while was backing away from his gigantic girlfriend, fighting the urge to

simply run.

With fragments of fabric adhering to Kristen's lotion moist skin and now

standing at 40 feet in height, Kristen leaned on a tree for support and in the

process revealing her gorgeous nude body to the world as her hands found other

duties helping her stay upright. Kristen's Goddess like body quickly expanded,

her sexy bare feet crept over the ground as they grew and slowly sank deeper

into the soft earth. The tree was no longer tall enough to aid her in staying

upright and she cast her self off towards one of the stands of the nearby

athletics stadium. The first ponderous step of her now 30 foot long bare feet

just barely missed Lothar as he dived out of the way, the huge ped impacted with

the ground and the tortured earth beneath it could be heard compressing beneath

Kristen's huge weight. Lothar, lying on his back, gulped and stared at giant

foot of his girlfriend sinking into the soil at the very spot he had been but

moments before. With horror Lothar realised that he was directly under the

flightpath of Kristen's other massive foot, before he could scurry out of the

way it swung unsteadily over him seeming to pause for a second directly overhead

as her huge smooth sole blotted out the sky. However it continued on it's way

and landed right on an unoccupied car some hundred feet away noisily pressing it

through the tarmac and hiding it completely from view.

Kristen had a secret desire to be a giantess and was convinced that she must be

dreaming all of this. She wanted this dream to pan out and was certain that the

dizziness might mean that she was about to fall out of bed. So was desperate to

maintain her balance, as she thought it was all unreal she wasn't to careful

where she stood and was amazed at how detailed the sensations of the cars in the

carpark crushing beneath her feet felt. She hoped there wasn't any dream people

in the cars just the same. With each vertigo-inducing step that she took her

body became increasing gigantic. By the time that she made it to the stadium

which was only a few steps it was now to small to offer support coming up no

higher than her knees. Hundreds of students who had taken shelter in the stadium

from the rampaging Brenda couldn't believe their eyes as first the head of

Kristen became visible to them inside. Quickly followed by her shoulders and

then her bare breasts but still more of her was revealed as her stomach came

into view. Then a collective gasp rose from the tiny people inside as Kristen's

pubic region ended up towering over them, 500 feet above the ground nestled

between the toned thighs of the desirable living Goddess. Despite themselves

many a young man was turned on almost instantly at the sight of the sexy

Titaness casting her long shadow over them all. Then she lost her balance.

Kristen was so disappointed to find the stadium so small compared to her that

she let her concentration slip. Down below inside the structure she could see

what at first she had thought were ants but of course they were people and they

were so tiny. Aware that she was nude, Kristen was starting to enjoy the idea of

flaunting her beauty on such a grand scale, the thought of hundreds of tiny men

lusting after her simultaneously was a real turn on. What a shame that this is

only a dream she thought but man what a realistic dream! "LIKE WHAT YOU SEE, YOU

CUTE LITTLE INSECTS?" Just as she said this her balance completely gave out and

she began to unstoppably fall straight onto the stadium. Kristen cartwheeled her

arms in an attempt to keep upright but it was no use. Hundreds of tiny frantic

screams rose up from the ant sized people as Kristen's long sexy body toppled

straight down on top of them, her knees impacted with the outside wall of the

stand nearest her first and it crushed beneath her weight like it was made of

papermache instead of reinforced concrete. Kristen's knees and legs crushed

fifty or sixty people as they tore down through the building all the way to the

ground. The sound of all this destruction was quite impressive and in the

distance two very large female heads turned to the source of the sound and could

see the giant Kristen falling. Meanwhile her upper body canted forward and she

put her hands out before her to break her fall; they landed in the carpark

outside the stadium on the far side. "My God, this feels so real, I've never had

a Giantess dream this good before!" Looking back beneath herself she had to

raise her breasts off of the stand nearest her in order to see back into the

stadium and as she did so could see dozens of tiny red splotches on the generous

curves of her giant orbs, "just as well this is only a dream..." she thought

"...and seeing as it is...". Down on the playing field directly beneath her a

couple of hundred people ran about every which way and that. About 50 of them,

probably young men were motionless and she would bet anything that they were

enjoying the view. She decided to give them a better view and lowered her hips

down onto the crowd, slowing just as she felt some of the tiny people squirming

against her skin. Devilishly Kristen pressed down a little harder and groaned as

she felt that little cluster of men stimulate her most sensitive body region,

then with a start, she realised that some of those antsized men were actually

climbing inside of her. Losing control thrust her hips hard against the field

and ground her self against the throng of mini people trapped under her.

Needless to say, most of them squished almost instantly their fearful little

cries being suddenly cut off as they became one with the mighty Goddess Kristen

atop of them. Of the 50 or so tiny male admirers just over half of them were

crushed to a pulp by her mighty mons the remainder were squeezed alive and

kicking up inside of her gigantic pussy. This drove Kristen wild as she could

feel the tiny things wriggling and squirming about between her lips and beyond.

In the back of Kristen's mind alarm bells warned her that NO dream can feel this

good or be so real. The giddy feeling was passing but in its place was intense

lustful euphoria washing over her in great waves as her minuscule lovers drove

her into a frenzy of passion. This frenzy served to very quickly demolish the

rest of the stadium as Kristen's long sexy limbs and body writhed and thrashed

all about. All this time Kristen had continued to grow, crossing the 2000-ft

mark just as the last contractions had passed from her orgasm. A couple of her

tiny lovers had survived and were stuck wetly to her inner lips whilst the rest

of the little sperm men had either been utterly squished or sucked into

Kristen's vast womb, entombing them without her even knowing it. Nothing of the

stadium stood the whole thing had been pressed deeply into the ground by her

amazing body, nothing but depressions from Kristen's body remained, even all the

crushed people were less than smears now. Lothar had witnessed it all from a

safe distance as had thousands of others it had been a strangely exciting

experience for most of them. To watch the totally nude gorgeous Titaness have

her way with all those fellow citizens, her awesome moans filling the air and

the very ground heaving and bucking beneath their feet, not to mention the scent

of her stirred some sort of primeval feelings in them. Like lemmings they began

to converge on the now relaxing Giantess, some of the ant sized people almost

running to be near the huge beauty before them. Her beautiful bare feet would

occasionally slide about on the ground or the huge toes would slowly tap,

knocking any tiny men passing nearby off of their feet some would fall into the

huge depressions made by her feet and be smeared as the huge sexy thing would

slide back into it. They were so small she could barely feel them under her

feet. In just a few minutes even despite the dangers, thousands of little people

were all about her as she lightly dozed on the ground. Then the earth began to

quake again.

Part 11

(by Kristen)

Temporarily knocked unconscious from her beating at the hands of her former

friend turned rival, Brenda was jolted back to reality by loud crashing noises

off in the distance. Lying with her tremendous body sprawling across a section

of downtown, Brenda's eyes focused in on the giant Kylie looming 600 feet above

her. Brenda panned to her left and surveyed the crowd that had gathered around

the goddesses witnessing the once mighty Brenda's embarrassing defeat.

"What the hell was that?" asked Brenda, inquiring about the noises in the

distance.

Kylie looked down at Brenda and replied "I don't know…"

Brenda braced her hands against the ground and tried to push her body up from

her rubble bed, the pressure from her hands causing them to sink into the

pavement. Kylie prohibitively placed her 100-foot long foot against Brenda's

chest, flexing her silver-polished nails in Brenda's face. Brenda struggled

vainly against the force of the mighty foot on her chest.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" protested Brenda, resigned to her new position of

inferiority.

Kylie looked down at Brenda with a cold, piercing stare.

"I'll tell you what the big idea is," she interrupted, "I'm tired of your shit."

Kylie paused briefly and plucked Wonder Warthog, who she had temporarily tucked

away, from her cascading red locks. Holding him between her forefinger and

thumb, she slid him into her slippery insides. She slowly worked her giant

fingers in and out, letting out a muffled moan, as muffled as a 600-foot goddess

was capable.

She looked back down at Brenda as she continued to pleasure herself with her

right hand.

"I'm tired of you fucking around with me, Brenda. Things are going to change…"

A look of horror crept across Brenda's face, sensing danger in Kylie's sudden

change in disposition. The crowd also looked on in stunned silence hanging on

Kylie's every word, oblivious to what was going on at Sherwood University across

town.

"I'm going to be doing the fucking around here," sternly continued Kylie, "I am

going to grow so fucking big, I'm gonna use you as my own personal dildo!"

Kylie then moved her compact car sized toe to Brenda's mouth.

"Suck on this!" she commanded her new rival as he vigorously worked her lower

reaches.

Kylie's toe slowly began to fill Brenda's mouth, while her other foot, planted

firmly on the ground, began to expand in length, plowing rubble and pavement

ahead of it. Kylie was indeed growing, while the merciless Brenda was pinned

beneath her feet. Brenda's immobility provided a window of opportunity for the

crowd to escape, some of them fleeing in foot, others by car.

Kylie looked down on the fleeing crowd and smiled devilishly, turning her

attention back to her mid section as she concentrated on the waves of pleasure

overcoming her. She vigorously worked her increasingly massive fingers into the

gulf between her legs, pushing Wonder Warthog deeper and deeper inside of her.

Warthog had completely lost his bearings inside the ever-growing Kylie. It was

too dark to see, surrounded by her scent and enveloped in her juices, while

occasionally buffeted about by her massive, fleshy fingers.

Gator and Mr. G stood on the steps of the Museum of Dust Bunnies, Fuzzy Wuzzies

and Belly Button Lint watching the whole scene unfold.

"I think we really need to get out of here," said a rational-thinking Mr. G.

Gator continued to watch, not hearing or perhaps oblivious to Mr. G.

"I think we should get out of here," repeated Mr. G.

"No, before me, I behold the mother lode of bellybutton lint," proudly replied

the museum curator, "this is a find of epic proportions."

"Dude, your on your own!" said Mr. G as he made his way to the museum parking

lot. Turning the corner, he saw that the goddesses had been here before him. An

enormous footprint lay where he had parked his car. He climbed inside the

depression and saw the twisted remains of his car in the wasteland of rubble.

Next to the broken car was a meter maid, who was writing out a parking ticket.

Just as Mr. G. opened his mouth in protest, the meter maid smiled at him,

handing him the ticket. She moved on to the next demolished car. The frustrated

Mr. G. threw the ticket down, and dejectedly sat on the rubble-covered ground,

hands covering his face.

Meanwhile, Kylie's moans echoed louder and l

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