EPILOGUE

  The Las Vegas Strip was on fire and the whole of it burned with an incredible beauty of deep reds and sparkling orange. The starry sky was dotted with clouds of wispy smoke that curled into the night air. The streets that led away were packed with stalled car lights and the jumble of a few unavoidable accidents. It was a tapestry of chaos, a picture of destruction, and a testament to the power of two women.

  It was at the end of the Las Vegas Strip where the two women lay. Their bodies were over twelve-hundred feet in length; strong and trim, they could easily be seen from atop a ridge near the La Madre mountains where another woman watched.

  She was tall, almost nine feet in height. Her breasts were large and round, the thick bikini they were wrapped in straining under their heavy weight. She had long blonde hair that fell about her broad shoulders in light curls and straight, silken strands that smelled faintly of strawberries. Her eyes were squinted as she smiled, irises of cool and clear water that glistened with the distant firelight. Her body was strong, lean and muscular with skin that was soft, smooth and pleasing to touch.

  She sat atop the hood of a bright red convertible; her body pressed down into the metal with it's size and dented the waxy finish. The top was down and the driver's seat missing along with the rearview mirror. The car tilted to one side as the axle had slightly bent after driving under an increasing weight.

  Beneath her, at the base of the cliff she was on, was the broken remains of the marquis from the Circus Circus hotel and casino. It had landed on it's side, crushing the clown's pinwheel, after one of the giant women had thrown it.

  She took in a deep breath, the shoulder straps of her top creaking, and sighed as her smile broadened, admiring the continuing display that went on before her. Her ears perked up suddenly as she heard something off in the distance behind her. Another car was trailing it's way up the road towards her.

  She turned her head and watched as the dim lights of a truck crested the hill. It was a large truck, a Toyota Tundra with a deep purple skin that seemed lost in the night. It rolled closer, jumping softly on it's shocks, before stopping in front of her and her car. The engine powered down and the sound of it cut out while the lights still shined. The truck had California plates that read simply : PANTHER.

  She began to stand; the convertible groaned under the shift in balance and one of the tires popped, quickly flattening. Her toned legs flexed as her feet touched the ground, the lean muscles standing out as she walked towards the newcomer.

  The door to the truck opened and a man stepped out. He was of average height, about 5' 10", and of average build. His smile was framed by a thin goatee and high cheek bones. His long brown hair streamed out from beneath a reversed baseball cap and fell down over his shoulders; he shook his head to toss the errant locks away. He wore a black vest over a long sleeve shirt that was tucked into his buttonfly Levis. His sneakers were smudged with the dust of the Nevada border and he stood there, looking at the statuesque blonde as he twirled his keys on an index finger.

  She took a few more steps towards him, her expression one of playful anger. She growled, a deep growl that permeated her body as she slowly began to grow. The front of her bikini quickly snapped apart under the increasing pressure, letting her firm endowments push their way forward. They didn't sag in the slightest as the muscles of her chest tensed with the loss of outside support. The broken cups slid along the sides of her impressive chest, pulled upward by her broadening shoulders.

  Her feet spread across the base of her thin sandals, her toes extending over the edge; the thin leather on their tops broke under the strain of her steps and she stepped barefoot out of the ruined footwear.

  The lower half of her swimsuit stretched across her hips, the fabric clinging to the expanding skin. It crept it's way into her hidden folds, becoming wet and leaving little to the imagination. She stopped and looked down at him with a mild scowl; towering over him by at least twice his own height.

  He looked up to her beautiful face. She crossed her arms in front of her, further pushing up her bulging cleavage. He looked forward, at the toned surface of her tanned stomach; he closed his eyes and kissed it, trailing the tip of his nose around the thin hairs surrounding her navel.

  She started to giggle, the muscles of her stomach tensing slightly as she did and her frown melting into a broad smile. She brought down an oversized hand and ran her long fingers through his hair.

  He backed away and looked back up to her face, beckoning to her with a curling finger.

  The blonde amazon began to shrink, slowly diminishing in size. Her body retained it's firm and voluptuous shape as her stature dwindled. She kept her eyes locked on his as she did, shaking her head with a wry smile. She was about to shrink down past six feet in height when he put up his hand to stop her.

  He looked at her with a critical eye and pointed upward with his thumb.

  She sighed and started to grow again, stopping after she regained a half of a foot.

  He smiled emphatically and wrapped his arms around her bare back, tilting his head upward to meet her waiting lips.

  Her adept tongue pressed forward to meet his, filling his mouth with it's warmth. She squeezed him tightly to her, relishing the feel of her skin pressing against the leather of his vest and the rough cotton of his jeans. She backed away, suckling on his lower lip as they parted.

  He nodded once again and she quickly shrank to a barefoot height of 5' 9", still beautiful and almost naked as her once tight underwear hung loosely around her waist. They stared at each other for a few moments, content in the silence they shared, then he smiled.

  "Hi."

  "Hello."

  "You have no idea what it took me to find you."

  "I heard," she raised a thin eyebrow, "you made yourself a janitor in a Los Angeles highrise?"

  "That was one huge mess to clean up, let me tell you."

  "A bounty hunter?"

  "It seemed like a cool career choice at the time."

  "And what about that ditsy brunette you were with in Vegas?"

  He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender.

  "Sweetheart, she couldn't hold a candle to you."

  The blonde shook her head as she thrust her fist into his shoulder, causing ripples to pass through the bare flesh of her torso.

  He flinched.

  "C'mon, it's not like we're really dating anymore anyway." He watched her walk away from him, moving towards the passenger side of his truck. Her hips swayed back in forth in the oversized bikini bottoms and the sides of her breasts bounced rhythmically with her steps. He called out with one last plea. "It's just a story!"

  "You better have written some spare clothes for me into this car of yours."

  He sighed as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans. The air had a faint scent of hickory drifting about and it tickled his nose. The full moon was high in the night sky and illuminated the cliffs with a pale luminescence. He turned to see his blonde companion slipping into a tight, white t-shirt, the plain cotton hugging her boutniful curves. She had found a new pair of sandals in the glove compartment and slid her delicate feet into the leather straps. One of her toes glistened with a simple band of gold that encircled it.

  "Hey, you still have the ring I gave you."

  "It's my favorite thing to wear," she took long strides back towards him, pointing her toes down as she walked on the tips of her feet, "it'll be the only thing I wear for you tonight." She folded her hands behind her back and leaned forward for a quick kiss.

  "You are so beautiful."

  She smiled warmly, her eyes softening as she ran her hands down the length of her front.

  "Thank you my love. Can you do me a favor and grab my CD's out of my car."

  "Sure thing."

  The beaten shell of the red convertible rested happily on the edge of the cliff. Dents dominated it's once perfect metal and chrome. As if sensing his approach, the transmission gave out one last creak and dropped out of the car, hitting the soft dirt with a metallic thud. He squinted off into the horizon, as he was about to open the driver's side door, at the burning remains of the Las Vegas strip.

  At one end of it, were the enormous bodies of two beautiful women, reclining on a huge expanse of street and former casinos. They easily measured over one thousand feet in height, probably closer to fifteen hundred, it was difficult to tell at this distance. The brunette one had, what appeared to be, the Stratosphere Casino in one of her large hands; she was petting the blonde giantess with her other. She grasped the giant hotel and glided it between her friend's opening thighs.

  The moan that followed echoed throughout the hills, causing the stones around the cliff to vibrate with her cries of ecstasy.

  He turned around.

  "Are they doing what I think they're doing?"

  "Oh yeah."

  He looked back towards the intense sexual display.

  The blonde was grinding her hips into the ground, rolling over cars and buses with her immense body. She slammed her feet into the soft pavement and dirt with each plunge that the brunette hovering over her took.

  He shook his head.

  "That's just wrong." He opened the red convertible's glove compartment and started searching for her compact disks. "I hope you're happy, Caesar's Palace was my favorite casino."

  "Oh, it's still there in real life," she shook her head, her cute lips pursing. "You get so serious about your fiction."

  "I can't help it; I love this stuff." He pulled out a couple of her personal selections, choosing one and looking up at her curiously as he scratched at a small scar on his left cheek; it never itched him, he just did it out of habit. "The Best of the Doobie Brothers?"

  "It was humorously ironic at the time."

  "All right." He started walking back towards his truck, searching his key ring for the one to the ignition.

  "Don't make fun of me, what's with all of these Randy Newman, XTC, and Elliott Smith CD's in here? Not to mention this Eminem shit; that guy is so offensive."

  "There's genius behind that angered pain, my love." He shut the door and turned over the engine. The car roared to life and he brightened the headlights. He looked over at her and she leaned in for another kiss.

  "So what do we do now?"

  The giantesses on the Strip were embracing, trapping the thick column of the Stratosphere between their pressing hips as they continued to pleasure each other. One could smell the raw animal heat that coated their sweat-slickened bodies.

  "I don't know." He put the truck into drive and turned the wheels to start back down the trail. "I'm sure I'll think of something."

  The wheels skidded against the soft dirt for a moment before catching and rolling the car forward. Both windows slowly rolled down and the mysterious blonde draped her bent elbow over the side, smiling at the cool wind that blew across her skin. The speakers hummed with life and the electric guitar of Matthew Sweet began to play.

  The truck drove off into the darkness, disappearing over the hills, and drifting away into the night.

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