"Coffee?"

  "Hey Barbara. Ooo, love some." Jeff took the steaming styrofoam cup from the cardboard tray and slurped contentedly. "You're here early. Your shift doesn't start until eight doesn't it?"

  "I woke up at seven and couldn't think of anything else to do," she scratched her stomach. "I also was feelin' pretty giving this morning and I know how much you like Dunkin' Donuts java."

  He gave her a small toast.

  "Amen to that."

  "So, Jeffy my boy, anything exciting happen last night?"

  "Nah. Quiet as a library. Nothing ever goes on during graveyard shift."

  "Well, I'll keep you company for a while."

  Jeff perked his ears up.

  "What the hell was that?"

  "What the hell was what?"

  "Sounded like ... a dump truck being tossed off an eight story building."

  "I think I would have heard that."

  "Hush! I think someone's on the lot. There it is again!"

  "That I heard; I think it came from over there."

  "OH MY GOD!"

  On the front of the aluminum warehouse, one of the two huge sliding doors buckled as something rammed it from the other side. The ten-foot tall piece of sheet metal cried out again and a long dent jabbed out in the center.

  "WHERE'S MY GUN!?!"

  "WE DON'T GET GUNS!"

  With another crash the door flew off it's treads and sailed through the morning air. In it's place were two tanned, and impossibly huge, legs that quickly retreated back inside. A giant, smiling face appeared and it's owner began to crawl forward.

  Amber was on all fours and her broad back still grazed the top of the doorway. Her huge breasts jiggled heavily in her make-shift top; the tight plastic pushed them slightly inward and framed them beautifully. Something screeched and she looked back to see her lower half tearing away a part of the leftover wall. She frowned slightly and quickly moved the rest of the way out.

  Amber slipped a little as Katie grabbed her by the foot. She giggled, stood, and watched as her girlfriend exited the warehouse. Katie quickly followed behind her.

  Jeff was catatonic with shock. He watched as the two titanesses embraced and kissed each other. There was another rumble and the roof of the warehouse began to shake.

  With a frightening roar, it split as Rachel's back and shoulders pushed through it. The iron plating crumbled like aluminum foil as she straightened up. She tossed her head back and sent her blonde mane flailing about her head as she smiled. She stopped rising out of the building at around her hips. Rachel gripped the ceiling around her and began to peel away larger sections of it. It tore easily in her strong hands and she tossed the pieces away into the parking lot. When she was done, she extended an arm down and helped her lover to stand. Lisa ran her finger's up Rachel's form as she rose; sliding their bodies together and kissing as their lips met.

  "SHOW OFF'S!" Amber shook her head, "ALWAYS HAVE TO ONE UP US DON'T YOU?"

  "WE'RE JUST GETTING YOU BACK FOR THE VAN."

  "SURE YOU ARE."

  Jeff stood there, Barbara by his side in the same state. These women were easily forty feet tall apiece, probably more. All of them were in bikinis made from a colorful mix-match of pool covers, nylon rope, and blankets. They were immense. They were huge. They were ... beautiful.

  Lisa jumped and looked down.

  "OOPS! I THINK SOMEONE ELSE WANTS OUT." She lifted one of her long legs out of the warehouse and nimbly stepped over the wall. Rachel quickly followed and both watched their vacated hole. Wendy stood straight up, stretched out her arms and ran her hands down her front. She made her bikini nice and tight to help accentuate her strong body.

  "IT SURE DOES FEEL GOOD TO GET OUT OF THAT CRAMPED THING. LOTS OF ROOM TO LIE DOWN IN BUT NOT MUCH HEADROOM. OOO..." Wendy's forehead scrunched up and she bit her lip. Not being as tall as Lisa or Rachel, she did not give Jeff a good view of what was going on below her waist; but whatever it was she was enjoying it quite a bit. Wendy jerked her head forward and shuddered. Jeff could hear her heavy panting and watched as her already impressive bust swelled in it's restraints, straining the fabric. With a loud pop, one of her straps snapped and hung limply off her back. Wendy caught herself and glowered down below her.

  "THANKS A BUNCH!" She grabbed a hold of the torn cloth and tried to reconnect the broken strands. The two ends wouldn't touch. Luckily her firm breasts kept her top in place. "THAT DIDN'T LAST LONG AT ALL."

  Another section of the roof bulged. It shrieked menacingly and began to peel upward as Wendy's lover stood to her full height. Kristina's head and shoulders tore through the rest of the ceiling without effort and she smiled.

  "I'M SORRY. I JUST THOUGHT YOU COULD USE ANOTHER FOOT OR TWO." She kissed Wendy's neck.

  "WELL, THAT'S UNDERSTANDABLE. I GUESS I CAN FORGIVE YOU THIS TIME."

  Kristina kissed her again, Barbara blinked, Jeff continued to salivate. He looked at each of the six women in turn. He had met them on occasion but never had a real opportunity to start a worthwhile conversation.

  Rachel was the tallest of the group. Even at all of their giant sizes, she was (by Jeff's observation) about a half of a foot taller than Lisa and maybe about three or four feet taller than the others. She was thin with long and supple limbs. Her legs were smooth and milky white, unmarred by any scars or misuse. Her breasts were smaller than everyone elses, including Lisa's, but they were perfectly round and shook hypnotically in her top when she laughed. A thin mat of hair surrounded her navel and continued it's path downward into her shorts.

  Lisa reached out and ran her palm against the light fur. The two enjoyed kissing and did so quite often. She was leaner than her lover, with a firm stomach and had fingers slightly more slender. She placed the back of one hand against her mouth and raised the other one above her head as she yawned. She stretched high into the open sky and shook herself vigorously. Her bikini helped accentuate the width of her marvelous hips and curves of her beautiful posterior; it jiggled slightly as she shifted the weight from one foot to another.

  Amber had made herself as strong a bikini top as possible, for reasons obvious to Jeff. Her huge breasts, large even before she had grown, had swelled to monstrous proportions and spilled out wherever they could. Tan bulges loomed over where the tight fabric snugged into her chest. She had a slight arch to her back and strong thighs to help support the weight of her upper body. Her feet were small and just as dark as the rest of her perfectly tanned skin. Her dark brown hair fell over her shoulders, framing her cherubic face. She stood smiling and looking down at everything below her. The novelty of her condition giving her an incredible sense of pleasure.

  Katie, whose chest was only slightly less impressive as her girlfriend's, was kneeling on the ground and playing with an old Chevrolet like it was an oversized toy. She caught Jeff's eye as she stood back up to her full height. Where Amber's skin was as dark as rich coffee, her's gleamed the pale white of fresh cream. Katie wrapped her arms around Amber and he watched as they kissed. Jeff could have sworn he saw them climb a little higher in the sky in front of him. It was probably an illusion made by Amber lifting one of her thick legs and wrapping around Katie's waist. Katie's blonde hair slid down her back as she tilted her head and Amber kissed her chest. Their laughter thundered through the morning.

  Where Rachel and Lisa were tall, and where Amber and Katie were busty, Kristina and Wendy were athletic. Jeff was always interested in these two and had always been fond of that type. Wendy had been a dancer since she was a child. Her legs were lean yet extremely muscular. Her current size did all it could to show the definition in her thighs. She had a flair for wild costumes and had fashioned her outfit with strips of light brown rags that hung loosely about her; holes and tears were purposefully placed throughout her bikini and she really didn't mind the strap that had recently broken to accommodate her increasing bustline.

  Her partner Kristina's jet black hair was cropped short and only came a little past her ears. Her broad shoulders and strong arms held Wendy close as they kissed. Her bikini had been stained dark to match her hair and it hugged her body with taut nylon rope that they had found in the back of the warehouse. Kristina turned to face Jeff and Barbara; her feet turned slightly outward. She stepped toward them on her tip-toes, tensing the muscles in her calves and sending slight tremors through the asphalt. She stopped before them and stared down smiling. They barely came up to her knees; knees that were smooth and lightly tanned.

  Jeff caught the slight scent of lotion that the women had found in abundance. Kristina kneeled down. One knee hit the ground to his right while the other knee hovered above his head to the left. Her skin gave off a gentle warmth that scared away the chill of the morning and embraced him lovingly. Jeff just stood there entranced at the sight of Kristina's strong and tightly clad body that loomed crouching before him.

  "I'M SURE THIS WON'T LOOK GOOD TO YOUR BOSSES GUYS. SORRY ABOUT WRECKING THE WAREHOUSE," Kristina smiled again and turned her head to see Wendy beginning to kneel down beside her. They kissed briefly and looked back down at Jeff and Barbara. "ON SECOND THOUGHT, NO. WE'RE NOT SORRY."

  They slowly stood back up. Jeff backed up as they rose above him and almost tripped over one of the claws that was designed to puncture tires going in one direction. Barbara scrambled to help him keep his footing so she could hide behind him, then dropped her coffee.

  Their towering forms moved forward. Each couple holding hands as they stepped, careful not to bump their legs on any objects in their path. Barbara watched in horror as the giantesses left, they moved from a side street onto Olympic Boulevard and began walking towards the heart of Downtown Los Angeles. She turned to Jeff.

  "Do you think we should report this?"

  "I think we should leave the city immediately."

  Barbara looked back at the women.

  "Fuckin' ay'. I'm right behind you."

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