Laura struggled at her bonds again; she gritted her teeth and pulled. They cut into her tender skin and the coarser restraints burned where they rubbed down hard. Her face began to flush red in anger as she listened to Greg's incessant taunting. She felt the lattice work of ropes begin to squeeze tighter; she squeaked under the increasing pressure for a moment before realizing what was happening. She held her breath in efforts to remain quiet.

  "And when we're done with you," Greg pointed at her again, "we're going to give you to the government so they can run tests on you like some sort of guinea pig!"

  Charlie and Bill gave each other high-fives. Both were oblivious to the fact that Laura's long toes were slowly climbing into the sky; or that her feet were inching their way towards them. Charlie belched.

  "Yeah, that's what we're going to do! They'll do weird experiments, like the ones you see on those alien autopsy things they show on Fox!"

  The ropes were audibly stretching; Laura could barely hear it over the wailing of the crowd. They were becoming painfully tight and she tensed her muscles to help relieve some of the strain. One of the pegs gave way and it flew out of the ground bringing it's rope trailing behind it. No one noticed.

  "What do you think of that? Huh, 'Honey'?" Greg threw back his head and laughed. One of the ropes snapped with a loud pop and Harold Bailey had to jump out of the way as one of the broken ends lashed towards him.

  "Look out! She's breaking free!"

  "Huh?" Greg looked about dully, not realizing what was happening. The Varney brothers were screaming at the top of their lungs and he thought he heard the sound of dried leather being stretched just underneath their shrill cries. He turned to see Laura's massive breasts bulge further out of her shrinking top. The freckled skin was pushing it's way free and another rope broke; it jumped away from her firm stomach and Greg saw the torn ends flying upward. His eyes went wide as the enormous orbs, already as tall as he was, steadily gained altitude. They fought against their restraining top and he watched as the thin lacing that held the two cups of her top together began to give way.

  Wilbur pushed Earl out of his way as Laura slowly grew larger. It didn't take much to overpower her leashes and her increasing size provided it.

  Two more pegs pulled free from the ground; they sent a faint spray of dirt into the air with the force of their release. Laura fought against her bonds once more. Greg stumbled and fell onto his side as her body rocked from side to side. The breaking ropes allowing her more an more freedom to move.

  "I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I THINK OF THAT GREGGY!" Laura took in a deep breath and her top burst open with a wet snap. Her firm globes resumed their proud shape and what was left of one side of her top fluttered down onto Greg. She smiled as she watched him struggle beneath the massive sheet of fabric. With a tug from her arm, the last rope that tied down her chest broke. She reached up with a massive hand and tore away the garden hose around her neck.

  Ethel feinted.

  The muscles in her thighs tensed and she pulled all of the remaining pins around her legs out of the ground at once, each making their own popping sound as they came loose. One of the flailing ropes wrapped around Charlie's shins and he was dragged into the air by Laura's rising feet; his friend Bill didn't notice as he turned and ran to escape the liberated giantess.

  Greg battled beneath the confining leather as it wrapped around him with his toiling. He felt something heavy wrap around his body and begin to squeeze.

  "I DON'T THINK I LIKE THAT IDEA ONE BIT!" Laura began to stand. Her broken top fell to the ground as the torn straps slipped from her broad shoulders. Greg squinted as the daylight hit his face once more and gagged as the air was pushed out from his lungs. Laura glared down upon him, bigger and angrier than before. As she reached her full height of well over a hundred feet tall, those that had had the courage to stay or lacked of common sense to run, dropped what weapons they had and fled. The leather skirt that was still draped about her hips flared about as she quickly turned to watch them scurry away.

  "Laura? Honey?" She scowled at the captive that struggled in her firm grasp. "I was only foolin'. We weren't going to do any of that stuff to ya'. We ... I love you baby."

  "WELL LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT I'M THINKING OF DOING, BABY!" Laura lifted her long arm and effortlessly dropped him on her shoulder. Greg felt vertigo sweep over his senses as he became painfully aware of how high up off the ground he was; he flailed about to find something to grasp a hold of as he began to slide down the steep incline of her smooth and freckled skin. Laura felt him enmesh himself in her hair, the weight pulling down on it akin to that of an earring dangling from her ear. She glared about again. The first thing she saw was Ethel passed out on the ground nearby.

  The fat waitress had tormented her for years. She looked down on her for reasons so numerous that Laura couldn't count. Never giving her the same level of courtesy she gave the other customers mainly because she viewed her as a lowly, menial-task worker. Never attempting to lift a finger when it came to keeping the diner clean and making her job a little easier. And Laura was sure that Ethel had spit in her food on more than one occasion.

  She slowly stalked toward her prey, smiling when she saw the prone body stir with signs of consciousness.

  "What ... what happened?" Ethel felt the ground beneath her shake a bit as she glanced about, "where did everybody go?" It suddenly began to grow dark; the gleam left the grains of sand around her and she looked up to see why the sun had abandoned her. "Mercy me!"

  Laura didn't even say a word; the dull sting of Ethel's frying pan against her shoulder echoed in her memory as she brought up one of her long legs. Her entire body was blocked from view as she swung her foot over it. She paused for a moment, then quickly brought it down.

  "Roy! I'm coming, you ungrateful, pudgy bastard!"

  Laura's foot stamped down upon the ground and Ethel was no more. She ground her toes into the dirt and felt the liquefied pulp ooze their way between them. The brittle bones mashed like grit into the dirt and she smiled with a wicked grin before looking about for another target.

  Off in the distance, she saw Mr. Gradisher and Mr. Bailey trying to pick themselves up off the ground after tripping over each other in their quest for safety. Laura quickly moved toward them; Greg had to renew his hold in her hair as inertia pulled him backward. She heard him faintly cry out but she stayed intent on her next victims.

  "Cripes Harold! She's comin' this way!"

  Mr. Bailey looked along Gradisher's pointing finger and saw the impossibly huge form of Laura. Her full breasts bouncing rhythmically with each long stride and the frayed skirt slid around her legs revealing tantalizing glimpses of her thin and muscular thighs.

  "Move it you gnarled bugger!" Daniel Gradisher hobbled further down the dusty road on a slightly sprained ankle, leaving his companion behind. He felt the ground shake as his pursuer rumbled towards them. He took one last look back and saw Harold transfixed in his spot, embracing the horror. "Run! Bailey, run!"

  Harold's mouth was open wide. His eyes began to glaze over as the giantess thundered closer. Her body towered over him; standing at his full height, he didn't even make it halfway up her smooth shins. She loomed over him for a moment, pausing only to raise her slim and muscular arm across her chest. He caught one last glimpse of one of the dark nipples that poked out from over her velvety skin and was violently struck by the back of her left hand.

  Laura swept him away with a quick swipe that sent him flying out of the road. Harold's body sailed through the air, twirling from the blow, until it collided with the faded side of an old storage shed. He crashed through a number of the sturdy planks with a sharp cracking and his broken shell hung limply from the hole it had created. Mr. Gradisher shook with fright from the sight.

  He stood still for a few critical seconds as he tried to come to grips with what had just happened. His ears caught the sound of metal compacting and he looked up, his face white with fear. Laura was coming towards him again; she had knelt down and taken hold of an old and beaten van. Her long fingers draped over the whole of it and easily picked up the massive automobile off of it's flat tires. She was looking directly at him when she reeled back her arm and threw it.

  Gradisher turned back around and pushed off the ground with his twisted ankle. He went face first into the dirt; his dark, curly hair soaking up the light, brown sand. He flopped onto his back as the pain in one foot immobilized him. The dark shadow of the plummeting projectile grew over his body as he screamed.

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  Burt looked up suddenly at a deep booming that seemed to roll up from somewhere towards the edge of town. He heard the faint sounds of screaming off behind the town's buildings and he smiled.

  "What is that Burt?" Lucy stood up on the wooden paneling of the water tower and strained to see off into the heat-blurred distance.

  "Oh," he nodded with a devilish grin, "I think it's just the town shaking off some driftwood. Nothing to worry about Little Lucy."

  "I hope Laura comes back soon. I like her."

  "I think she likes you too. That's probably why she put you up there, so you would be safe."

  "Safe from what?"

  "I'll tell you about it one day. It's kind of a 'Cinderella' meets 'Attack of the Fifty Foot Woman' story."

  "Huh?"

  Burt laughed.

  "Later darlin', now let's get back to this book. Okay?"

  "Sure Burt; but I think it would be fun to grow up to be a giantess."

  "Yeah, I know I'm havin' a good time."

  "What did you say?"

  "Nothin' Little Lucy." Burt picked up his book and scanned for his place. He smiled again and began to read. "Is that the way they celebrate-" "El Dia de los Muertos.  How's your grade school Spanish Tom?"

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  Laura looked down at the crumbled van. It had bounced a few times before rolling to a stop. It had thin and dull red trail behind it that led to the crushed remains of Daniel Gradisher.

  On more than one occasion he had kept her away from the more fashionable clothing in his store; just so he could save them for his more favored customers. He was one of the front runners to all of the town's jokes about her drab wardrobe.

  Laura squinted into the daylight. There were more of them out there and she was going to find them. She felt Greg peer down her back as he judged his chances for escape. She turned quickly, almost knocking him off his perch, and strode towards some of the homes clumped together close by.

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