I want you to get down on your knees and give thanks to whatever it is you believe is that higher power. I want you to know that if I could, I would grow and make this world be what I want it to be. I’m not one of those ethical people that tell you “Yes, I have size fantasies, but in real life I would never hurt a soul.”
I would hurt a number of souls.
So be grateful.
If I were to grow right now, the first thing I would do is lead by example. Taking men and using them for pleasure is not only legal now, but it’s right. I understand the ramifications, given the current climate and given my own existence as a woman… that should be the last thing I want for anyone to experience. Unwanted sexual advances? Yuck! Right?
No. Not right. Imagine that beautiful world in which I exist as I really am in my heart, a giantess that spans any distance by growth, a hand that reaches everywhere by will, and now I’m the president of Everything. There is no power that can stop me. So do I end war? No. Do I stop famine? Not at the top of my list. Do I get rid of crime? Nah. I pursue it.
My first act as giantess is sexual assault. Rape? Can you rape the willing? I don’t know. I don’t even know if Hopier’s really willing, but it wouldn’t matter. I’d like to claim that I would love to leave a better legacy, a true message of love and peace to the world, but I don’t. The first thing I do when I grow is travel for sex, tear off a home’s roof for sex, and rip Hopier away from his regular life for sex.
What does that make me?
Call me a monster. I don’t care. I’m happy at that height. I don’t need heating, clothing, entertainment… because I have him. But there is something here I’m not facing. Lately, I’ve been having really bad dreams about being chased. A few days ago I dreamt I was forced to hop from planet to planet because the Empire was after me. The emperor was a Sith Lord, and no matter where I hid, troops would invariably overtake that planet in their pin-point search of me (and my son… if it had only been me the nightmare would have only been a dream). During the final search, Obi-Wan Kenobi came to my aid as a giant (about three hundred feet in height) and battled the Emperor, who was just as tall, in order to protect my son and me.
I don’t know if you understand how upsetting it is to dream of giants and not grown myself. But then it happened again last night. I had a very upsetting dream about being in a Nazi-occupied territory (in current times), plotting against said invaders, defeating them, and having them come back with renewed force to murder everyone that temporarily vanquished them. Of course, that meant being chased as a woman and being murdered in the cruelest way. Was that the worst part of the dream? No.
The worst part was being chased by a giant worm that had romantic feelings for me and wanted to court me… and not a cute worm, but one of the disgusting-looking ones, and I normal sized. I looked up dreams about being chased, and the explanation appears to be that they take place because there is something in my life I’m not facing. Really?! That can be said about anyone’s life. It’s not a fair assessment to make, and it certainly doesn’t help me one bit. I don’t like dreams where something or someone is larger than I am, and I don’t like being chased when my true nature is to be the chaser.
So give thanks.
If I were to grow, I would chase Hopier away from his life, and I’m pretty sure he would not like it one bit if I show up, all tall and naked and demanding, and tear him from his life. Would anyone truly want that? It’s a nice fantasy, but it’s my experience that no one really wants to be ripped from their life, no matter what they claim. In turn, I claim to be gentle and loving, but I’m worse than the worst of them because I would really use my height to my advantage, without hesitation, without remorse.
I’m the worst sort of sociopath. I would show the world my crime as Hopier screams from the palm of my hand; naked, stripped from family, from loved ones, from clothes and work and chores and shopping and haircuts every six weeks and shaving and job and vacations. Think about the news as they report his giantess-napping. Think about the destruction of any army that tries to rip him away from my side. There is no rescuing. Any special forces deployed to pluck him from between my legs will not only be crushed under my foot, but their families will meet the same fate. As an example to others.
It’s a new world. And I rule it.
Get down on your knees and give thanks it isn’t real.