Payback is a BITCH

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Michelle yelled into the phone.

“I-I said I’m breaking up with you”, replied her now ex-boyfriend, Mark, on the other end.

“You fucking shrimp! You gotta– I can’t believe– NO ONE BREAKS UP WITH ME GODDAMMIT!” Michelle was practically foaming at the mouth, “What gives you the right?!”

“Well Michelle I love you, I truly do, but you’ve been cheating on me during the past six weeks”, Mark plugged his ears in anticipation.

“FUCK YOU! WHO CARES! YOU NEVER GAVE A FUCK ABOUT ME! YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELF!” Michelle was practically in tears now, “I HAVE NEEDS TOO! I HAVE NEEDS!”

“That’s fine Michelle”, replied Mark, “I gave you three warnings in the month and a half we went out, and you just kept going out on me. I did everything for you, I bought your gas, did your homework for you, hell, I even paid your car insurance last month… I was under the impression you wanted a serious relationship, but I guess I was wrong. Have a good life Michelle, I would stay with you and continue being used… But you see, there comes a point in every mans life when he has to look out for hi…”

“FUCK YOU! YOU’RE NOT A MAN!” interrupted Michelle, “YOU’RE A LITTLE BOY! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE DUMPING ME! I CAN’T BELIEVE I EVER GAVE YOU THE TIME OF DAY!”

“Now wait just a second”, Mark responded, “You asked me o…”

“EAT SHIT MARK! I HATE YOU! I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE!”

“C’mon Mich…” Mark started to talk, but Michelle had heard enough of his “shit”. She ripped the phone out of her bedroom wall and hurled it against her closet door. It shattered on impact. Michelle was crying her eyes out now, she sat at the foot of her bed and sobbed for twenty minutes. Usually her parents would of came in to see what was wrong, but they had gone to a friend of the family’s funeral a few states over, and wouldn’t be back for six days. Finally she stood up and looked in her full length mirror.

“W-w-why would anybody dump me?”, she whimpered, “l-look at me, I’m perfect.”

Michelle was pretty much right about the last part, physically speaking anyway. Michelle was a 5’11 brunette bombshell who knew how to use her looks to get her way. Her tight designer-brand tube-top tightly hugged her huge DD breasts. She was thin, but not scrawny, she had extremely large muscles for a girl who had never stepped foot inside a weight room. Her pants always looked painted on, as they clung to her huge, round ass, and showed off her long beautiful legs. Michelle had always used her big, sexy body to get any guy she wanted. She’d had over 100 boyfriends in her short, 18-year life, and had probably slept with four or five times that number. Every relationship she had ever been in ended with her breaking it off, usually emotionally crushing whoever she was with that month. Often times the men would even cry, or beg her not to leave him, and she liked it that way. She got off on their suffering, she loved the feeling of power it gave her… However she had just been dumped for the first time, and her world was turned upside down. Now she laid on her bed, hugging her pillow, still sobbing, hoping against hope this was all a bad dream.

The next day at highschool Mark opened his locker before his first class. Garbage poured out all over him, and onto the floor. Michelle and a group of other popular seniors, composed of three preppy girls and four jocks, rounded the corner and looked at Mark, covered in garbage.

“Whahahahahahahaha”, they all laughed in unison. Michelle raised her hand and they quieted down.

“Hey look gang, Mark brought his family to school”, Michelle said loudly. Her and her group began to laugh again.

“Well, I’ll be more careful who I give my locker number to in the future, that’s for sure… You got a lot of growing up to do Michelle”, Mark sternly replied.

Michelle was red in the face with anger. “What?! Fuck you, me grow up?! You try growing up shrimp-o.” she sneered, choking back rage. Mark was 5’8, three inches shorter than Michelle, but that didn’t get to him at all. He actually chuckled at her.

“Struck a chord did I?” Mark smugly replied.

“Errrrrr” Michelle was too pissed to really reply, “lets go! Let garbage boy, uh, f-fucker!”

Michelle stormed off, her clique quickly following. A few popped off as they went.

“You’re a fucker, Mark. Michelle was way too good for you”, one of the preppy girls spat.

One of the jocks added, “I’m gonna break your face Mark. You’re a fag!” Mark smiled at their immaturity as he wiped the filth of his shirt.

Through-out the school day any student half way popular tried to belittle Mark on Michelle’s behalf. Mark just shrugged their insults off, and thought to himself, “man, I’m glad my senior year is over in a couple weeks.”

After school was over Michelle drove home, ran up to her room, and cried. “That son of a b-bitch”, she wept, “h-how dare he treat me like this!”

Over the next three days people Mark didn’t even know kept pitching him shit at school. His peers popped off to him whenever he walked down the halls, jocks often shoved him into walls or nearby pop machines, and eventually people egged and toilet-papered his car and house. Still Mark showed no weakness, no sign of regret, towards these pointless acts of verbal and physical assault, and petty vandalism. It was the end of the school week now, Friday, and Michelle came home and cried for the forth day in a row.

“That stupid bastard”, she pouted, “How dare he do this to me.”

Just then “POOF” an extremely small haggard old lady appeared, she couldn’t of been more than six inches tall. She hoovered in the air somehow, Michelle then noticed she had a pair of rapidly flapping wings.

“W-who are you”, asked Michelle, wiping the tears and running mascara of her face, “how’d you get in my room?”

“I’m your fairy godmother stupid”, replied the old lady, “I’ve been told you’ve been crying in your room for the last four days.”

“B-but fair godmothers aren’t real”, Michelle said, still very shocked.

“Ha ha ha, nah honey. We’re real alright, just rare is all, plus we’re on vacation 51 weeks of the year. Good union,” explained the fairy godmother as she put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it.

“Uh, could you maybe not smoke in my room?” Michelle snapped.

“Whoa, I’d watch how you speak to me deary,” the fairy godmother said as she puffed smoke into Michelle’s face, “I can help you out with your problem if you play your cards right.”

“What!? You can!?” Michelle exclaimed.

“That’s right sugar beet”, replied the fairy godmother, “why do you think I’m here? We fairy godmothers have helped thousands of women over the years. We ladies got to stick together in this male-dominated society ya know?”

At this point Michelle was in her own little world, thinking of ways to get back at Mark, halfway listening.

The fairy godmother continued, “ I mean you probably know some of the women we fairies have helped out. Let’s see here, some names you might now… hmmm… I know! You ever hear of Jill Mills? She’s a female weightlifter, probably seen her on the ESPN 2. You think women can develop muscles that big on their own? Nah, that was me. Great work ethic though, she insisted she earn the muscles, I just gave her the ability to get that big if she wanted. Another satisfied customer was Margo Dydek, she’s a WNBA player now ya know. Women tend not to be over seven feet tall without our help, ha ha… Lindsey Dawn McKenzie is another example, you probably never heard of her. She felt ugly as a child so I gave her huge knockers, now the guys can’t stay away! Anywho, any of these things can be yours… if your cause is just of course!”

This snapped Michelle of it. She knew her cause was just, but she also knew an outsider might not understand. She thought for a second and began to speak.

“It’s- it’s my ex-boyfriend”, Michelle stammered, trying to sound victimized.

“Boy trouble, eh? I wouldn’t of figured that with a looker like you,” said the fairy godmother, “it seems to me you could get any guy you wanted. Perhaps I’ve wasted my time here.”

“NO! No!” exclaimed Michelle, she knew now if she told her the truth she would never get her revenge. She quickly thought up a lie, “ M-my ex-boyfriend, he b-beat me!”

“What? That son of a bitch!,” replied the fairy godmother, “we’ll get him! Anything in mind, sweetie?”

“Well, uh, he is a really big violent guy! He’s– six and a half feet tall!.. and like 250 pounds of solid muscle, and will snap on somebody for no reason!” lied Michelle, “I’d like to give him a taste of his own medicine!”

“Ha ha, well the punishment should fit the crime!” responded the fairy godmother, “okay technically I can grant you three wishes. However, we aren’t pussy whipped like genies, so we reserve the right to refuse any wish. Usually one will do it, very rarely we grant a second.”

“Okay! I only need one, I want the power to get back at Mark! I want to be a giant, I want to be huge!” demanded Michelle as she jumped off her bed in joy.

“You got it honey, buckle up!” said the fairy godmother. She held out her open palm and a wand appeared. She gripped the wand and after a few seconds its tip started glowing. “Here we go!” the fairy godmother shouted.

A beam of crackling pink light slammed into Michelle’s chest. She let out a loud orgasmic yell, “ughnn!”. Almost immediately the top button of her pants popped off. The denim her jeans were made of creaked under the pressure, and literally became skin tight as she could feel her pant leg-holes creeping up her inflating calves. Her bra strap cut into her inflating lats and back, it was annoying, but the sight of her already huge breasts spilling out over her cups and pressing against her skin-tight t-shirt made her wet. POP POP! The other two buttons on her pants exploded off. Michelle was probably about 6’2 now and growing ever larger. Her overall body mass was increasing at and even faster rate. To drive the point home her basketball sized breasts forced her bra strap to break, releasing her now enormous breasts. They pressed hard against her shirt, which was beginning to rip along the seems.

“Yes, YES! LARGER, LARGER!” she huffed. Just then her converse all-star sneakers burst, releasing her now monstrous feet, she let out an orgasmic sigh of relief. Michelle looked at her now huge arms, bulging with thick slabs of muscle. She flexed them, and was astounded at their size as they burst out of her shirt sleeves. A second later her relentlessly growing breasts and inflating back forced her shirt to rip off her. She laughed as it feel to the floor. She could feel her arms being forced farther and farther away from her spine as her back and lats expanded. She looked around her room as her perspective on things changed. She was six and a half feet tall now and still getting bigger! Finally her jeans, which now looked more like shorts splitting at the seams, burst off of her huge legs, her enormous butt cheeks pushed out, defying gravity. As she stood there naked, except for a thong that was sunk into her skin and up her ass, she grew increasingly hot. She began stroking her huge, inflating body, starting at her gargantuan breasts and rubbing all the way down her long, thick torso, and back up again. She could feel her bones getting longer, pushing her head toward the ceiling. As her thong finally snapped from the force of her swelling hips she began to orgasm repeatedly, “B-B-BIGGER!” she yelled, “BIGGER!”

She continued to grow, she was 6’9… then 6’10… then 6’11, almost at seven feet tall. Her giant body ran thick with sweat as she gasped with pleasure. She was past seven feet tall now, but she wanted more. She wanted much, much more! “I-I wanna b-be HUGE,” she moaned between orgasms, “I WANT TO BE A MONSTER!” She could hear her skin stretching, trying to keep up and contain her inflating muscles. She continued rubbing her enormous body, as white love juice continued spraying from between her legs. As she rubbed her gigantic breasts she let out an orgasmic scream so loud it knocked two pictures off her wall. She was huffing air as best as she could, having trouble holding breaths down as she moaned. Michelle looked down at her stomach, about where her head used to be, she rubber her huge mid-section with her gigantic hands. She had to be seven and a half feet tall now, she let out a huge orgasmic yell, that sounded more like a roar, “YE-YES! I… AM… GOD!”

Just then “God” hit her head on her ceiling’s light shade. The fairy godmother cut off her energy beam.

“NO! NO! MORE! MORE! I NEED TO GET BIGGER! MAKE ME BIG– ”

The fairy godmother smacked Michelle in her face with her wand in mid-sentence. That fairy godmother packed a punch, even for a freak like Michelle that stung a bit.

“Don’t get greedy,” snapped the fairy godmother, “I planned to cut you off at seven feet, but you seemed to be having such a good time, ha ha.”

Michelle started to some down from her sexual ecstasy. The reality of the situation hit her. She was a giantess, probably the most powerful human being ever. She looked at her hands, they were so large one of them could palm a watermelon. Speaking of watermelons she looked down at her enormous, enormous breasts in astonishment.

“I’m huge!” she exclaimed, referring to her chest.

“Yeah, no need to thank me,” responded the fairy godmother, “I packed so much bulk onto you I had to make your boobs unproportionally large for you to retain your girlish figure.”

Michelle was bulky alright. Her muscles were huge, but not cut. She looked a giant, over-sized female fitness competitor between competitions. Having enormous muscles, but also had a layer of solid fat covering them. Michelle continued inspecting her humongous body. From her enormous torso down to her elongated legs, and monestrous feet. She was amazed at the size of the puddle of white mess on her carpet. The floor was soooo far away now. She started breathing heavily, getting turned on thinking about her size, when the fairy godmother spoke up.

“Well, my job here is done,” said she, “I’ll be taking off if your satisfied. I got Tom Jones tickets at the Pyramid in Vegas.”

“Wait!” Michelle said as she looked at her huge naked body, “I need clothes!”

“Hhhh, alright. That’s a wish though,” the fairy godmother waved her hand at Michelle’s closet, “There it’s done. I assume it’ll be to your liking. If you need anything else, please, hesitate to ask.”

With that the fairy godmother vanished in a puff of smoke. Michelle walked over to her closet, shaking her house with ever step. She slid the door open and was amazed at the assortment of enormous clothes. She held several outfits up to her giant frame, temporally forgetting the hell Mark had put her through. Eventually though, all those terrible memories came flooding back.

“MARK!” she screamed, “I’M GONNA KILL HIM!”

She quickly grabbed some clothes and put then on. An enormous black bra, a huge lime green stretch polo shirt, a gargantuan pair of underwear, and jeans that would of went up to her neck half and hour ago made up her outfit. When she sat on her bed to put on her size on here size 29 pumps, the frame gave away under her enormous body, smashing the mattress to the ground. When she stood up her head scrapped the ceiling. She laughed. She was so big now nobody could ever mistreat her again.

After about five minutes of trying to get through her bedroom door and outside she decided to just crash through the frame, destroying part of the wall. Outside she ran into even more trouble. There was no way her super-sized body was fitting into her little red sports car. “Oh well, I’ll walk,” she said to herself. She arrived at Mark’s house about 20 minutes later. She looked at Mark’s new car. CRUSH! Balling up both fists she collapsed the entire hood.

“I’m Rick James bit…” Mark paused his Dave Chappelle season two DVD. Although mature for his age he was a highschooler after all. He thought he heard something outside, perhaps a car door slamming? He thought he heard footsteps outside. His parents shouldn’t be home for another three hours at least. “Probably the neighbors”, thought Mark, as he went back to watching his DVD.

Knock Knock Knock.

Mark had just gotten up to answer the door when CRASH! The door and a good portion of the wall laid there in shambles. Mark’s heart sunk as he gazed up and up and up at the seven and a half foot tall monster that seemed to have the head of his ex-girlfriend.

“Can Mark come out and play?” chuckled Michelle, with an evil grin.

“M-M-Michelle?” Mark shuddered, scared shitless, “ W-what h-happened to you?”

“Just a little growth spurt”, replied Michelle, “ Guess I drunk my milk! Ha ha ha.”

“Y-you need help,” Mark said trembling.

“NO! You’re gonna need help you LITTLE prick!” shouted Michelle, “I’m gonna beat you like the baby you are!”

Michelle took a swing at Mark’s head! He dodged it, just barely, had she connected Mark knew his brains would be sprayed all over the living room wall. Mark quickly bolted into the kitchen, in an attempt to escape out the back door. Michelle stuck both of her arms up, punching into the ceiling almost up to her elbows. She then lumbered after Mark laughing, tearing up his ceiling as she went. Mark stood at the kitchen door, he flung it open only to find he was trapped! His parents’ car was blocking the exit, as was his, on TOP of his parents’ car. He turned to see Michelle’s massive frame blocking the way he came into the kitchen.

“HA HA HA”, Michelle laughed, beginning to get off on Mark’s fear, “you always did suck at parking.”

Mark quickly opened a drawer and pulled out a large knife. “S-stay away Michelle. I’m not sure how you did this to yourself, b-but I’ll defend myself if I h-have to.”

“OH, PLEASE,” roared Michelle, “WITH THAT BUTTER KNIFE? DREAM ON SHORTY!”

Michelle than began to advance on Mark, making sure he couldn’t run out the door he came in. As she advanced she took the time to smash the kitchen stove. She laughed as she pounded it into rubble with two fists. Mark saw an opportunity to escape. His parents’ room was connected to the kitchen, he bolted into it as Michelle clobbered his stove. However, there was no other way out of Mark’s parents’ room, and Michelle knew this. Mark locked the door behind him, knowing it wouldn’t slow Michelle down.

“HA HA HA! You dumb ass bitch,” laughed Michelle, “ you just ran into a “DEAD” end!… Hmmm, all this SMASHING has made me HUNGRY, I’ll be in to kill you in a moment.”

Michelle was very hungry indeed. She ripped the door off of Mark’s fridge and began to chow down on it’s contents. She gorged herself, shoving an entire ham into her face, among other things. She inhaled the fridge’s food for about three minutes, until only a dozen eggs and a gallon of milk remained. She quickly downed the raw eggs whole, and chugged the milk in two huge gulps, testing the limits of her freakishly thick neck.

“Ah, I feel bigger than ever now!” she said as she wiped hunks of food off her face, “well Mark, time to die!”

Michelle crashed through the locked door, taking out a large part of the wall as well. She was shocked, she looked around the room and Mark was nowhere to be seen. Then she noticed Mark’s dad’s gun safe. It was about five and a half feet tall, and easily wide enough for Mark to squeeze into.

“Nice try runt!” said Michelle, “but that tin can can’t stop me!”

Michelle started pounding the safe, putting small dents in it, but not making too much process.

“Listen, Michelle!” yelled Mark from within the safe, “this thing is made out of six-inch thick titanium! All you can do now is hurt yourself! Just wait for a couple hours and my parents will be home and we can get you some help!”

This was a nightmare! Michelle was now made a fool of twice by that rat bastard Mark. Robbed of her revenge she was furious! “N-NO!” shouted Michelle as she threw the safe to the ground in a blind rage. When the safe hit the ground the built-in lock broke, but luckily for Mark Michelle was too busy wallowing in her own self-pity to notice.

“M-my revenge!” Michelle yelled, “ NO! I must have my revenge! My life is so unfair! Why do bad things always happen to ME!…”

Michelle raved on, as Mark took this opportunity to load his dad’s shotgun. He’d never used a gun before, and didn’t plan to. He figured even the giant Michelle wouldn’t stand up to a loaded gun pointed at her face. Mark was content to wait her out though, and not take action unless she noticed the safe was broken.

“ … NO! It’s not fair!” Michelle raved on, “I’m not strong enough! NOT STRONG ENOUGH!”

That’s when it hit her.

“FAIRY! FAIRY GODMOTHER!” Michelle cried, Mark assumed these were insults aimed at him, “I NEED YOU! I NEED MY THIR…”

“I’m right here”, responded the fairy godmother as Michelle spun around to see her, “and I’ve been watching for the past three minutes.”

“I need my third wish!” demanded Michelle, “make me BIGGER!”

“You lied to me child,” said the fairy godmother, “and you will be punished for your treachery! The punishment shall fit the crime! You like being seven and a half feet tall? Try being seven and a half in…”

Michelle snatched the fairy out of the air, gripping her tight with her humongous hand. Only the fairy godmother’s eyes and forehead weren’t coved by Michelle’s giant palm.

“You like to smack people around you little BITCH!?” Michelle yelled in the fairy godmother’s face, “ well if you don’t make me grow bigger, and quick, I’m gonna grind you into pixie dust!”

The fairy couldn’t respond due to Michelle’s hand covering her mouth. She did shed a tear, and shortly after a pink ora spread up Michelle’s wrist, into the rest of her body. Her clothes began to tighten against her swelling skin.

“ YES! YES!” roared Michelle, “BIGGER! BBBBIGGGGER!”

Michelle’s body started expanding much more quickly than during the first growth spurt. The ceiling in Mark’s parents’ bedroom was probably ten feet tall, and Michelle’s head was shooting up towards it. Her bra snapped almost immediately as her body exploded in size. She was 7’8′ now 7’9, 7’10… Her shirt ripped off of her huge body as she rubbed her growing body with her free hand, starting to get hot. She was a couple inches above eight feet now, her pants exploded off of her, this time mainly due to her enormous butt. Her shoes burst as she hit 8’6, allowing her massive feet to spread out across the floor. She was growing faster now, as she drew more and more energy from the fairy. At 9 feet her underwear could no longer take the pressure and snapped. Michelle’s rapid growth was making her increasingly horny, she ran her free hand down her torso, and shoved a couple fingers up her dripping wet fun box.

“STOP!” yelled Mark, standing there with the large shotgun, “I don’t want to hurt you Michelle, but so help me I will if you don’t…”

“G-good id-d-dea…” Michelle studdered preparing to orgasm. She snatched the gun from Mark with her banging hand and inserted it up between her legs. This really got her hot. Her head hit the ceiling and she began to bend over as she shoved the barrel of the gun up and down, up and down, getting deeper every time. She let out an orgasmic cry as she was now considerably bent over. She braced the ceiling with the forearm of her fairy-holding hand as she continued to expand.

“HUUUGGGHHH… YES” Michelle exclaimed, “BIGGER!”

Michelle began to orgasm and dropped the shotgun. She now braced the ceiling with both hands as her massive body was filling up the bedroom. At this point Mark was too scared to move, as Michelle’s rapidly expanding frame continued to grow at a faster pace. She reached 12 feet, then 14 feet, then 16 feet in less than a minute. Michelle was in a squatting position now, her gargantuan butt checks almost touching the floor.

“HH HUH HUGH” Michelle huffed, “I-I NEED T-TO STRETCH!”

With that Michelle slowly began to stand up. The ceiling bent a little, then the twenty-foot monster Michelle started to break through it as she shoved upward to become more erect. Mark was still frozen in horror as she began to reach full upright position, breaking through the roof. His whole house was beginning to come down around him. The house he grew up in, all his memories and worldly possessions were going to be buried among the rubble. Mark began to cry. At that point he knew he was wrong to dump Michelle, but that didn’t matter, not now, as a falling ceiling beam cracked him on the back of the head knocking him unconscious.

Michelle was now standing straight up as her head, and now shoulders, rose over the roof. She howled in ecstasy as her body was being pumped up with more and more mass from the power of the unwilling fairy. As she approached thirty feet her undescribably large breasts tried to force there way up and out of the house. In doing so her chest knocked down an entire side of Mark’s parent’s home, that was beginning to look more like a pile of rubble. Michelle huffed and puffed, each time she breathed in gaining about a foot in height. She shot past 30 feet, then 40, then 50…

“I WANT TO GET BIGGER… AND BIGGER… AND BIGGER!!!” Michelle yelled experiencing sexual pleasure no mere human has ever felt before. Now only her legs remained in the collapsed building, and her feet were elongating at such an accelerated rate they knocked down any remaining structure resembling a house.

She shot past 60 feet…

Then 70…

80…

She was going insane with pleasure now as her brain overloaded with sexual excitement.

90…

Michelle gasped, you could hear the power radiating off her trembling voice, as she prepared to let loose the mother of all orgasms.

100 feet…

Michelle tilted her head back and screamed in primordial ecstasy. She rubbed her blimp-sized breasts with her free hand. Every muscle in her body tightened as she released an enormous orgasm that sprayed down an incredible amount of hot steamy cum all over the collapsed house. Unfortunately for Michelle in doing so she accidently crushed the fairy godmother, stopping her growth spurt. Well, not completely stopping it, she added 7 or 8 feet as her body absorbed the extra energy floating around her being.

All that growing made Michelle thirsty. She stomped through the town, crushing anything in her path on her way to the city’s reservoir. Once she got there she drank the majority of it, sending her hometown into a drought.

Epilogue

Amazingly Mark survived the demolition of his house, with him in it. After a few months in the hospital he moved to Iceland to attend college. He still lives there, and miraculously turned homosexual. He has a husband, and besides needing to attend daily therapy sessions, is doing very well for himself.

Michelle, obviously, went on to become very famous. Designer labels made tons (literally) of outfits for her to wear at no cost to her. After all she is the equivalent to a 110 foot walking billboard. She received a lifetime of housing and food from radical women’s rights organizations, corporations wanting to get name recognition through charity, and a constant flow of cash from GTS/FMG fans (a bunch of sick fucks who tend to congregate on the internet if you didn’t know). Michelle never had to work in her lifetime, and was never made a fool of again by man or woman. She often times would over-eat, getting off on the amount of resources she could consume. By her mid-twenties she was rather chunky, but still retained her giantess figure. She packed on pounds by the thousands over the years, but she didn’t care, she was on top of the world.

The End.

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