The Giantization Of Emily

I was recently in communication with Lady Cashia, and she has graciously given me permission to repost her stories here on Amaz0ns.  Being a gentle giantess story writer, I thought it best to start with one of her first GGTS stories.  8)

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The Giantization Of Emily
By Cashia Brown © 2000

“Stupid Jerk! Learn how to drive.” Emily yelled, as the fancy, yellow sports car swerved in front of her, almost clipping her bumper.  It seemed as though every idiot was out today.  Each intent on making her trip home a nightmare. 

Checking her mirrors, to assure herself there were no more automotive kamikaze’s looming nearby, she sighed and tried to relax.  Her head pounded and her nether regions felt as though they were trying to physically depart from the rest of her body.  Her period was two days early but at least it had the grace to hit just prior to the weekend.  By Monday she would be almost human again and she would not be forced to take anymore sick leave.  Her boss made her feel like a baby whenever she was forced to take a day or two off because of the cramping and the headaches.  And her personality?  Mr. Hyde had nothing on her.

Her doctor had recommended surgery to help alleviate the problem, but Jack, her husband, had lost his job and his medical insurance.  For the time being, until he found a new job, hers was the only salary keeping them afloat.  The surgery would just have to wait until things were back on an even keel … if she didn’t kill him first.

Jack had always been unsympathetic about her menstrual problems.  Making sniping remarks about how she pampered herself and abandoned the family for two or three days each month, laying the burden and responsibility of their daughter Megan, on his door step.  He as much as accused her of faking the whole ordeal, to gain sympathy and attention.  In their seven-year marriage, that was the only thing that caused them to argue.  That is until Jack lost his job. 

Since his layoff, when his company was sold, he had become a stranger.  Angry with her and angry with himself, their life was becoming unbearable.  She was grateful that it had not extended to their six-year-old daughter.  But if things did not improve soon, she feared it might. 

The thought of arriving home tonight, caused her to shudder.  Jack would know just by looking at her, that her cycle had again begun.  She prayed that he would be in a good mood and let things slide.  She let out a derisive snort and said under her breath, muttered, ”Yeah, when pigs fly.”

Well it was too late now she thought as she turned onto their street.  There was her house, third down on the left.  She could see Megan and her best friends Lizzie and Jody jumping rope in the driveway.  Slowing down to make the turn into the drive, she honked the horn, pasted a sick smile on her face and waved to the little girls as they scampered onto the lawn.  Sliding to a stop, she put on the parking brake and took a deep calming breath, then got out of the car.  It was time to face Jack.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, guess what?” squealed Megan as she threw herself around Emily’s leg, almost knocking her over.

“Whoa, be careful sweetie.  You almost knocked us both over,” she said as she hugged the energetic little girl.  “Now what is it that has you so excited?  Come on tell me.”

“Daddy says we are going to go out to Pizza & Fun4All for dinner,” Megan screeched.  “Isn’t that neat?  I want to play all the video games!”

Pain gnawed at Emily’s midsection and she grimaced.  “That sounds wonderful sweetheart.  Let’s go find daddy.” 

With hand pressed to her stomach, she and Megan made their way to the front door, which opened at their approach.  Jack smiling, looked down at his daughter and asked,  “So did you tell her Pumkin’?” Then looking up at Emily, the smile melted away.  His eyes became hard and his body stiffened. 

Turning back to Megan, he smiled a brittle smile and touching his finger to her nose said  “Well baby, it looks like Daddy will have his best girl all to himself tonight.  So kiddo want to be my date?”

Megan turned to her mother and frowned.  “Mommy is sick again?”

Emily, through clinched teeth smiled at her daughter.  “I’m sorry sweetheart.  But you and Daddy will have so much fun.”

Megan looked as if she wanted to argue, but before she could say a word, Jack had swooped her up in his arms and was striding towards the car.  Over his shoulder, he tossed back, “Don’t wait up for us.” Standing there, Emily watched them climb into the car and drive away.  Her daughter’s giggles trailing behind them in the wind.

With a deep, soul-wrenching sigh, Emily turned and went slowly into the house.

Equipped with hot water bottle and painkillers, Emily crawled into bed.  Snuggling around the warmth of the hot water bottle, she closed her eyes and prayed she could block out the world for a bit, with sleep.  The warmth seeped in and the pills slowly lulled the pain and the edges of her mind began collapsing inward until she was totally oblivious to the outside world…and she slept.

The room was dark when she awoke.  Looking at the clock she saw she had been sleeping for almost two hours.  Emily desperately wanted to go back to sleep, but she knew Jack and Megan would be returning home soon, if they hadn’t already.  She wanted to spend some time with her sweet little daughter before she went to bed. 

As the sleep began to clear from her mind, she realized her head was crowded up against the headboard. She must have been restless in her sleep.  When she moved down a bit in the bed, her feet, she realized, were sticking out from the foot of the bed.  She sat up to see what was the matter and collapsed back down on the bed, her eyes clenched tightly shut. 

“You are crazy Emily.  You did not just see what you thought you saw,” she told herself.  “Its must be the pain pills.”

Emily sat up and cautiously opened her eyes again.  The strange image was still there.  It appeared to her dazed eyes that someone had come into her bedroom, while she had been sleeping and replaced all the furnishings with exact replicas, except these new furnishings were half the size of the originals.  But how could that be?  Throwing off the covers, she stood up and immediately banged her head into the ceiling.

“Ow,” Emily exclaimed. “Dammit, what the heck is going on?”

Looking around she could see it really was her bedroom, right down to the clothes she had kicked off when she came upstairs.  But now it was so small that she couldn’t even stand up straight.  Pulling the sheet off the bed, she wrapped it around herself, sarong style and moved hunched over towards the door.  With some tricky maneuvering which included bending, twisting and crawling, Emily managed to get through.  She felt as if she were trying to navigate through a child’s playhouse.  Now she was beginning to understand how Alice felt when she tumbled down the rabbit hole.  Curiouser and curiouser.

As she stood on the landing she realized she was larger.  She was standing almost doubled over.  She figured she must be close to 15 foot tall.  And as the sheet tightened, she realized she wasn’t finished growing yet.  What should she do?  The first thought that came to her mind was to get out of the house, before she trashed the place.  She could hear Jack now:  “Look at this place, now I am going to have to make some major repairs and we can’t afford the expense.”  She had to get out.

Scooting down the stairs on her bottom, Emily reached the entrance hall and for the first time since waking, she could stand up…barely.    The chandelier was staring her in the face and her hair was brushing the ceiling.  That meant she was 20 feet tall.  The front door looked ridiculously small to her.  But through the archway to the living room she could see the double glassed, frenchdoors.  She knew she could still fit through those.  Crawling now, she made it through the living room, relieved that she had only smashed one of the table lamps along the way, before reaching the French doors. She made a mental note to have Jack clean up the glass before Megan cut herself on it, then crawled out onto the patio and stood up, clutching the almost too small sheet to her breasts.

As she stood there looking about the almost silent neighborhood, she felt the sheet pull free from her grasp and realized she’d grown even larger.  Judging from the side of the house, she figured she must be at least 25 foot high now.  How long could this go on?  Looking down, she wondered if there was anything she could use to cover herself with and knew as she watched the ground recede, that it would be hopeless to even try. 

Sitting down on the lawn, not even feeling the rose bushes being crushed under her weight, Emily cried.    Fat tears seeped from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.  They continued on their descent, encouraged by gravity, dripping onto her chest, where they traveled downward to the tips of her breasts.  Here they balanced for a second on her nipples, before plummeting down to splash on her thighs and trail down to puddle about her on the lawn. 

How long she cried, Emily didn’t know, but finally she stopped and wiped the last tears from her face.  She had cried, she realized for many things and not just the fact that she was now a giantess.  Oh she cried for that and how, now she would be an oddity and someone to be scorned and feared.  But she also cried for how her life had turned out. Working for a company that had no appreciation for all her hard work and dedication. And for her marriage, which had become hollow, no longer filled with the warmth, love and the mutual respect of two people working together towards a common goal.  When had things become so dismal and bleak?  How could she allow Megan to grow up in such an indifferent environment?  The answer flashed crystal clear in her mind … she couldn’t.

Standing up, Emily drew her shoulders back proudly and lifted her chin defiantly.  She would do something to change things.  It was her life and she would take back control of it.  And she would build a better life for her and her daughter.  And if Jack didn’t like it…he could just go live somewhere else.    She was through trying to gain his approval.  The only approval she wanted or needed was her own.  Tossing her long brown hair back over her shoulder, she stepped over the fence, into the driveway and walked out into the street.  She was ready to embrace the unknown and bravely confront her future.

The squealing of brakes brought her back to the present.  Through the window of a toy sized, sporty, white car, Emily could see the horrified expression on her neighbor’s face.  “Sorry Mr. Piedmont,” she laughed, “What kind of example am I setting for Megan.  I tell her not to play in the street and here I am doing the exact same thing.”  Emily was still laughing as she stepped aside to let the frightened little man drive past.

Following the car’s erratic escape, with her eyes, Emily realized that she was beginning to enjoy her new found size and she found she didn’t even mind being nude.  She didn’t have the best body in the world, but it wasn’t the worst either.  For the first time ever, she was at peace about her self-image. That in itself was pretty mind boggling.  Chuckling over the irony that she had had to grow so large to become comfortable with who she was, Emily began walking towards the restaurant where her husband and daughter were enjoying themselves.  She was looking forward to seeing the expression on Jack’s face, when he got a good look at her.  Damn, she wished she had a camera.

The trip across town was accomplished with a lot of horn honking and finger pointing, not to mention fender benders.  Emily wasn’t sure if it was the sight of her now 50-foot stature or the fact that she was nude.  More than likely it was a combination of both.  At one point, she had stopped to pry open a jammed door on one car that had crashed into the car in front of it, whose driver had slammed on his brakes at her appearance. The driver with the jammed door was a woman who had become convinced the car would blow up and take her infant, who was strapped into the back seat.  Emily had pulled the hysterical woman aside and then removed the frightened, minuscule infant from the car, still in its carseat.  The mother had not even been grateful.  “Some people,” she thought, “Go figure.”
Passing by the company where she worked, Emily peered inside her fifth floor office window and saw her boss was still at his desk.  Smiling mischievously, she called out to him, “Hey Mr. Benson, I might need Monday off, do you mind?  She laughed as she watched the tiny Hitler tumble back out of his desk chair, in an attempt to get as far away from her as possible. Walking away from the office down the middle the street lamp lit thoroughfare, it dawned on her that her terrible cramping was gone.  It was a glorious feeling.  Her life was getting better.

As she had marched across the expressway, she had grabbed a semi-truck to keep it from plowing into the road divider, when the driver had lost control of his rig when seeing her appear over the hill.  He had jumped out of the cab and just stood there staring at her.  Emily couldn’t resist the urge to try tickling him and was surprised when the teeny man had actually laughed.  Emily wondered what her reaction would be if she were in a car witnessing the same spectacle.  Shrugging, she knew she couldn’t possibly imagine it…now. 

Standing in the parking lot of the Pizza & Fun4All restaurant, she wondered how best to handle the up coming confrontation with her husband.  Knowing Jack, she decided to begin as she meant to go and called out his name.  After a moment the front doors flew open and the restaurant patrons began to spill out.  Some were screaming and while others pointed and stared.  At last Jack and Megan appeared.  Jack burst from the restaurant doors and began running across the parking lot, grasping Megan tightly to his chest, their precious daughter crying. 

Emily called to him again, he slowed down and really looked at her for the first time.  “Look Daddy,” Megan cried, pointing up, “it’s Mommy.”  Her daughter was smiling.

Jack’s mouth fell open and for a few moments, he was speechless.  That was a first, Jack always had something to say about everything.  He was always a regular Mr. Know-it-all.  Emily watched as his eyes slowly moved up her body, till he could see her face, reflected in the restaurant’s lights.  “E-E- Emily? he stammered, “Is t-that you?”

Smiling and for the first time feeling a little bit sorry for her husband, she replied, “Yes Jack, it is me.” 

How small and insignificant he appeared to her in the Godzilla-like movie set parking lot. And for a brief instant the urge to act out the scene, as the rampaging Godzilla monster flashed through her mind.  Technicolor images of herself walking across the tops of Lilliputian cars and wading through buildings like so much paper and cardboard, splashed across the screen of her mind’s eye.  The images cleared as her husband once again came into focus.

Jack’s mouth was working, but nothing was coming out.  Megan was reaching up with her arms out to her mother, the universal signal every child uses when they want to be picked up.  She reached down to get her daughter.  Jack started and pulled Megan away.  Emily became angry.  “Jack, she is my daughter and I want to hold her,” she told him, glaring at him until he hesitatingly offered Megan up to her.  Emily took her now very small daughter, gently from her husband. 
Megan was smiling as she came near to her mother’s now huge face. “Wow Mommy, that was fun.  How did you get so big?  Can I grow big like you? Can Lizzie and Jody have a ride too? Can you go school on Monday and be my show-n-tell? How come you don’t have any clothes on?” Emily laughed at her young, precocious daughter as she rattled off a string of never ending questions, just then realizing how nervous she had been about what her daughter’s reaction would be to her new size. Things would have been so different if there had been the slightest trace of fear in Megan’s sweet, young face, instead of the wonder and delight. 

Cupping her now tiny daughter in her hand, Emily was awestruck by the size difference.  Comparing her to one of those, small action figure toys, Emily reasoned she was now at least ten times her original five foot, four inch height.  “Are you ready to go home, Sweetie?’ Emily asked her daughter. “I can answer all your questions on the way, OK?”

Looking down at her still speechless husband, Emily smiled and said, “Jack, why don’t you follow us home.  I think we have a great many things to talk over, don’t you?” 

With out looking back, Emily began retracing her route home, listening to her adorable daughter as she continued bombarding her with questions, never once allowing her mother to interject, not even to answer the questions.  Laughing, Emily gave herself up to the moment.  She knew there would be many things to deal with in the very near future.  But for now, at this point in time, everything was absolutely perfect and she was going to enjoy that perfectness, until it ended.  Later would be soon enough to face whatever lay ahead.  For now she and her daughter were going home.

~The End~