[GTSKate]

Just for the heck of it, if any of you saw my heated anger at this story being plagarzied on the brawna.org board, this is the original version. By me. Not by some freaking story thief with lustful fantasies. This file is dated 7/25/2000.

Jacquelyn and the Beanstalk

Welcome gentle readers to this humble retelling of a famous fairy tale! What? You mean you’ve never heard of “Jacquelyn and the Beanstalk”? Oh, I see. You’ve heard that rewritten version for the male-dominated society. I have it on very firm authority that the version that was printed was not the way things happened. Apparently there were these two brothers who were compiling a book of fairy tales and they decided that the world wasn’t ready for what really happened….

PART 1

Once Upon A Time…a long time ago…
There was a young girl named Jacquelyn (although everyone called her Jackie), who lived with her father on the outskirts of a small village named Littleville. She was sixteen years old, and very beautiful, with raven hair that flowed to her shoulders. She was not a petite girl, as peasant maidens back then had to work hard. Still, she was not as stocky as many girls of the village, and her curves were obvious.
Jackie and her father were very poor and barely had enough to survive, but they managed. They once had a large farm, but without the money or resources to tend the fields, all they could handle was a small garden behind the house.
After a very harsh winter, Jackie and her father had been forced to eat all the chickens but one, and now even the cow was no longer giving milk. It was a hard decision, but Father told Jackie to take the cow to market and get what she could for it. Sadly, Jackie put the rope around the cow’s neck and began to lead her down the road. It was not a long trip, only an hour or so, but Jackie walked slowly, not wanting to complete her task.
“I don’t know how much more we can give up, Elsie. I hope someone will give me a fair price for you. Otherwise, Father and I might not eat tonight…”
Just then, a mysterious stranger approached Jackie. (The same one that appears in many of these stories…) He was bent over and wore a black cloak. Somehow, even in broad daylight, he seemed to be hidden in shadow.
Jackie thought to herself, “There’s something very different about this person.” But she couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Taking your cow to market?” The stranger asked.
“Yes.” Replied Jackie. “My father and I need money for food.”

(Now, gentle reader, you may ask the same question I always did, and that was, “If they needed food, why not eat the cow?” However, I got it from the highest authority that it would have been like eating the family dog. Repulsive thought…besides, Jackie and her father tried to stay away from red meat for a healthy diet….)

“I have no money either, but I can offer you a trade that would be far more valuable.” Said the stranger.
Warily, Jackie asked, “What could be more valuable?”
“What if I told you that with this trade, you would always have something to eat?”
“Always?” she said, skeptically.
“Always.” Replied the stranger. “With what I will show you, your troubles would be made very small.”
“Why would you trade such a thing for this cow? What possible use could she be to you?” Jackie turned to walk away, doubtful now that this stranger was on the level. Still, there was something about him…
“I have several reasons, but for now, all you need to know is that I need your cow to break a spell. Her all-white coat is unusual among cows and will help me.”
“Well,” Jackie pondered. “What would you trade?”
“These.” And with a flip of his wrist, the stranger opened his hand to reveal five beans.
“Beans? That’s it?”
“Not just any beans, my dear. These are magic beans! If you plant three together, then a beanstalk will grow that will flower every night. You will always have something to eat.”
“What about the other two beans? What if I planted all five?”
“That would be a waste. You would produce a bigger beanstalk, but you don’t really need it. Oh, I almost forgot: Never eat the beans that the stalk produces at the bottom. They…well, never mind. Just don’t. So, do we have a trade?”
Jackie crossed her arms and stared at the stranger. If she traded the cow, and the beans didn’t do what was advertised, then she and her father would starve to death. (Well, after eating the last chicken, anyway.) On the other hand, if they DID do what the stranger said, then one problem would be solved. (Although, the thought of eating beans EVERY day for the rest of her life wasn’t so great either…) Then again, if she took Elsie to market and no one bought her, then she’d be in dire straits too. Finally, she made her decision (and hoped her father wouldn’t kill her).
“OK. Give me the beans. But you’d better be telling me the truth, or I’ll find you and make your life miserable!” Jackie threatened.
“Oh, I hope we meet again, but not under those circumstances.” The stranger replied as he exchanged the beans for the cow’s halter. As the stranger turned and walked away with the cow, he shouted back, “Don’t forget! Whatever you do, don’t eat the beans at the bottom!”

Jackie returned home and explained the trade (and her reasoning) to her father. Although he was skeptical (and a bit upset) he agreed to try. That night, they planted three of the magic beans in the garden behind the house and then went to bed, hoping for the best. When they awoke next morning, they were greeted with an amazing surprise! As promised, the beans had produced a beanstalk overnight! And it had produced a bowlful of beans! Jackie and her father saved the eggs from the chicken, and had beans for breakfast. For the first time in months (if not years), they ate until they were full.
“This is wonderful!” Father proclaimed. “Now we won’t starve to death!”
Jackie was also very pleased, but knew they were a long way from being out of the woods. She and Father still had no way to work the farm, and the one chicken wouldn’t last forever.
Later that afternoon, Jackie was scattering the few remaining beans about for chicken feed. Unfortunately, there weren’t many left, and the chicken was still pecking about the ground hungry.
“Sorry old hen. I guess there weren’t quite enough this morning. Father and I will eat less tomorrow.” Jackie went about cleaning the hen house, and not really paying attention to the chicken. She didn’t notice the chicken heading towards the beanstalk, where there remained a few beans on the bottom…
When Jackie finished (since there was only one hen left, it didn’t take long to clean), she turned around to see “Henrietta” pecking at the beanstalk.
“Shoo!! Get away from there!” she scolded. “I knew the beans were there, but we were warned not to eat them, silly bird!”
“Oh no!” thought Jackie. “What will happen to Henrietta? I hope the beans weren’t poisonous!” Jackie kept an eye on the chicken for awhile that afternoon, but nothing seemed to be wrong.
That night, Jackie told Father what had happened.
“Well, perhaps nothing will happen to her. Maybe the beans are only dangerous to people. We’ll check on her in the morning, and if she’s not OK, then we’ll take her into the village. Perhaps someone there can help.” Said Father, wisely.
“I think she only could have gotten a couple beans when I wasn’t looking. Maybe it’s not enough to hurt her…” hoped Jackie.

PART 2

Next morning, sure enough, the beanstalk had produced another harvest of beans. Jackie took them inside to begin preparing breakfast, when from the hen house, she heard Father yell, “By the Stars above!!” Instantly, she dashed out of the house, wondering what could cause Father to shout like that. Jackie was greeted by an incredible sight! There stood Henrietta, twice as big as normal! And Father was holding an absolutely enormous egg! She was dumbfounded. Father scratched his head, unsure of how to deal with a three-foot tall chicken. Jackie realized that the beans must have had an effect on Henrietta, making her grow bigger, like the original beanstalk!
For the most part, Henrietta seemed to be dealing with the transformation better than anyone. She went about her usual routine, scratching and pecking at the ground, snatching up any worms she came across. Jackie and Father watched in amazement, as Henrietta must have sensed some worms underneath a rock. She scratched once, and with an incredible peck, broke the rock in two pieces! Since the chicken seemed to be healthy, and posing no threat, Jackie and Father went inside for breakfast.
Father spoke up first; “We’ll be able to sell eggs like this at market! Everyone will want to buy them! I guess that makes Henrietta, the bird with the golden eggs, huh?” he laughed. Suddenly, Jackie had a thought that she shared with Father. “Henrietta seems far stronger than she should be for her size, don’t you think? I mean, even a three-foot chicken shouldn’t be able to break a rock like that, right?”
“I guess so, sweetheart. I don’t know how we’re going to keep her around the house, though. If she’s that strong, she’ll break through any wire or fence.”
“Actually Father, I was thinking that we could use strength like that to plow the fields again. Maybe we could start up farming again?” hedged Jackie.
“Plow the fields with a giant chicken?” Father laughed. “I don’t think that’s practical, daughter. She may be strong, but I’m not sure she could pull a plow. Certainly not in straight rows.” He chuckled more.
“Well…. I wasn’t really thinking about Henrietta plowing the fields…” Jackie began.
“Then what?” Father asked, mystified.
“If those beans she ate yesterday make things stronger, then maybe we could do it ourselves….” Jackie looked meekly at Father, waiting for him to think it over.

“I don’t know, daughter.” Father said haltingly. “Those beans didn’t just make Henrietta stronger, they made her bigger too. And we don’t know if they would work the same on people. Maybe Henrietta was just lucky.”
“But Father, if we don’t try, then we’ll be no better off than before. If they do work, then we’ll be able to get the farm going again. If they don’t, well, I love you, Father, but I don’t want to eat beans the rest of my life…”

They argued about it most of the day. Jackie was willing to risk everything, since in her opinion, they didn’t have much to risk. Father was willing to risk everything himself, but didn’t want Jackie to be hurt, just in case. Jackie eventually convinced Father by telling him that if he should be killed, then she didn’t have anything left anyway.
That evening, for supper, they dined on the rest of the day’s beans, and one each from the bottom of the stalk. They both went to sleep, unsure of what the morning would bring.

PART 3

Jackie awoke to the first rays of the dawn creeping through her window. Something had awakened her. She felt tingly, as if her whole body was “asleep”. She sat up, and slowly, she breathed in, trying to figure out what was happening. When she exhaled, however, her chest still was rising, ever so slowly, as if she were still inhaling. Her eyes widened as she could feel her nightgown shifting on her body. It was slowly becoming tighter! She must be growing! Jackie stretched out her arms and delighted in watching them span further apart. The tingly feeling she had since she woke up a minute before increased slightly, and she felt her arms ripple, as her muscles slowly filled out and up! Jackie flexed her muscles slightly, and was rewarded by firm mounds of muscle that were rising higher. The strength she felt was incredible! Her bed creaked quietly from her increasing weight, and Jackie turned her attention to her feet, which were making their way down the bed. They crept towards the bedpost, taking the blanket with them. The mountain-like peak her upright feet created grew higher, and her legs began to fill the bed. Her thighs were increasing their girth also. Jackie watched as her legs expanded upward and outward, like two mountain ranges of their own. As the sheet went south, Jackie’s nightgown was revealed, stretched tight across her chest. The short sleeves were being shredded open by the burgeoning bulk of her arms. A short giggle escaped Jackie’s lips as the nightgown began to tear from the amazing pressure of her swelling bosom. The tingling sensation increased again, and Jackie gasped at how wonderful she felt. The seams of the nightgown gave out as material fell from around her neck, arms, and chest. Her feet now hung over the edge of the bed, and were still traveling! The blanket fell to the floor, and Jackie’s enormous body was revealed!
Jackie’s growth was happening so slowly that a half-hour later, when sunlight filled the room, so did Jackie! She stood up, and had to duck as the roof of the tiny cabin was upon her. Jackie grabbed a spare bedsheet and wrapped it around herself. Jackie estimated herself to be about 8’ tall. She opened the door and squeezed into the main room of the cabin, expecting to see her Father likewise transformed. Instead, she saw her (normal sized) Father’s eyes pan upward from her waist to her head and then continue to roll backwards as he passed out.

PART 4

“I guess it just doesn’t work on me.” Father said later (after regaining consciousness). “But LOOK at you!” Father stated, getting worked up again. “You’re gigan…uh…coloss…. well, you’re just plain HUGE! My little girl…”
Since Jackie felt healthy (and was stronger than TEN horses), Father wasn’t sure if he was glad, or upset, or depressed, or…whatever.
Father sat at the table outside, while Jackie sat on the ground next to him. Their heads were level.
“I didn’t expect this to happen, Father. I mean, I did expect what happened to me, sort of, but not that it wouldn’t happen to you…” Jackie was afraid that Father was upset because he didn’t grow. But Father was not particularly disturbed. Finally, he stroked her cheek and said, “I’m not upset, daughter. Nor am I jealous. I guess if this is what you want, then I’m happy for you. At least I don’t have to worry about that chicken hurting you now…” he laughed.
Jackie was relieved. Over the next few days, she and Father were hard at work, trying to adapt to their new lives. Father was something of a tailor, and managed to make two outfits for his now giant-sized daughter, and Jackie was jogging through the fields with a plow behind her. As she prepared the ground for planting, she marveled at her strength.
“This plow was so heavy that it required a pack horse to move it, and even then the horse would tire. To me, it feels like a pack of laundry! Things have worked out wonderfully! I wonder whatever happened to that mysterious stranger? I hope Elsie could help him…”

Now normally, this might be a good place to say, “…and they lived happily ever after”, but that’s not the end. Like most stories, there’s always a conflict…

A few weeks later, Jackie and Father were awakened very early by a pounding on the door. Father opened the door only to be grabbed by the King’s tax collectors!
“Hey! Let go!” he shouted.
“You’ve made money selling in the market again, old man. The King expects you to pay taxes!”
“But I’ve got a destitute peasant exemption! You can’t take me!” Father protested.
“Not anymore, you don’t!” replied one soldier. “You’ve made more profit than the exemption allows! Since you haven’t paid, then off to the jail you go!”
Jackie had hidden inside the door during this exchange, since she and Father had decided that no one should see her size yet. However, she couldn’t allow them to take Father either, so she pushed out of the doorway commanding, “Stop! Unhand him! And get your sorry butts off our property!” She stood up to her full 8’ height and glared at the three soldiers.
They immediately dropped Father and backed away from this mountain of a woman. She flexed her (quite obvious) muscles menacingly. The soldiers retreated further, and when she did not pursue them, they leapt to their horses and fled!
“Though I am very grateful, daughter, I’m not sure that was the best course of action. They’ll be back with more men next time…” Father said, brushing the dirt off himself and getting to his feet. “Perhaps I should have gone with them. Then I could have pleaded my case with the magistrate.”
“Oh Father, really. You know that magistrate doesn’t do a darned thing. He would have let you rot in prison. And I’M not sure that’s the best course of action. I’m never going to let anything happen to you!” Jackie stated firmly.

Meanwhile, back in the village, the magistrate was getting the report of the giant girl on the peasant farm. And he did not like what he was hearing.
“I don’t care how big she is!! No one defies my authority! I said they go to jail, and to jail they will go, by hook or by crook! Now take care of it!” With that, the magistrate pushed the Captain out the door and slammed it behind him.
“Fine.” Thought the Captain. “You want her in jail, I’ll put her there. But I don’t guarantee she’ll stay…” The Captain thought a minute and then called his guards together. “Gather the thickest chains you can find, and bring as much length as possible. No girl will make a mockery of my soldiers!”
Two days later, the soldiers were ready. They had an enormous length of chain, with links at least a foot thick! It took twenty men just to load it on a cart. Four horses were required to tow the cart, and this entourage set out for the peasant farm.

Jackie was out in the field planting the seeds, and wearing the sundress Father had made for her. She did not hear the cart and soldiers coming up the road until it was too late. By the time she made it to the house, the Captain had his sword at Father’s throat and was leering at her.
“Well, it seems you’re every bit as big as my men described! And strong too, no doubt. However, if you don’t want your father to be run through, I suggest you stand still like a good girl and allow my men to chain you up.”
Jackie was about to say something very nasty as she thrust her hands into her pockets, when a large clucking distracted some of the men.
“What the hell?!?” cried one of the soldiers as Henrietta clucked menacingly.
Jackie took the momentary distraction to see what was in her pocket. The remaining two beans she had traded with the mysterious stranger! Resisting now could endanger her father, but with the beans later…perhaps they still had a chance. Three of the soldiers had gotten a length of chain around the chicken and chained her down. The rest walked towards Jackie, who shrugged her shoulders and let them chain her up as well.

PART 5

It was a silent ride back to the village, until Father whispered, “I’m sorry, daughter. Now we shall “rot” in jail together.” He looked so sad that Jackie ached to tell him everything would be OK, but didn’t want to risk the soldier’s overhearing. Instead, she sat mute, staring straight ahead. Father looked at her curiously when she didn’t respond, and when she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, he saw her wink.
The soldiers paraded the captive trio around the village market and square, where everyone gaped at the giant-sized Jackie. Eventually, they reached the lock-up, where they unloaded the trio into a cell. Jackie observed the soldiers’ movements for a while. She wanted to find out if there would be a time when Father wouldn’t be in so much danger from a breakout.
As the time grew later, and darkness set, the moon rose. It provided a shadowy light into the confined space. Father was asleep, and Henrietta had her head tucked under a wing. Jackie watched the two remaining guards, but they were as alert as ever. Gradually, Jackie became aware of a musical humming. She couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but it was impossible not to listen. The song was almost hypnotic! In fact, it WAS hypnotic, as she noticed the guards’ eyelids drooping! From the corner of the room, she could see a dark shape slowly moving closer. As the figure moved closer, the song increased in volume.
It was the mysterious stranger, but he wasn’t all bent over! And he had in his arms some kind of harp. The strange thing was, he wasn’t strumming it! It seemed to be playing itself! The top of the harp had the image of a woman’s head, and SHE was humming! Incredible! A magical singing harp! The stranger held his finger to his lips for silence while he checked the guards. They were sound asleep! Deftly, he removed the keys to the cell from one of the guards and opened the door.
“As long as I’m breaking you out of jail, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jack. I’m a wizard. Just to confirm what I know is true, you ate some of those beans didn’t you?” whispered the stranger (Jack).
“Then you are the man who traded for my cow! Why didn’t you tell me that this is what the beans did?” Jackie whispered back.
“Because they don’t always do that. In one case, they transformed a girl into an old hag. Another time, they put a girl to sleep for a hundred years. They’ve got very unpredictable results. That’s why I warned you! In your case, however, I think they’ve had the most attractive result I’ve ever seen!” remarked Jack appreciatively.
“Thanks” Jackie mumbled sheepishly.
Jackie had been carrying Father and dragging along Henrietta, when the stupid chicken chose that moment to cluck rather loudly. This woke several of the guards nearby, and our quartet found themselves surrounded in short order.

Jackie glanced towards Jack. “You’re a wizard, can’t you do something?” she said out of the corner of her mouth.
“I’m afraid I didn’t pack any teleportation spells. And I’m more of a passive kind of guy. I don’t do well with physical violence.” Jack apologized.
“I guess it’s time to take another chance then.” Jackie said, as she popped the two last beans into her mouth.
“Oh this is gonna be good.” Jack smiled.

PART 6
Jackie could feel the magic at work on her almost immediately. The tingling sensation she had originally felt all those weeks ago returned intensely.
“Oh boy.” Jackie said as she inhaled sharply. Her head began rising to the ceiling (not a far trip to begin with) and her body expanded in every direction. Several guards jumped on her, hoping to bring her down with their weight. They couldn’t know that it was too late. Their weight was like throwing a blanket on Jackie. She arose with four still holding on as she crashed through the ceiling. The impact on the roof knocked them all out, and they fell like rag dolls from her swelling frame. Father awoke at the first sound of fighting to see his daughter growing larger and larger.
“Oh dear. There goes another dress…” he lamented. “I’ll be sewing forever if she keeps growing at that rate!”
Indeed, as Jackie had begun to enlarge, her dress had stretched so tightly across her bosom, that her breasts fairly exploded through the material. The muscles of her legs blew up like balloons and even her feet looked dangerous! They were sliding across the floor like a raging river. As Jackie grew even bigger, her feet became combatants just by holding still. The rate with which they magnified caught three soldiers unawares, and they were pushed out of the collapsing building by the bulk of her toes.
Jack, meanwhile, had grabbed Father and his harp, (Henrietta was already free of the building, terrifying some soldiers.) and had made for the nearest exit. (Which just happened to be a hole in the wall that Jackie had created when her arm struck out at two guards). As Jack and Father got some distance between them and the crumbling structure, they could see lines of soldiers running away, or being tossed away by Jackie’s titanic hands. Jackie had long since burst through the roof and was only inside the building up to mid-thigh. The rest of her stuck out like a towering statue, growing and growing, demolishing the jail against her expanding limbs. She continued thrashing about until she was sure that the guards had all fled.
As the scene quieted down, Jack followed the trail up Jackie’s legs, up, to her (hey, this IS a fairy tale…) stomach, and up, to her (ahem) eyes, which were wide open with amazement.
“So, Mr. Wizard,” Jackie rumbled. “Now what?” She was still growing, but much more slowly now that her heart rate was calming.
“Now, I thought you might come back to my place?” Jack proposed. “I’d get on one knee, but I think you have a hard enough time seeing me…”
“Then how about if I do?” Jackie purred. She crushed the remains of the jailhouse, which only came to her calves anyway, and knelt down next to the wizard she was enamored of. She held out her hand for him to hold, but he surprised her, instead stepping onto it and standing in her palm. “I guess you’re not afraid of me?” she asked hopefully.
“Of course not. In fact, I’m in love with you…”

(OK, it WAS kind of sudden, but this is a fairy tale)
Jacquelyn and Jack were married next day, by a local priest. It took an extra two hours for him to stop fainting every time he looked at the 92’ tall bride (wearing a wizard-conjured bridal gown), but eventually the deed was done.

…And they lived happily ever after….
So, you see that those two brothers totally screwed up what I told them. Somehow they made ME the subject of the story, and painted giants as ugly and dangerous (and eating people!) Obviously, my wife would never eat people; she couldn’t even eat the family cow! Red meat disagrees with her anyway. As for the beanstalk going into the sky, I own a nice little castle up there, but the beanstalk never reached that high. I think they took a little poetic license. (By the way, I don’t know WHOSE mother that was in the Brothers’ Grimm story, but it sure wasn’t mine! And it better not have been Jackie’s father, because she’s kinda miffed that they might have made her father a woman….)
Let me tell you what kind of fairy tale they could have written!
I made out WAY better than those Princes who settled for the slipper chick and the sleeper….

[Deadly Pixxxie]

😀

Awesome story!!

And don't knock "the slipper chick"….

…I am her.

😉

[AlexG]

A true classic of GTS growth – so sayz The Immortal One!

Except no subsistutes, ask for genuine GTSKate.

BTW – I know how you feel, I had a similar thing happen several years back on ZZZ's when someone we both know skirted over the border into one of my own works.

“I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself.”
~ Mark Twain / Samuel Clemens (1907)

[JimmyDimples]

Except no subsistutes, ask for genuine GTSKate.

AlexG… yu speld "Accept" an "substitutes" Rong!  😛

But hey… after reading and mentally picturing GTSKate's magnificent story, I'd forget to hit the spellchecker, too.  😉

That was superb, Kate.  Great reading, imaginative, and worthy of a proper storybook.  Rated G for GREAT!  ;D

[AlexG]

Ack! (w/ Bill the Cat sound effect)  😮

You're so right – but, it's the thought, not the precise words that matter.

And that Kate is a Gentle Giantess (GGTS), I won't get squashed – hugged until I turn blue – well, that's another matter.  😉

“I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself.”
~ Mark Twain / Samuel Clemens (1907)

[fritzcat]

Your story is truly one of the great ones, GTSKate.  That rip-off was a steaming pile of shite, so I'm glad you didn't let that one slide.

Anyway, it's heartening to know that you're still out and about the female growth scene.  The genre certainly misses your pen. 

Hmmm, maybe if I wrote an execrable version of "You Just Might Get It," it might even inspire you to return to it (if I did a bad enough job)…  😉

[GTSKate]

Thanks so much for the kind words fritzcat!

Oh, and Alex–of course I promise to be gentle with the hugs  😉

Oddly enough, fritzcat, I was just remembering that story last week and pondering how  I would end it now.  I don't promise anything, but maybe I'll try to revisit it in the next month.
Thanks again for reading!
-Kate

[stmercy2020]

I believe I remember reading this many moons ago on DtV, true?  I liked it than, and I still like it.  At any rate, I know it wasn't on Brawna…

Great story.  I've always liked it when people explain the true origins behind fanciful fairy tales ;D

[AlexG]

I believe I remember reading this many moons ago on DtV, true?  I liked it than, and I still like it.  At any rate, I know it wasn't on Brawna…

Great story.  I've always liked it when people explain the true origins behind fanciful fairy tales ;D

To my knowledge its never been on DTV, unless herself Kate uploaded there.  You might have read it over at http://www.giantess.com, The High Castle (my site, now gone) or where it was originally posted, on the ZZZ forums.

“I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself.”
~ Mark Twain / Samuel Clemens (1907)

[stmercy2020]

That would be it.  Thanks AlexG!

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