[magnus knight]

If it's charmed, don't expect much. They promise a lot, but deliver pretty crappy effects.

[magnus knight]

😐

Ouch, taking another girl's shoes. Such rage, such emotion.

Yet it also is oddly alluring to picture. Part of me wishes  I could have seen such an event. I like to watch and observe the world around me, and female shoe theft is something I have never seen.

As for my first daydream….

maybe later…..

_M.

[magnus knight]

You need to take me too, so I can check the fashions for my stories.  Then later I can write about the little adjustments I make to ladies shoes.  I'll buy the coffee, or whiskey if you ladies prefer. 

Coming this summer: A giantess, a she-hulk, and a small guy in a shoe store. 
"If they keep growing out of them, I can't afford to buy them more."  🙄

_M.

(no this is not a story I'm writing so please don't ask)

[magnus knight]

Yes, use your hatred for it has made you powerful. Now strike him down, and take your place at my side. 

_Darth Magnus

Sorry, I just wanted to say something here, and this is all that came to mind. I just arrived home from work and I'm a bit bored and tired.  I need coffee, double cream, double sugar.  Served by a muse, wherever she is. 

_M.

[magnus knight]

that is a long list, but thats good, it shows you thought it out, excellent. 

I may agree with you on the shorts, especially really short ones. 

I will disagree however on the skirts issue,  I find imagining those legs getting longer under that skirt or dress as it rises and hugs those sexy thighs nice, but I will agree that with nylons or tights the growth is easier to visualize. 

This is good, the debate is now on.  Lets keep it clean people.

And remember the thread for what you like best is still open, so feel free to go visit there as well.  I can't wait to hear some ladies opinions on all of this.

_M.

[magnus knight]

😮
You're alive. I've been wondering what happened to you Ms. Pixxxie. It's been a while since we've spoken.

I'm working as best I can.  I have about 2 weeks to try and get through 2 stories.  Then a bunch more on the back burner.

Also my birthday is next week, I don't suppose you'd be interested in something along the lines of jumping out of a cake for me, or rather growing out of one.  I won't tell anyone.  🙄 hehe.

_M.

[magnus knight]

There is always room for more when I get involved.  You just have to wait for my half baked ideas to finish cooking.

[magnus knight]

Thank, you. Thank you very much.

And be careful doing those splits, you might tear your pants.

But if your sneakers burst open, that just means your doing them right.  😉

_M.

[magnus knight]

guy in high school used to describe her.  Giggling some more she let loose a hard chuckle not caring about where she was since the museum was virtually empty anyways.  After all it was Friday night and she felt like she was the only one there with nothing to do.  Going through the various pieces in the collection she found something in particular that she liked.  It was this statue of a small little clay man kneeling before this taller clay female statue.  She like the thought of men kneeling before her, and it looked like whomever it put enough detail into it ages ago so she felt the least she could do was write about it now. 

Pulling out the book from her purse on Egyptian artifacts she thumbed through it but found no reference to anything like it.  Sighing she put the book aside and looked for what the display said:

This statue comes from the ruins of a newly discovered temple that was unearthed by Dr. Maria Thompson on the west bank of the Nile River in the desert on the outer rim of Tanta.  On that site was found a temple to an Egyptian goddess that was not recorded at any other Egyptian sites.  Though the temple was in ruin it looked as though a great battle was waged and all the worshippers of the sight killed.  Among the remains were a few statues similar to this one, skeletal remains of the people, and a giant bone from an unknown species.  Research continues at this time but without Dr. Thompson who disappeared from the dig and is still missing and presumed dead.  All that was found of her were pieces of her clothes that appeared to be ravaged and torn apart by animals.  Locals claim it was a curse, but the digging continues.

All that is known is the temple was for the worship of a tall goddess that is described to be as tall as the setting sun whom ruled the people with kindness and grace pushing education and agriculture.  This apparently angered others in nearby communities so one night they all banded together and struck down the fledgling culture.

Ebony thought all of this was fascinating.  The thought of a giantess ruling over her tiny subjects excited her a little.  She wanted to look more into this, but doubted there could be anything else to find on the subject.  As she turned away a strange breeze blew from out of no where picking up her long curls and moving them about.  Looking for a source of the strange wind she could find none.  She kept walking away when she heard a faint whisper from behind, but it was in a language she couldn’t understand.  She swiveled on her heels to find the source but no one was in the wing but her.  As she moved about puzzled asking “Who’s there?” out loud the breeze carried the whisper in it and pointed her back towards the display case. 

As Ebony approached the case she found something in it was different from before.  It was the mysterious statue.  The little clay man that was kneeling towards the sitting large woman turned around now, and it almost looked to her as if he was actually bowing to her.  She thought this was all very odd and rubbed her eyes before stepping closer to the case.  Being in an oddly playful mood she bowed to the statue as if to thank the tiny clay man for his show of respect.  As she stood back up the eyes of the woman in the chair began to glow eerily yellow, then the whole case shook.  Ebony was frightened of whatever was happening now and she turned to move away when the glass shattered violently from around the case and two yellow beams shot out and struck her.  The glow enveloped her now trembling body, and as she stood there shaking she looked to see the clay man stand, turn, and point at the clay woman in the chair.  All of this was too much for poor Ebony to handle and she swooned and thumped passed out on the tile floor. 

Time passed but was lost on Ebony while she lay still on the floor, except for occasional odd twitches and movements.  Silence fell across the whole wing, until in the moonlit night her brown eyes shot open, and in a panicked haze she rose to her feet.  Stumbling a bit as she rose Ebony looked about to get her bearings.  She swayed side to side moving towards something to lean against while she regained her composure.  Slowly she recollected the strange events of the past few, whatever time had passed, oddities she witnessed.  She remembered the odd statue, some kind of draft, whispers in the wind, and finally yellow beams.  As she found the wall to lean on she shook some cobwebs out of her head and then laughed at what must have been delirium brought on by stress or some other easily explainable factor.  Looking for her cell phone she spied her purse off on the floor in front of a display case.  As she made her way over her heels clacked on the floor, that is until they crunched on something they broke.  Looking about she saw broken glass in front of the case she was now beginning to remember in some form of detail. 

Quickly pivoting she gazed into the case and saw the clay statue, which was as it was when she first saw it.  Shards of broken glass were all over the floor around her feet, and her purse was a few feet away, only it looked smaller to her for some reason.  Deciding to take a quick inventory of her current status she made her way towards her bag, talking to herself in her mind as if reading from a checklist to make sure everything was as it should be.  The list was going fine, until she thought about her rings.

It was the golden ring on her pinky.  Holding a delicate brown hand out she looked surprised to see the finger appear swollen.  Her pinky was sort of bulging out around the outside of the ring.  The metallic gold twisted to one side as the bulging became worse.  “Ow” she let out as she couldn’t understand the distortion.  She shook her hand as if that would do something, and sure enough it did.  Now her silver ring was hurting her.  She stared at the hand through her brown eyes and watched as it appeared to swell and pulsate a tiny bit.  Not only  that but her red nail polish looked kind of flaky to her, as if it was cracking along the edges or something odd.  She shook her hand once more as the rings really started to hurt her now. 

With her left hand she patted her chest and cleared her throat as she began to feel odd, as if something was out of place about her. Her breast felt fuller to her somehow, which put her off and confused her.  She started to walk away but found her movements staggered as if something was holding her back.  She shifted to put one foot out so as to allow her to stare at it, the pointed tip of the boot and its golden laces looked fine, but inside they felt cramped.  Her denim skirt also felt as though it was constricting her movements.  It was then she felt the odd sensations of her entire outfit being a bit on the small side, holding her too tightly. 

“What’s happening?” she muttered to herself as she looked down again squirming her face a bit.  Her leather stiletto boots were really feeling tight on her now.  They looked perfectly fine, but her feet, no not just her feet, her feet and calves felt as if they were too small, off a size, a seven instead of the eight they should have been.  Her camisole top was compressing against her breasts more then it should have as well, and all these odd sensations were starting to worry her.  She kept moving towards the exit now, forgetting about her purse completely clacking her heels hurriedly on the tiles, each step louder and more painful then the last. 

As she moved items of clothing began to stretch and shift about.  Her orange v neck sweater started to plunge in the v neck more, and the sleeves very slowly began to climb up her forearms, the cuffs uncovering smooth chocolate colored skin as they climbed, with the tiniest little hairs standing on end there.  The camisole brushed up against her breasts as the straps and back material were pulled tighter, her nipples poking out like on a cold winter day.  Her denim skirt had less free movement as her thighs pushed into the denim material more then normal.  Her yellowish golden colored micro fishnets made her feel itchy as the fine mesh material stretched and moved tickling her legs.  Her boots, which were knee high, now rested more below the knee then they should have rested.  Her calves were rubbed up against the leather material more then she liked; her feet felt like they were sliding about, as her rounded toes began to move into the pointed tips, causing her discomfort.

Ebony had no real idea what was going on to her body or why she felt as she did.  Sweat began to form on her brow as all this movement was raising her body temperature.  “Ohh, mmmh” she let out not knowing where those sounds were coming form, only she began to feel theses urges.  Her sex was becoming moist as her panties began to shift and rub against her folds, and this was adding tiny amounts of pleasure to her predicament.  Her nipples erect rubbed hard into the cotton camisole top and caused her to desire something more at the same time.  She stooped and placed her hands over her eyes and doubled over slightly as the feeling of desire in her began to rise. “Ohh, mmph, uhh” she let out in husky tones as the feelings grew, all her clothes hugging her tightly now.

A few inches taller then her previous 5’8” frame her clothes began to show some signs of strain.  Her boots now had tiny bulges in the fronts as her toes forced into the points rounded them out a bit as they greedily gobbled up and free space they could find.  Her calves longing for freedom had the backs of the boots distended, and the golden laces on the fronts were taught and pulling on the eyeholes.  Her fishnets went from micro to mini mesh as he holes widened and strand of nylon had increasing spaces growing between the threads, her luscious legs brown skin bulging out between the netting, forcing it wider.  Her panties rubbed and gyrated against her sex, the lips at the fronts puckering for them as the cotton material was gobbled up and allowed to get in and rub her sensitive areas.  The orange sweater’s sleeves were almost to her elbows now, with faint muscular bulges around her biceps straining the wool material.  The camisole top was digging in with its shoulder straps irritating her skin, and was more visible then before as the orange v neck plunged more and more. 

“Plink, snap!” brought Ebony back and as she stood straight up once more she squealed out because her golden pinky ring just snapped off her finger.  Also standing straight caused her feet to push harder into the fronts of her boots which rounded out the pointed tips reshaping the leather.  She breathed deep and as she exhaled the sweater’s orange fuzz rose and she now felt a breeze across her midriff.  As she wrapped her hands around the bottom hem of her top she pulled it down and then felt the other silver ring snap off her finger.  As she looked down she couldn’t believe her eyes, but there on the tiles below were the shards of her two rings, her feet totally warping her boots, and after blinking twice the hem of her skirt rising, the floral design on her left thigh distorted as the rest of her clothes were.

“Plink, plink!” and she saw two shimmering hoops on the floor, which Ebony realized were her earrings laying there.  She kicked about with her swollen foot expecting them to do something, as she had no idea why they were lying there anyways.  As she held her foot extended there she saw her calves swell and strain the brown leather calfskin with it bulging and warping all out of shape.  “Snap!, snap! Snap!” The three top laces snapped open on the golden string, then on her other boot the top three strings snapped open as well.  “Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!” Laces on both boots were snapping and exploding all over her boots.  Ebony teared up as her footwear was evidently destroying themselves.  As the laces snapped the long fronts bulged out and leather eyelets also snapped and broke.  As her calves strained the fancy sexy boots she reached over to hug herself moaning “Ugh, oh god. Clothes feel so tight, tearing, uhh, so hot, soooo, uhhh horny.” Ebony hugging herself feeling weak in the knees doubling over slouched then went down onto the ground on all fours, rocking back and forth as the sensations began to overwhelm her.

Her sweater sleeves tore open at her elbows, and then with a rip they ruptured open around her biceps as brown muscle rose up tearing the wool apart.  The orange tatters showed off the contrast with her bulging feminine muscles.  Unable to see it she could hear as the v neck tore and ripped yawning open down the center as her breasts heaved against wool.  The white of her cotton camisole was straining to hold her fleshy mounds back as she grew. 

Her boots were now bulging and flaring out on all sides as the assault from within continued.  The side zips creaked and split open.  “ZIPPP!” loudly echoed out as it was slowly forced open, unzipping down the sides as nylon netted encased thighs poured out.  There golden nylon straps heaved and stretched to contain her with in there confines as they were designed to do.  The forced rounded fronts playfully twitched as the small leather seams burst and snapped.  One by one the fronts of her feet emerged, still in there nylon prison.  First her middle toes burst free, then as more stitching gave way along the sides more foot burst forth.  The side zips reached the bottoms and then the leather just split open from there.  The heels in the backs too were begun to rupture.  You could see the golden nylon of her heels as they burst open, leather tearing asunder.  The seams on the sides of the boots opposite the zippers also began tearing open and ripping apart.  It was so sensual watching them explode off of her body.  She shuddered as she could feel the cool air and cold tile on her nylon feet as the leather tore more and more, every seam tearing open.  The splits all began to meet up and her footwear was in ruins as the last pieces of leather tore open, the calves splitting the shafts in two, and then blowing them out completely.  The top of the boots bursting open as her feet rose out of them, then the sides opening up all the way around.  “UHHHH!” she let out in relief as the pressure was relieved finally and now her feet went to work pulling and tugging on her fishnets, forcing them to widen their holes and mesh to cover there might.

Her orange sweater was unraveling on her fats now.  “Shrip! Rip!” as Ebony pushed up and arched her back it tore down the center, the wool making her feel itchy as it tightened its grip.  “Uhg!” she moaned as with a down thrust the front split open more, and the shoulders began to tear open exposing her dark moist skin.  As she writhed about on all fours her skirt began to stretch out as her thighs pushed hard against the sides of the material.  They throbbed with might as they grew tighter and tighter against the sides of their denim cell, showing off every sensual curve.  “Shplit!” and her right thigh tore the seams open.  The little tiny gap widened as more skin forced it to bend to its will.  The denim crept up her thighs, and began to tear at the bottoms on both sides as well, the material unable to contain her any longer.  “Plink!” she felt the metal clasp at the back of the skirt contort and break open, and then the back zipper began its decent into nothingness.  As the zipper slowly unwound the red panties she wore became exposed, wedged into her butt tighter then any thong.  Her ass swelled and forced the zipper to give more and more.  She always liked to have some junk in the trunk, but the growth was turning the junk into a barge of soft flesh.  She tilted her head down and as she did so her ass rose up and popped the zipper off its rails.  The denim in the back now split open freely.

Ebony’s thighs swelled and grew out longer, pushing her lags back behind her growing form.  This added to the strain on her fish nets and the thin nylon strands began to snap one by one until holes formed behind her calves and thighs.  The sides of the golden fish nets burst and smooth black skin rubbed against her denim, and in erotic joy she moaned as it split the denim there.  The floral pattern as torn asunder as she grew larger still.  “Split! Rip, Snap!” her feet broke through the nylon prison, toes growing out past their edges as the flimsy material split open.  She huffed as she felt her toes curl hitting the cool tile floor.  Her fish nets continued to tear apart, and with loud static snapping noises her legs ruined the hosiery. 

Bringing up one long arm she made a fist and pounded it cracking the tile and causing the sweater to tear off one side of her completely.  She then rose and feel moaning as she pounded both hands now curled up into fists, the sides of the sweater tearing open before falling form her body.  She shivered as the shoulder straps of her camisole top broke, the right one snapping, then the left, and as that occurred the mesh at the top tore apart.  The camisole then ripped open in the front, as her breasts grew and tore through the cotton material like tissue paper.  “YES!” she bellowed in a husky voice as the camisole tore more and more leaving her body exposed.  The back tore and split as she once again rose to her feet, which were now size 16’s and her head rose ever higher, past the fifteen foot mark.  She reached up and tore the remains of her top off, nipples hard and erect in the cold air.

Her skirt was mini on her, and as she started to move it tore up both thighs exposing shredded nylon remains, and then reaching with a lustful look in her eyes she snapped it off and threw it to the ground.  Moving across the floor she spotted what she needed.  At the other end of the wing was a ten foot obelisk carved with hieroglyphics.  As she approached it her sex grew moist and her panties tore at the waist, small holes popping up.  As she reached the object she reached down and tore the red material form her sex then proceeded to lift one leg up to straddle the statuesque long form object.  Ebony then slowly lowered her self onto it, moving up and down, moaning “Oh  yes, yes, off, please make me cum, yes, ohh, uhhh!” she moaned like an Amazonian hulk.  Soon she began to shudder and shake as she reached the peak of pure joy.  As her body trembled she broke the obelisk into pieces and her head grew higher and higher.  A long dark shadow being cast over the room, and she was lost in the moment until with a thud her head hit the ceiling.

“What the…” Ebony puzzled as she finally came back to reality, and looking around realizing that she had changed into something more then she could have ever imagined.  Moving towards the pile of tattered clothes she kicked them around with her foot wondering what she had done.  She bent over and picked up a destroyed piece of leather, then tossed it to the ground gasping as she knew now just what she was.  She was a goddess. 

All of the sudden a sense of understanding crept into her head, and looking back she bent over and picked the heavy display case up with one hand, and looking into it she understood everything there.  The statue was given magic to create a strong and powerful leader who would govern the people with civility and wisdom, being given the power to enforce her will, when false gods and corrupt leaders threatened the ways and safety of their subjects.  She figured it chose the doctor who disappeared at the site, and it chose her, and somehow she knew it would choose another as well, to keep all the lands safe. 

“Holy f^&$ing shit girl!” She was startled and turned to see her boyfriend Roscoe standing behind her, staring up at her ass that was the size of a midsized sedan.  As she turned to ace him the oddest thing occurred, he bowed and knelt on one knee, as if praising her.  She then looked into the case at the statue that started all this and smiled.  Placing the case down she reached out with her hand, and its dark fingers wrapped around the small man, picking him up and placing him in between her ample breasts.  Then she turned and pounded on the walls, and as they feel her giant foot stepped onto the street, crushing a parked car, with people all around seeing her and kneeling before her might.  Looking out she smiled, and the ground thundered as she walked away into the night.

[magnus knight]

I just remembered that long ago when I tried to have a gts story writing contest, for which I recieved a whole lot of backlash and nasty name calling, I had a list of topics to write about that I thought would inspire others to get some new blood into the area and convert some lurkers into contributers. Here was one of them:

2.) Curse of the WEREGIANTESS: A woman is driving through the outskirts of some backwoods town when her car falls into a giant pot hole.  When she comes to she looks around and realizes it’s really a giant footprint.  She starts walking when up the road she finds a naked woman by the roadside.  When she investigates the woman bites her.  Thirty days later she bursts from her clothes to become a giantess during the full moon.  Will she now infect others? Is there a cure? You tell me.

I think its awesome that the concept of a "weregiantess" was thought up by another great writer and giantess fan, especially one whos stories I used to read to inspire me. I can't wait to read your spin on it.  Thanks for proving great minds think alike.  😆

A friend,
_Magnus

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