
"It started off as a protest about insufficient accommodations for HERS women,
but it quickly turned into a riot. I broke the story a three months ago as one of the
rioters, Grace Michaels, a prominent member of the 'Her Time' HERS supremacist
group, was shot by police after breaking through barricades and charging a
police car." Next to Rachel, the same shaky cell phone footage of the event
they had shown when the story first broke played.

"The police officers involved have just been taken off administrative leave
and cleared of all wrongdoing. At the news, there are renewed protests across
the country, though these appear to be more muted than the ones saw this fall.
The officers were cleared on self defense grounds, based in large part from
footage from their body cams. Let's take a look," Rachel shrank down to occupy
a corner of the screen. The thumbnail was larger than most shows used, but
Rachel and her producers wanted to keep as much of the star newswoman and her
rating boosting cleavage on screen as possible. "Here's what Officer Shawn,
who was driving, saw."

The scene was initially chaotic as protesters both large and small shouted boisterously
behind barricades made from barrels and saw-horses. About a quarter of the ordinary
sized people were wearing dog masks, indicating their membership in 'Her Dogs', the
wing of 'Her Time' for normal people. The cop was sitting in his cop car, so the
view was restricted, but it was still clear when Grace Michaels suddenly emerged from
the crowd. She kicked a saw-horse violently aside. Half a dozen 'Her Dogs' poured
through the gap after her, but after about ten steps they stopped and turned around.
From the audio of one of the cell phone clips of the incident, Rachel knew that the leader of
'Her Time' had whistled and barked "dogs, stop," to call them back. It lent credence
to the theory that this hadn't been planned and Michaels had been acting on her own.

The frame shifted as the driver got out of his car, "STOP! Stop approaching!" His
service handgun came into the frame as he aimed it over the top of his open door.
Grace paid him no heed. "Go back behind the barricades! Back!"

Grace was dangerously close, looming over the cop. *Is this what people see when they
look at me?* Rachel wondered. It was a terrifying view. Of course it was probably different.
Rachel was taller than the other HERS woman had been, and usually wore heels of some
sort while Grace had been in sneakers. On the other hand, Rachel didn't typically go
around with an expression that looked like she wanted to tear the worms before her
limb for limb. Grace bent down and picked up a barrel that had been part of the barricade
she just burst, throwing it in the direction of the camera. Officer Shawn opened fire, taking
a single shot. "Go back!"

Rachel paused the video, "Experts have pointed out that Officer Shawn is going
against department policy by pausing after the first shot like this."

The first shot brought Grace to a stop. She brought her hand down to touch her abs
in surprise, but evidently it was only surprise because her enraged face grew even
more furious and she resumed her charge, this time breaking into a run that set
her massive HERS-enhanced breasts flying all over the place. Clearly she wasn't
wearing one of the high-strength steel plate and chain sports bras that Rachel
wore when she worked out. The things were ruinously expensive, so most HERS women
didn't own one. Officer Shawn opened fire again, this time not stopping until his clip
was empty. It didn't do any good.

Grace was just a few steps away from the car, when another gunshot sounded, this one
louder than the shots from the cop's service weapon. Grace's face became a red blur
and she dropped to the ground. Another cop walked in frame and pointed a shotgun
at the fallen woman, delivering two more slugs to her head in quick succession,
and then backing away cautiously.

The video stopped and Rachel grew to occupy the whole screen. "As you can see,
Grace Michaels shrugged off a whole clip of small caliber fire from the driver
before his partner stepped in with a shotgun. There's been a lot of controversy
over the fact that it wasn't a service issue weapon, but there's no denying that
it worked while Officer Shawn's handgun didn't. Let's take a look at what Officer
Williams saw."

Pretty much the same scene played out, except that Officer Williams spent a good
chunk of the time getting the shotgun out from where he had strapped it next to
his seat. His breathing was loud and panicky, and he swore softly when one of
the straps was stubborn about coming undone. Once he had the gun in his hand,
he seemed to cool off a bit, stepping out of the vehicle and drawing a bead on
the charging HERS woman's head.

"The death of Grace Michaels has been hugely controversial, with many commentators
saying that Grace was unarmed and was approaching at a walk. First, let's talk
about the idea that Grace was unarmed. While it's true that she wasn't exactly
holding an assault rifle, it's important to remember that HERS women are
essentially always armed. We can do an incredible amount of damage in a
remarkably short period of time. Believe me, I destroyed plenty of furniture
before I got used to moving with my new body. Second, when a HERS woman walks,
she's moving faster than most people jog, and if she walks quickly like Grace was,
she'll be moving faster than most people run. I have to remind myself to walk
slow if I don't want my friends to break a sweat trying to keep up with me."

"Now to talk about this, we've managed to get Officer Shawn to come on the
show." The D.C. Department and Shawn's union rep had been hesitant to let him
go on Rachel's show, but she was pretty well known to hold no love for HERS
supremacists. A video call from Rachel herself, set up so that her cavernous
cleavage was in frame, had been enough to convince them. The 23 year old Rachel
would have been aghast at the way her 43 year old self was using her assets to
get what she wanted, but Rachel had stopped caring about that sort of thing
around the time she went into a food rampage.

She turned in her stool to face him. Rachel had done away with the desk so
that her whole body would be visible for viewers. Now she did the show from
a single stool set in the center of the studio floor. The only other thing
on set was a long table where her junior staff worked quietly in the background.
Rachel had decided to put them there to emphasize her own scale. "Hi Officer
Shawn, thanks for coming on the show."

Officer Shawn stared up at the blond host's absolutely massive breasts. Each
one looked like it weighed more than him. Maybe even twice as much as him.
Rachel crossed her legs, making her powerful thighs shift beneath her tight
black miniskirt. Her massive steel wedge sandal dangled in front of the police
officer's face. "Officer Shawn?"

"S-sorry. T-thanks for having me,"

"I get that reaction a lot these days, but I've got to say I'm surprised
to see it coming from a man who kept his cool while getting charged by a
HERS woman."

*Well, I didn't have my first wet dream in years about her,* Officer Shawn
thought, still struggling to take his eyes off the breasts which had dominated
all his fantasies for the last month or so. "Sorry, yeah, to be honest, I'm
not sure how I was so calm in the moment. As you can tell, I'm a little
intimidated being up close and personal with HERS women. It's not easy for
a guy like me to say, but when a woman is ten times your weight, it can be
scary. Ummm, no offense."

Rachel laughed, "Oh, none taken. I'm flattered that you think I'm only ten
times your weight." She'd broken a ton a few weeks back, right about the
time she crossed the 13 foot mark. "I think it's very brave of you to talk
about this so openly. Some people want to pretend that HERS women aren't
scary, but we are. I think it's totally understandable that you feel that
way. I'd love to hear how you were feeling as thing unfolded last night.
What was going though your head?"

He nodded, glad to be given direction, "Well, at first it was hard to
tell what was going on. It was very chaotic, you know? But then when
she kicked over the barricade, I became, you know, ummm,"

"Concerned?"

"ummm, yeah. I would say so. Definitely concerned. Then I saw her looking
at us. At our car I guess, and the look on her face."

"Pretty scary, yeah, we've seen the video," Rachel's tone was concerned,
almost maternal.

When he just nodded and didn't offer anything else up, Rachel picked up the
conversation again, "One thing lots of people have been saying is that you
and your partner were in your car, so you should have just waited for backup.
Does that seem realistic to you?"

He shook his head, "No."

"Why not?"

"Well, HERS women are very strong, and while our car is stronger than a civilian
model, it's not, it's not up to that kind of power."

Rachel nodded, "Mmmmmmmm. We've definitely heard that line of thinking before, but
a lot of folks out there don't seem that convinced."

"Well, I would say that they should try sitting in a police cruiser while a HERS
woman tries to get them out."

Rachel chuckled, "Hopefully it won't come to that! Maybe we could get close though?
I understand you've brought something with you?"

"Yeah," the camera panned back until a police cruiser and a smaller Toyota Corolla
were visible beside them.

"I've managed to buy the exact same cruiser that Officers Shawn and Williams were
in from the D.C. Police department." They had given Rachel a shockingly good deal
for it. Lately, Rachel had been getting sweetheart deals all over the place. "In
a moment, I'm going to see how it holds up to a HERS woman, but first let's see
how a normal Toyota Corolla holds up."

Rachel rose to her feet, absolutely towering over Officer Shawn. Her seamstress had
measured her as 12'3" the previous week and the gleaming steel wedge sandals she
wore gave her an additional fourteen inches or so of height. Exposing the metal
reinforcing shoes had come into vogue for HERS women after Rachel wore some copper
wedges a few months back. The shoes were so heavy that Rick couldn't even pick
one up, but Rachel hardly noticed the weight. Standing up so close to him, Rachel
couldn't see the man, shielded as he was by 700 pounds of breast flesh. Instead,
she had to rely on her memory of his position, the little sounds his body
made and the air currents she could feel on her bare legs. It was a skill that
not every HERS woman mastered, but Rachel was pretty good. She'd taken a few
classes on the technique shortly after it got famous when a Japanese HERS woman
perfected it, and found she had a natural talent. Having a blindspot bigger than
most might even have helped in the same way blindness could heighten other senses.

She didn't need to flex her talents too much since Officer Shawn was alone.
Rachel had grown comfortable striding through the busy crowd of her underlings
as she walked around her office, so avoiding a single guest as he rose to
his own feet and fell in beside her on her way over to the cars was child's play.
"Ok, first, the sedan," she squatted down and reached under the engine of the
car. Rising to her feet, she brought it with her until it was rocked back on
the trunk, essentially doing a squat with the weight of the car. "As you can see,
a HERS woman can manhandle a small car."

Rachel wasn't being entirely fair. It was unlikely that most HERS women could have
done what she was doing. Most HERS women were between 1600 and 1850 pounds, but
there was a long tail of different HERS sizes. Rachel had been average height
for a HERS woman after her initial growth, and had weighed about 2000 pounds
(the additional weight coming from the fact that her breasts had weighed a
bit over 200 pounds each at the time). Since then, she'd grown by almost two
feet as her body reasserted its will after she'd tried to fight her initial
food urges and Charlie and Jen had pushed her to start stuffing her face. Two
feet in height didn't make her look that different, but thanks to the volume
cube law, it meant she had almost doubled her weight. Rachel had broken the
concept down for her viewers by pointing out that it would be normal for a 6
foot person to double or nearly double the weight of a 5 foot person. The
difference between an average 10 foot HERS woman and a 12 footer like Rachel
was comparable.

The fact that Rachel weighed closer to two tones than one, while most HERS
women weren't even one ton, meant that she was quite a bit stronger than
most HERS women. She was no powerlifter like Greta Pim, the Canadian woman
who had just lifted an F350 as a stunt, but she worked out three or four times
a week and kept in pretty good shape.

Rachel flipped the car over and planted a foot on the underside, leaning forward
until she could feel the cabin collapse. "Ok, let's see how our passengers did."
She flipped the car back over and the camera zoomed in on the four crash test
dummies that had been sitting in the car. "What do you think, Officer Shawn?"

He approached the shattered vehicle, "Well, his neck is broken," he pointed to
the driver, "His is as well."

"How'd the back seat do?"

"Not so hot," he tried to open the door to give the camera a better view, but
it was crumpled shut.

"Ok, ready to test out your cruiser?"

"You bet."

Rachel strode over to the police car. Like before, she squatted and attempted to
lift it. The front wheels came off the ground and rose several feet, but Rachel's
face was starting to go red, and she set it down. "Wheew, that's heavier! I think
I could flip it, but I'd need to make some unladylike grunts." She adjusted
her top.

Officer Shawn was getting more comfortable around the celebrity giantess now, so
he felt comfortable enough to joke along with her, "We wouldn't want that."

"No. So that's it then? Case closed? This is a pretty nifty piece of hardware,
I can't flip it over, so it seems like it could keep you safe." She sat down
on the hood, "What do you say, you want to switch places with one of those
dummies?"

"Ummmm, well, I don't know about-" he was interrupted as Rachel crossed her legs
and the shifting of her weight made one of the tires pop. Again, she was cheating
a little since she'd had her team overfill the tires, but she wanted to be sure
to drive home how dangerous HERS women could be.

"Oh my, did a tire just pop?" Rachel giggled. "I need to lose some weight!"

"Yeah, I think you may have a few more ways to make life hard for those dummies."
Officer Shawn offered.

"Oh? Like what?"

"Well, you could, umm, you could sit on the top of the car, just like you did
the engine block." He offered.

Rachel grinned, "Let's try it." She walked over so that she was facing away
from the camera. She knew her ass looked incredible in the tight miniskirt,
and she wanted to take the opportunity to remind her viewers that the star of
"Rachel" didn't just have an incredible rack. She slowly squatted down to place
more and more of her weight on the roof of the car. It was reinforced, but it
still gave out all at once as she settled her full weight on it. "Whoops,"
she giggled, shifting her ass back and forth to find a more comfortable position,
and in the process grinding at the limbs of the crash test dummies. "What do you
say Officer Shawn? How's life in the car?"

"N-not so great." He approached and tried his best to studiously point out where
the dummies were damaged, but it was hard to keep his attention off the massive
ass that had crushed them.

Rachel got up and brushed some glass from her skirt. She lead Officer Shawn back
over to her stool. "Well, thanks for coming on the show today officer!" She turned
to another camera angle, "Up next, I'll break down the economy."

The show cut to a break, and a hose immediately descended from the ceiling above
Rachel. She stuck the end in her mouth and gulped down about a gallon of nutrient
dense formula for growing HERS women. Walking over to the huge desk that stood
just off set, she sat down and started catching up. Rachel liked to take an
active role in managing her people, even when she was on the air.

Officer Shawn had been hoping to talk with her a bit more after the show, but
he realized that his had just been one segment in Rachel's long show, and she
had other things on her mind. "You can come with me," a young PA said waving
to him. He nodded and followed her out of the building.
