

When the house stopped shaking at regular intervals, Rick realized he
had wasted too much time staring at his phone already, so he sat up and
crawled over to the foot of the bed where a short flight of stairs lead to
the floor. He stretched for a bit, then felt the house shake again, the
impacts starting off softer than before but getting louder and louder.
He knew Rachel was approaching, so he just waited for her to appear.
Sure enough, the door to their bedroom opened a moment later and his
massive wife stepped in. She looked shorter than normal because Rick was
so used to seeing her in heels these days, but at 12'9" she utterly
dominated the space with her bulk.

Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore spandex shorts and one
of her steel sports bras that looked more like plate armor than a bra. Each
of her sports bras weighed about 250 pounds, enough that their two housekeepers
asked Rick to help them load them onto a little cart they had for transporting
them to and from the little workshop Rick liked to call the armory where they
were maintained and cleaned. Despite their weight, it was actually impressive
they managed to be so light. After all, they needed to provide support for nearly
1000 pounds of tit.

"Hey honey, just getting up?" Rachel smiled down at him gently. That was her
primary affect towards normal people these days: gentle. It felt a touch
patronizing, but Rick knew it was a lot better than the way some HERS women
behaved. He was lucky he wasn't married to one of those HERS supremacists.
Some of them basically kept normal people as slaves. If anything, Rachel was
the opposite. On the air, she continually advocated for HERS women doing as
much or more to accommodate society as society did to accommodate them, and
she was a strong supporter of the 'Her Responsibility' organization that
provided safety training for HERS women and advocated for licensing requirements
for HERS women to be allowed to go certain places. She had probably done more
for the group than anyone by regularly having the founder, Fran Washington,
on her show to talk about HERS issues.

"Yeah. Unlike someone, I enjoy my days off." Rick grinned. His wife was always getting
up before any decent person was awake to work out these days. Rachel had replaced running
with crossfit shortly after she got HERS, and had started really getting into it
about a year ago. Rick had asked her why, and she'd joked about making her ass as
famous as her boobs. It had been a few weeks after she'd proudly told Rick that her show
apparently caused measurable financial harm to the porn industry, and he was pretty
sure there was a connection there.

"Don't worry, I'm going to make sure you get a workout too." She grinned. They were
planning on going for a hike since Wednesdays were the days that Rachel skipped the
full show and just pre-recorded a short news segment the night before. A gentle hike
for Rachel would mean Rick was trail running.

"I'm going to leave you in the dust this time," Rick grinned.

"We'll see about that," she chuckled, reaching behind herself to loosen the buckles so
she could take off her bra. Rick just watched as his giant wife disrobed. The sight
of her bare breasts glistening with sweat made it hard to think straight.

Rachel looked down at her enthralled husband with pride. All she had to do was take
her top off and he could only gape like an electrocuted fish. She got the same reaction
from everyone when they saw her bare breasts. Fortunately, she could remind people to
focus and they would be able to function pretty well, albeit only to do things she
wanted them to do. She had to verbally remind her seamstresses to get back to work
every time they took her measurements so they could update her bra sizing yet again.
She didn't generally bother to rescue any of her boyfriends from their stupor, instead
finding it a turn on the way her body made them so helpless with lust.

Rick had suggested an open relationship a bit less than a year ago after Rachel had
once again made him cum without touching him or even really intending to. He'd
tearfully explained that he felt like he couldn't satisfy Rachel anymore. Rachel
could have let him know that no man could really satisfy her in the usual way, but
at that point she had been making Austin crawl between her legs to eat her out
for six months or so. The mental effects of HERS had a little to do with it, but
the truth was that Rachel had just become a very powerful woman who could have
pretty much any man she chose and the affair had come from the entirely ordinary phenomenon
that had lead powerful people to take what they wanted for thousands of years.
Rick's proposal had given Rachel a silent, easy fix, and the truth was she did
want the freedom to indulge her libido. She still felt a little guilty about the
fact that she'd started using other men before her husband gave her permission, but
she thought of it less and less. As far as Rachel knew, her husband had never taken
advantage of their newly opened relationship, and she didn't imagine he ever would.
How could another woman hold interest for him?

"You want to touch yourself Rick?"

"Yes," his voice had taken on that droning quality she had gotten used to.

"Well, go on then," she stood still as his hand slid down to his crotch and moved
for a few moments before he gasped and shuddered. Rachel wanted his balls drained
ahead of the days activities. She didn't want the poor guy to have any embarrassing
accidents.

"Come on, let's take a shower," Rachel waited for Rick to shuck off his clothes
before she picked him up and walked over to the bathroom. Rick helped wash her
legs, having to reach up to wash her buttocks. In return, Rachel lathered up
her breasts, then lifted Rick up to rub him all over the sudsy orbs to give
him a full body wash. They finished washing off, then dried off, Rachel using a
small corner of her towel to dry off her husband.

Walking into their closet to get dressed, Rick felt dwarfed by the massive shoes
lined up in rows to either side of him. The clothes hanging from hooks along the
sides were hung so high that the bottoms were about a foot over his head. A
step ladder was folded up in the corner of the closet so that their housekeepers
could climb high enough to lift Rachel's clothes into place. The closet was larger
than some people's houses, a consequence of belonging to a billionaire nearing
13 feet in height. Rick's part of the closet was more modestly sized though,
only as large as a relatively normal sized walk in closet.

Rick dressed in hiking pants and a light synthetic shirt while Rachel pulled on
spandex shorts and a copper-inlaid sports bra, this one cut low enough to leave
her cleavage on full display and leaving large cutout sections in the metal to be
filled with cloth instead. The gray tank top she pulled on was several sizes too
small, so it was stretched thin enough to leave the outline of the metal in her
bra visible. "You ready for breakfast? You want a ride?"

"Umm, no, that's ok," Rick was sure he would have plenty of opportunity for
Rachel to carry him soon enough.

"Ok," Rachel walked out of the closet. Rick trailed after her, admiring the
way her butt looked in her shorts. Her butt had always been nice, but she'd
really made it pop with all the squats she was doing now. Even with an ass
that nice though, her breasts still kept him distracted by bulging out into
visible range even from behind.

When they got the stairs, Rick moved to the side to use the normal human sized
ones. On the way up, he actually liked using Rachel's stairs because he had always
been a two-at-a-time kind of guy and they were just about perfect for that, but
on the way down he found using her stairs was a little hard on his knees.

The dining room table was laden with food when they got there, and Rachel
immediately sat down and began to eat. Her appetite was truly massive, but
she was always pushing herself to eat more. When HERS had first emerged, the
scientists had reassured people that most HERS women stopped growing after their
initial burst of growth, but it had quickly become clear that some women were
definitely still growing. Now, it had been pretty well established that every
HERS woman was constantly growing, usually by between a quarter of an inch to
an inch per year, though they could grow faster if they overate. A few HERS women
only grew by a sixteenth or an eight of an inch, in effect not growing at all,
and a few grew by more. After Rachel had had such an unprecedented "adjustment"
where she shot up from a bit more than ten feet tall to just under twelve, it
wasn't that surprising that she turned out to be an outlier in the opposite
direction. Rachel's doctor had told her that she would probably grow at about
an inch and a half a year normally, but the massive newswoman hadn't grown that
slowly yet. Instead, she'd put on three inches a year for the last three years
running. The laden table she was rapidly clearing had a lot to do with that.

Rachel spent close to forty thousand dollars a month on food, not counting
the salaries of her chefs. Some of that was due to expensive ingredients that
went into her gourmet diet, but the biggest factor was the shear volume of
food that massive blond consumed. There were other HERS women who ate more than
the needed in order to grow faster, but few could afford to really indulge the
way Rachel could. Rick thought it was kind of funny that Rachel's attitude towards
her own growth had shifted in the perfect way to stoke her growth. When she'd
first gotten HERS, she'd been trying to fight it, viewing HERS women as a drain
on society. He knew she still saw HERS women that way to a degree, but her personal
size meant her viewer base was expanding right along with her bust, and that gave
her influence that let her make up for the resources her body demanded. Rachel
did her best to tamp down on the attitude of superiority that was a hallmark of the
virus's mental effects, but she didn't always manage it, and Rick suspected that
a part of her just wanted to tower over people even more than she already did.
Her initial resistance had made her body grow to catch up, and likely planted the
seed giving her a fast baseline growth rate, and now her intentional overeating
pushed her in the opposite direction.

Where it was possible, the food was sized for Rachel, so the waffle in front of
Rick was massive. He only had half of one of the Rachel-sized waffles, but even
so he wasn't sure he was going to be able to finish. Rachel, meanwhile, had put
away four already and was digging into a big plate of steak and eggs. Her stomach
bulged, but Rick knew it would be flat and firm again within an hour or so as
Rachel's monstrous metabolism broke it down.

After they finished eating, Rachel got up. "Ok, you ready?"

"Yeah,"

"I was thinking of taking the McLaren." Rachel had spent 700,000 dollars on a
custom sports car sized for her a little while ago. Though it had lines line
a normal sports car, it was larger than a pickup truck due to the need to
accommodate the driver. It also only had a single seat, so they were going
to have to get creative in order to use it for two people.

"Sounds good," Rick was immediately hard at the suggestion. Rachel had come up
with a way to bring him with her in the McLaren pretty quickly, so he knew the
drill at this point.

Rachel bent down and scooped her husband up, folding his body into the fetal
position and holding him with his face to the sky. She brought him to her cleavage,
which was just long enough to accommodate him in this position, and shoved him down
between the heavy swells of feminine flesh. Her breasts bulged up to muffin-top over
the top of her sports bra as his volume displaced her flesh and Rick was enveloped in
a paralyzing pressure. His head was four or five inches from the surface, concealing
him entirely from view. There was a small gap above his head that he could breath
through. He couldn't really move when he was stuffed in Rachel's cleavage
like this, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It mostly felt like he was being wrapped in
a really firm hug.

Rachel's chest swayed gently as she walked to the garage, and Rick quickly began to
grow drowsy. It was hard to stay awake while trapped within his wife's bosom. Her
boobs muffled the sounds of the world and blocked out the light, and the warm pressure
worked better than a weighted blanket for pushing Rick towards sleep. By the time
Rachel started revving her engine, Rick was already drowsing. Looking down at his
peaceful face, Rachel felt a buzz of pride. No one else could carry a fully grown
adult in their cleavage like her. Even for her, the bustiest woman in the world,
it was a tight squeeze, but it got just a little easier to fit Rick between her
tits every time.

The car sank as the two ton blond got in and settled her firm ass in the giant
seat. She reached up and pressed the button of her garage door opener. Rachel
lived pretty close to the city, but despite that her palatial estate took up
quite a bit of land, so she managed to get up to 60 while zipping down her
winding driveway. She pushed the car hard as she pulled onto the relatively
empty highway. She didn't weave aggressively, but when there was room to give
her powerful V12 engine its head, she did so. Rachel had always liked driving
fast, which had resulted in quite a few warnings from the traffic cops over
the years. She was surprised she hadn't gotten a ticket, but her friend Liz
had been in the car with her when she was first pulled over at 17, and the
other girl's instance that Rachel pop a few buttons and tug her shirt down
had worked surprisingly well. Even before HERS, Rachel had used her feminine
charms to get out of several tickets. The two times she'd been pulled over
since HERS, the cop had just stammered an apology when they realized who they
had pulled over.

At the trailhead, Rachel got out and then reached into her cleavage to fish
Rick out, "we're here honey."

"Oh, ummm, ok," he blinked groggily.

Rachel set off down the trail at a leisurely stroll, and Rick fell into a
jog to keep up with her. He'd gotten in pretty good shape just trying to
keep up with Rachel since she got HERS. Rachel was quite good at avoiding
people in front of her, but Rick remained behind her just to stay on the
safe side. He always worried that if he stopped running, she would just
keep on going, not noticing that he had slowed, though so far she always
noticed when the sound of his footsteps changed.

Rick zoned out as he ran, only looking down at his feet when the trail
got rough, but mostly watching as his massive wife's body moved with
her walk. Her bubble butt swung back and forth as her wide hips swayed,
and Rick's gaze was drawn to her thigh gap as her legs scissored back
and forth. It was incredible that a woman as voluptuous as Rachel would
have one, but HERS had widened her hips significantly so that even though
each of her thighs weighed well over what Rick did, they didn't quite meet.
Her hips were more than a foot over his head, so he was looking up to keep
his eyes on the rhythmic motion when he tripped on a tree root.

Rachel immediately turned around. "You ok Rick?"

Rick got up to see him crouching over him. The pose brought her face closer
to the ground, but it it didn't make her seem any less big. Faces weren't supposed
to be that large, and the proximity of Rachel's massive eyes was a little intimidating.
The fact that she looked so youthful despite being 47 just like Rick, added an
additional layer of disquiet. "Yeah, yeah, fine. I don't think I'm bleeding or
anything. Just scraped up a bit."

"Oh good, glad I don't have to carry you out." She grinned to show she was joking.

"No HERS-lift needed," wilderness search and rescue, like construction, was one
area that had benefited from HERS workers, assuming a lost adventurer didn't have
HERS herself.

"That's good. You ready to keep going?"

"Yeah, lead on." This time, the pain in Rick's knee served as a reminder not to
get to distracted by Rachel's swaying body, as hypnotic as it could be.

They had just turned around when Rachel stopped. Her phone was ringing loudly
even though it was on vibrate, which meant that her staff was calling from the
number she had configured to override vibrate mode on her phone. She fished
it out from where it was stashed under her sports bra. "What's up?" A pause.
"How many dead?" Another pause. "Yeah, I'm coming right in."

She turned to Rick, "Hey Rick, really sorry about this, but HERS supremacists
just launched a major simultaneous attack. I need to be there to explain it
to people."

Rick nodded, "Of course, we can head right there."

"Do you mind if I carry you back? I'd like to get on the air as fast as
possible."

"Ummm, yeah, yeah sure," Rick had been looking forward to the rest of the hike,
but when Rachel asked for something, he gave it to her.

"Thanks! I'm sorry about this. I'll make it up to you later." She scooped him
up and folded him into a tight ball before stuffing him once more into her
cleavage.

Rick didn't fall asleep this time as the swaying was more violent than usual.
He could feel the heavy thuds of impact as Rachel ran back along the trail,
likely moving at thirty miles and hour or more. It didn't take her long to
get back down to the parking lot, and then the motion became gentle once
more and Rick felt himself getting dragged down by the inevitable drowsiness.

Rachel rocketed out of the parking lot and went straight to the office. Luckily,
there wasn't much traffic so she was able to do a 40 minute drive in 25 minutes.
The whole time, she was on the phone with her staff as they filled her in on
the situation. When she got to the office, she didn't even bother to park, just
pulled right up to the door. No one was big enough to re-park her car for her,
but she knew she wouldn't get a ticket from the building management company.

She moved hurriedly into the office and was immediately swarmed by her staff.
One of them tossed a towel up to her so she could dab off the sweat that had
accumulated in her rapid approach. She tossed it aside when she was done
and immediately began stepping into a tight skirt she was handed, not bothering
to get out of her spandex shorts. She listened as they continued to fill her
in while she kicked off her hiking shoes and stepped into some heels, then
began pulling on her top.

A few minutes later, she was settled on her stool and an PA was counting down
the seconds until they were live. "Breaking news: HERS supremacists appear to
have launched a simultaneous attack on several locations, including a factory
for the controversial so called 'HERS-killer' round where at least fifteen
people have been killed and the situation continues to develop, meanwhile
it appears that there have also been attacks in at least four other places.
The police are responding, and urge all members of the public to stay home
as several right-wing militias appear to have joined in at least one of the
fights. Stick around because we'll be giving you the details as soon as we
have them. Our reporter, Josh Manning is on the scene in Brooklyn where one
of the attacks is taking place. Josh, what do you see?"

Rachel was glued to her stool all night as reports continued to stream in.
It was by far the biggest and deadliest act by HERS supremacists, and there
was a sense as the night developed that some heretofore unseen line had been
crossed. The building conflict between HERS women, the surprisingly large
number of normal people who saw HERS women as some sort of evolutionary
leap forward, and the increasingly resentful majority of ordinary people
had finally burst out into the open. As the details came in, Rachel felt
a building sense of dread about the inevitable response. She wasn't personally
worried given her fame and broad public popularity, but she'd made quite a few
HERS friends, and she worried about them catching blowback. *Someone's got
to do something or this is going to get way out of hand.*

It was only when she got back to the house and sat down that she realized
that Rick had been asleep in her cleavage the whole night. "Oh, shit!" she
cursed under her breath. *Was he visible?* No, she knew her breasts completely
hid him from view, especially since she had been wearing one of her higher cut
tops. She fished him out, "I'm soooo sorry baby, I totally forgot you were
in there!"

"What? 'salright," he blinked in the sudden bright light. "What time is it?"

"Uuuuuhhh, it's 11:30."

"11:30?" He should have been mad, but you didn't get mad at Rachel, not anymore.
"Oh, I slept for a while, huh,"

"Yeah, sorry, I've probably thrown your whole sleep schedule off."

"'salright, really." He really did feel completely fine about it.
