DR. HOOTERS - Part XX
by Servax
Loving The Giantess

The next day, Marsha had to close up  the  warehouse  after  Matt
went  home.   She heard the screams a block away.  Over the heads
of the crowd, she could see what the commotion was.  A power line
had somehow been cut, and was dangling from the pylon in a vacant
field.  Where the line touched the ground, it would explode in  a
shower  of  sparks.   Marsha could also see the fused earth where
the power line had already touched.  The cut line was jumping and
dancing about like an angry python.

In  the  middle  of  the  vacant lot, in the center of the circle
traced by the shorn power line, sat a  terrified  four  year  old
girl.   Marsha  saw  that it was only a matter of time before the
power line, in its mad gyrations, would strike the child.

Pushing her way through the  crowd,  Marsha  dove  in  after  the
child.   The cut line narrowly missed her, and ricocheted noisily
to the other side of the lot.

Marsha scooped the hysterical child up into her arms,  and  began
to  run back to the safety of the perimeter.  She saw the child's
mother crying at the edge of the crowd, and with a toss, got  the
child  to safety as the cut power line came down across her back.
Immediately, the blackness closed around Marsha like a fist,  and
she fell to the ground with the cut line across her back.

The  first  thing Marsha became aware of after this was pain.  At
first, it felt distant and far away.  Then, it became  close  and
immediate.   She  saw  her mother, standing next to a little doll
house her mother had bought for her when she was a child.  Marsha
tried  to talk through the pain.  The doll house was so clean and
beautiful.  There was a room for the doll mommy and daddy, and  a
room for each of the little doll children. . .

No, it was a doll factory, set in a tiny doll city.  A clean lit-
tle doll city with doll stores, doll streets, doll cars, and doll
houses  everywhere.   Marsha  sighed with contentment despite the
pain.  How kind of her mother to buy her this little  doll  city,
to comfort her in her pain and illness.  Marsha slipped back into
her throbbing red dreams.

Something was wrong.  The little  dolls  kept  moving  around  by
themselves.   Marsha  could barely see them.  They didn't seem to
be any larger than her little finger.  Such dainty little  dolls!
There  were  so  many of them, so well-painted, so realistic.  It
looked like there were doll-mommies and doll-children,  doll  po-
licemen  and  doll-firemen.  There was a doll fire truck spraying
her with water in the face.  It tickled.

Marsha dreamed she was in the middle of the doll-city.  The dolls
had cleared sort of a wide open space for her, to invite her into
their city, but she didn't fit.  Her legs and feet  extended  out
of  the  open  space,  and  into  the surrounding buildings.  She
couldn't move them.  She drifted back to sleep.   With  a  sudden
jerk,  Marsha  pulled herself into full consciousness.  With hor-
ror, she realized she wasn't dreaming anymore.  She  was  in  her
own  city,  somehow  shrunk  to the dimensions of a child's doll-
city.  No, the city hadn't shrunk.  It was the same size  it  had
always  been.   She  was  the one who had changed, she had gotten
larger, somehow, much larger.

She sat up, screaming.  She screamed, loudly and repeatedly.  Fi-
nally,  she was distracted by a fly buzzing around her face.  No,
it wasn't a fly, It was a police helicopter.  She could  see  the
tiny  policemen  inside.   Marsha fought back the urge to swat it
out of the sky.  She pulled her legs under her.  There was a  lot
of  snapping  and crashing as she felt some kind of steel cabling
give way.  It seemed they had tied her legs down to keep her from
doing  any  damage  to  the  surrounding  buildings.   Sorry, she
thought, her lucidity returning, I never meant to get this big.

To avoid doing any further damage to the surrounding areas,  Mar-
sha pulled her legs underneath her and sat up to her full height.
The city was spread out beneath her like a map.   It  was  night,
and  she  could  see a considerable distance.  She could see cars
moving on the Palmetto Parkway, as it curved  away  to  the  east
north  of  Miami Lakes.  The Palmetto was about a mile and a half
away.

The bulk of her body practically filled the vacant  lot  she  was
sitting  in.   Marsha  remembered  the cut power line, the little
girl.  She winced as she remembered the pain.  She was completely
naked,  and  the  warm summer night breezes raised goose-flesh on
her naked arms, shoulders and breasts.

As before, her breasts and hair had grown out  of  proportion  to
the  rest of her.  Her hair cascaded off her back, and rolled off
onto the ground, where it  collected  in  great  tangles  on  the
ground.   A  fire  truck had gotten itself ensnared in her locks,
and the little men were valiantly trying  to  rescue  themselves,
cutting  away  the  strands, each of which were as thick as phone
wires to them.  Turning around  carefully,  Marsha  gathered  her
masses of hair and pulled it all onto her lap.

Cupping  her hands under her breasts, she found that they had ex-
panded, relatively speaking, until they covered  her  entire  mid
section from her neck to her waist.  Indeed, they were practical-
ly resting on the ground as she was sitting.   She  could  barely
reach  her nipples with her outstretched arm.  In absolute terms,
each one was three or four times the size of her  mother's  ware-
house.   A fire truck pulled up onto the vacant lot.  She watched
as at it stopped, and the ladder stretched out until  the  bucket
was prac tically eye level.

One  of the tiny little men inside the bucket she recognized from
the news programs as the mayor.  The other was Matt, and  he  was
carrying a bull-horn.

"Hi, Big Gorgeous", Matt shouted through the bull-horn.  "Jeez, I
leave you alone for a few hours, and look what  kind  of  trouble
you get yourself into"

"Matt!",  Marsha  shouted, "Oh thank God you're here, Matt.  What
the hell am I going to do now? I must be  enormous!"  Her  shouts
caused  the  crowds  to  draw back in terror, stopping their ears
against the roar of Marsha's voice.

"Speak a little more softly, honey", Matt instructed,  "you  sure
don't have to holler to be heard. "

Extending  an  enormous  fingertip, she touched Matt on the face.
Her finger was twice the size of his whole body.  Tears began  to
well  up  in her eyes.  "Oh, Matt!", she began to sniffle.  "What
are we going to do now?"

"Hey, I'm gonna let Hizzoner handle that", Matt wisecracked.   He
handed the bull-horn to the mayor, who was standing in the bucket
next to him.

"Miss Sanchez", began the mayor, "we sympathize with your  unique
situation,  and  we  want you to know that we will be doing every
thing possible to restore you to your normal size. "

"Right now, though, we need  to  consider  your  evacuation.   Al
though  we  realize  you may have the best of intentions, in your
present state you constitute a grave  danger  to  the  lives  and
properties  of  the  citizens of this community. " Marsha nodded.
"I don't want to hurt anyone, sir".  She began to sob,  then  cry
openly.   "I  just  want  to  be  small again!" Her tears fell in
great, hot smoking drops onto the ground, and several people were
soaked.

The mayor regained his composure.  "You have been unconscious for
several hours, Miss Sanchez.  While the power line was live,  and
in  contact  with your body, you continued to grow.  Fortunately,
we were able to get the power cut to that line quickly,  but  not
before  you  had grown to your present size, which we estimate to
be  between  two  hundred  twenty(67m)  and  two  hundred   forty
feet(73m).  How do you feel?"

"Um,  big",  Marsha  replied, "and a little groggy, but otherwise
OK, I guess".  Another fire truck pulled up, with a  bucket  con-
taining  her  mother,  and the chief of police.  "Hi, baby!", her
mother shouted through the bull-horn.

"Hi Mom.  I love you.  I told you things could get a bit weird. "
Now that she had her bearings, she found that it wasn't intolera-
ble being over two hundred feet tall.  Every teenage girl  enjoys
being  the center of attention, and Marsha was no exception.  She
saw the news-trucks, the camera men, the reporters, and she  knew
the  whole  nation  was marveling at the sight of Marsha Sanchez,
the Cuban giantess from Miami.

She smiled, happy that her mother had taken dental hygiene  seri-
ously  when  she  was little.  Marsha had splendid straight white
teeth, and now that each tooth was the size of  a  door,  it  was
nice  not  to  have  to  worry about soft- ball sized cavities or
pumpkin-sized fillings on nationwide TV.  She waved to  the  cam-
eras, but the effort thrust her huge breasts into the third story
of an office building across the street, shattering  the  windows
and raining glass down on the crowd.

"Oops.  Sorry", she apologized.

The  police  chief  grabbed  the  bull-horn from Marsha's mother.
"Miss Sanchez, now that you're conscious, we had hoped  that  you
could effect your own evacuation. "

"What do you mean by that, sir?", Marsha asked, puzzled.

"We have an evacuation spot ready for you, on Collins Island", he
continued.  Collins Island was a deserted island in Biscayne Bay,
about  twenty  miles  southeast  of  Key  Biscayne.  It was about
twelve miles long and about two wide.  It had been devastated  in
a recent hurricane, and no one lived there.

"We were going to have to fly you out by helicopter, but we esti-
mate your current weight to be over three thousand tons, which is
far  beyond the capacity of even a squadron of helicopters.  What
we need to have you do is walk to the bay, where the army  has  a
barge waiting to transport you to Collins Island. "

"On  the  island,  we  have erected a tent.  It is the largest we
could find, and we believe it will be suitable for your purposes.
Your  privacy  will  be protected, and we will be sending medical
attention as quickly as possible.  We regret this unfortunate in-
cident,  and  hope  to  have you restored to normal as quickly as
possible".

Marsha was touched.  All these people concerned  about  her.   It
dawned  on her that she could have been the biggest disaster ever
to hit Miami, worse than Hurricane  Andrew,  anything.   All  she
would  have  to  do would be to drag her great breasts across the
ground.  She could level the city! She thrust  the  thought  from
her mind, thinking about her mother and Matt.

"OK", she agreed.  "I'll try not to be Godzilla. "

The  chief  had a look of relief on his little doll face.  "Thank
you, Miss Sanchez. "

The chief explained to her the evacuation route.  The authorities
had  evacuated  a corridor for two miles on either side of Apopka
Road and 846, both multi-lane highways where Marsha might be able
to walk with relative ease.  When she reached the bay, she was to
wade out, avoiding bridges and causeways, until the  barge  could
be positioned.

Marsha  rose  to her feet.  The view she had from a sitting posi-
tion was nothing compared to the one  she  had  now,  from  about
twenty  stories  up.   She  could  see clear into Broward County!
Looking southward and eastward, she saw the dark  strand  of  the
corridor  cleared  for  her  evacuation.  No cars moved on Apopka
Road or 846, although the perimeters of the corridors were  teem-
ing with light and activity, both on the ground and in the air.

She  began  to  walk,  each step moving her two blocks toward her
goal.  She picked her way down the narrow city street  to  Apopka
Road,  attempting to, but not always succeeding in, stepping over
obstacles such as street lights or billboards.

Glancing over to the airport, she noticed  it  was  closed.   She
would be passing too close to it, and she was definitely a threat
to air traffic.  Marsha felt immeasurably strong and proud.   Her
body  was  magnificent.   At first she had no choice but to allow
her hair to sweep along the street behind her, as  it  had  grown
well  past her feet, and now trailed along behind her for about a
block and a half.  She reached  over  the  fence  of  a  hardware
store,  grabbed a steel beam, and twisted it into a hairpin, pin-
ning her thick locks into a bun.

When she reached 846, she picked up a police escort.   She  would
have  made good time if she didn't have to leave the main highway
for each over-pass.  The bridges were not constructed to  support
her  weight,  and  she  would  have smashed them to rubble if she
tried to pass over them.  Finally, though, she reached  the  bay.
Wading  out  past  the causeway, keeping to deep water as much as
possible, she saw the barge.  It was several city blocks in  sur-
face  area, but to Marsha, it looked like a raft.  She pulled her
self up onto the barge, then a little toy boat sped  out  from  a
little  toy jetty and her pilots got on board.  Slowly they towed
her out to Collins Island, and the city drew a collective sigh of
relief.

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Out on the island, Marsha found a little pup-tent set up.  Inside
there was a little bean-bag she could snuggle up on and  be  com-
fortable.   Just before she fell asleep, she realized two things.

First, she was more alone than she had ever  been  in  her  life.
She  had  always been a lively, outgoing girl, who enjoyed having
family and friends around.  Now, she was isolated from  the  rest
of the human world by her incredible size.  She thought about her
mother.  Her mother would love her if she were two hundred  miles
tall, she thought, and took some comfort in that.

She  thought  about  Matt.   Could  he,  would  he want to be the
boyfriend of an enormous freak? This depressed her.

Then she realized she should be famished, but she wasn't  at  all
hungry.

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The next day, rising about mid-morning, Marsha walked down to the
beach on the town-ward side of the island.  She couldn't see  any
thing,  as  the  curve  of the earth, even at her height, hid the
city from her.  But she knew, even as she sat, there was a  small
fleet  of  boats just waiting to invade her little sanctuary with
their cameras, their  telephoto  lenses,  their  tape  recorders,
their camcorders.

She  sighed.  Here came one now, she thought, as she saw a little
grey power-boat come like a dot over the horizon.   It  grew  and
grew.   Marsha waded out to mid thigh to welcome it, when she saw
it was Matt, accompanied by two soldiers.

Excited, she began to race back to the shore, churning  up  great
swells  that  almost  swamped  the  boat.   The soldiers put Matt
ashore and began streaking back to the city as fast as they could
go.   Marsha ran down to meet Matt.  She sat down in the sand be-
side him, picked him up between her thumb and forefinger, put him
in the palm of her left hand, and carefully lifted him up to face
level, about seven stories off the ground.

"Hi, Big Gorgeous!", he said playfully.  He set down a basket and
a bull-horn.  "God aren't you a sight for sore eyes.  I mean, you
looked like a mountain running down here to meet me. " He  kissed
the tip of her forefinger.

Something inside of Marsha melted away at Matt's words.  She felt
overwhelmed by love and gratitude at this demonstration of affec-
tion  by  this  cheerful boy who loved her enough to stick by her
through even this.  "I didn't think you were gonna  come,  Matt",
she said softly.

"How  am I not gonna come, Big Gorgeous?", Matt replied.  "I love
you.  Not how big you are, or how small you are.  You're  bright,
cheerful,  sexy,  funny  and fun to be around.  Do you think that
changes just 'cause you wear a bigger pair of panties now?"

Matt was right, of course.  If she loved him when he was  only  a
couple  feet  shorter  than  she, why should she not love him now
that he was the size of a mouse? He was the same Matt;  positive,
energetic, confident, and very sexy.

"Put me on the ground, Big Gorgeous", he ordered.  "It's a little
nervous up here for us Lilliputians. " She laughed and  complied.
Then  she  stretched  herself  prone along the beach, putting her
face level with him.

They chattered for hours.  Matt sat down and  told  her  all  the
news.  The Army had placed her on quarantine, which meant that no
one was allowed on her island.  Or off it, once they had come on.
That was why the soldiers went back immediately.  The news commu-
nity was at a fever  pitch,  all  of  them  begging,  bribing  or
threatening for footage of the teenage goddess of Collins Island,
but the military authorities were standing firm.  No  traffic  on
to,  or off of, Collins Island until it was certain that whatever
had produced Marsha's unusual growth and colossal stature was  no
threat to anyone else.

"But that means. . . ", Marsha began.

"Yup.  I'm here for the duration, Big Gorgeous.  By the way, your
Mom's coming out Thursday.  Day after tomorrow.   That  means  we
have today and tomorrow to ourselves. " He winked at her.

Shocked  at  his  unspoken proposal, Marsha smiled.  "What are we
gonna do, Matt baby?", she responded.  "I mean, I love you madly,
but  don't  you  think we're a little incompatible for, well, for
sex?"

"Sex is what you make it, Big Gorgeous", Matt replied.  "The most
important  sexual  organ  is right there between your lovely tem-
ples.  Use that, and the rest follows. " He smiled wickedly,  and
Marsha felt a thrill pass through her huge body.  "Besides, I got
some ideas", he added, "but first, tell me about  you.   Are  you
hungry? I'm afraid I didn't bring much that could fill you up. "

Relaxing  once again, Marsha told him her hypothesis.  She wasn't
hungry, and hadn't been since the incident.   It  was  her  guess
that  she  had  'eaten'  the electricity by means of some unknown
process in her milk-altered body.  She  told  him  all  she  knew
about  Amanda Quinteros and Blair Reilly, about her friend Sherry
Rodriguez, and their night  of  milk  drinking.   Since  she  had
started  to  grow shortly after that night, it was only plausible
that all this weirdness stemmed from some powerful, unknown  sub-
stance in Amanda's breast milk.

Then, the incident with the severed power line happened.  She had
grown to her present phenomenal stature after a mere  fifteen  or
so  minutes  contact  with  the thousands of volts of electricity
pouring out of the cut line.   Something,  some  process  in  her
body, was able to convert that energy directly into mass, bypass-
ing or overriding her ordinary metabolic functions.

Matt struggled to take it all in.  "You sure aren't just some or-
dinary  girl, Big Gorgeous, that's for sure.  You know, if you're
right, you should start to shrink as your  body  reverts  to  its
regular metabolism. "

"I hope so", Marsha replied.

"So  let's  have  some fun, while you're still this size!!", said
Matt.

"You're crazy!", laughed Marsha,  the  island  shaking  with  the
force of her laughter.  "You want to fuck me **now** ?"

"How many guys get to make love to a mountain, Big Gorgeous?", he
replied.  "Now lay back, relax, and think about me, and you.  Its
gonna take me a little time to get ready. " He picked up the bas-
ket and pulled a gallon tin of olive oil out of it, then  started
walking  down  the  beach  towards his girlfriend's distant feet.
The summer sun was slowly beginning to set in the bay behind him.
Matt  looked  up at the wall Marsha's left leg made, towering al-
most twelve feet into the air.  He kept trudging, passing  around
the  spur  of  her house-sized heel into the sheltered canyon be-
tween her legs.  It was almost a half a football field  from  her
feet  to  the thicket surrounding her immense pussy.  Pulling him
self upward along the dark, moist lips of  Marsha's  labia,  Matt
passed through the chest-high forest of her dark public hair, and
emerged onto the level plain of her flat abdomen.

Marsha trembled as he crossed her belly-plain,  trudging  towards
the  rising  foothills  of  her enormous breasts.  "That tickles,
lover", she shouted.

When Matt arrived at the base of Marsha's left breast, he  marvel
led  at their magnificent size and girth.  Marsha's face was hid-
den from him by the massive six-story-high tit thrusting into the
sky.  He pressed himself into her breast tissue, struggling for a
handhold.  Despite their immense bulk, his  girlfriend's  breasts
were soft and pliant, and Matt was able to slowly work his way up
to the top.

When he was about half-way up, he felt the  hillock  of  Marsha's
breast tremble violently.  He stared down.  Far below him, Marsha
was cupping her other breast with her huge right hand.  He turned
to  watch  her  other  arm fly by his head on its way to the dark
moist cavern of her pussy.  He held on for dear  life  as  Marsha
began to sway gently with her growing passion.

With  a  final effort, Matt crested the top of Marsha's huge tit.
Far below him, he saw the gentle downward slope  of  her  titanic
breasts, her tower-like neck, her room-sized mouth, the masses of
dark chocolate-brown hair.  He  turned  'southward',  across  the
flat  plain  of  her  abdomen, to where she was stroking her cav-
ernous pussy with two pillar-sized fingers.

Stripping his clothes off,  Matt saw that Marsha saw him, and  he
waved to her.  He pulled the olive oil and the bull-horn from the
basket.  "I claim this mighty right  tit  in  the  name  of  King
Matthew  the  First,  only  true  sovereign over the whole of the
lands of Marsha Sanchez, the plain of her stomach, the forest  of
her most aromatic and delightful snatch. "

He  was  nearly toppled from his throne by Marsha's laughter, but
he opened the olive oil, doused his  body  with  it,  and  walked
across  the  table-top  sized areola to grab her towering nipple,
which was almost nine feet high and a good six feet in circumfer-
ence.   Matt,  now well-greased with the olive oil, began to jump
up and down on her huge tit, sliding up and down along  the  huge
shaft of her erect nipple.

Marsha  shrieked  with  delight.   "Oh  papito,  que  rico!", she
screamed in Spanish.  She looked at her little lover  jumping  up
and  down  on her left breast, and thrilled to the violent sensa-
tions it sent coursing through her whole immense body.  She began
rubbing her pussy more violently.

Matt  pushed  his tiny erection against Marsha's immense, column-
like nipple.  She felt it prick against her own  sensitive  erec-
tile  tissue,  adding  to  her swelling delight.  This was better
than she had ever imagined.  Her huge body was  insanely  respon-
sive  and  sensitive  to even the lightest touch.  She dipped her
fingers into her cunt, seeking the hard knob of  her  clit.   She
found  it and began to rub it in time to Matt's gyrations against
her nipple.  She moved her hand from her mammoth right breast  to
the one Matt was standing on, and Matt felt the ground sway under
his feet as Marsha massaged her breast roughly.

"Oh, oh, Matt!",  she  panted  mightily,  "that  feels  so  good!
Please,  I  never thought I could feel like this!" Matt redoubled
his efforts on her nipple, now slick with the oil from his  body.
Marsha  lurched  to  a semi-sitting position, grabbed her mammoth
left breast, put it to the hot moist cavern of her mouth, and be-
gan sucking it furiously.  Matt tumbled six stories down onto her
abdomen, and watched with horror as he realized how close he  had
come to being sucked into Marsha's mouth himself.

Then  he picked his way across her abdomen, and down into the hot
canyon of her cunt.  Marsha's fingers were gone, thankfully, pre-
occupied  with breast play.  Matt slipped down between her labia,
found and straddled her tree- stump sized clit, and began rubbing
it  with  his  legs  and  arms.   The  thick  ropey  fluid of his
beloved's passion shot against his flesh in  hot  waves,  and  he
even  managed  to  hang  on as Marsha arched her back, pushed her
pelvis skyward, and began to thrust rhythmically with Matt's min-
istrations.   He  wrapped  his legs around her clit like it was a
wild horse, and grabbed the inner skin  of  her  labia  with  his
hands.   pulling  it  around him to protect himself from the vio-
lence of Marsha's orgasm.

Doubtless, they could hear Marsha's screams and moans through the
whole county, Matt thought as she began rocking from side to side
and thrusting even more vigorously with her pelvis.

Fuck a mountain, hell, he  thought.   This  is  like  fucking  an
earthquake.  I hope I survive.  Finally, in a paroxysm that threw
Matt fifty feet into the ocean, Marsha came.  She waded  out  and
plucked  out  of  the  surf, clutching him gently to her heaving,
mountainous bosom.  She set him on the palm of her hand, and see-
ing  that  he was still erect, shot her mattress-sized tongue out
and began to flick the tip of his dick.

"I want to do something for you now, lover", she gasped.  "Let me
show  you what I can do. " The tip of her tongue was like a play-
ful Anaconda as she flicked it and licked around  Matt's  crotch.
Finally,  she  held him close and gently took his whole dick into
the vast cave of her mouth.  His turgid dick felt  awash  in  hot
oceans of saliva, and he felt the sofa-sized muscles of her lips,
and the ham-like muscle of her mighty  tongue  brush  against  it
with  what must have been incredible gentleness for her.  He came
in thunderous waves, and shot what would have been  a  huge  load
into any other girl's mouth.

Marsha  just smiled, and placed him gently into the deep crevasse
between her enormous breasts, reclined  gently  onto  the  beach,
where they both fell into an exhausted sleep.

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